Capo: 4

Capo 4 Intro: D, A, Em

^DHaving an argument with my^Aself down Elizabeth^Em Street ^F#mBumping into backpackers and s^Emtruggling with the parameters and the basic construction of my feet ^Bm ^A

^DKicking beer cans and rubb^Aish along the concr^Emete ^F#mCrossing the street and crossing ^Emgalaxies of taxis and backseats and drunk Swedes and half-Greeks^Bm ^A

^GShut up, no, you ^Bmshut up! ^A ^F#mWhat's the matter, take a number, Buttercup^G! ^GEvery time I hear^Bm you say "F^Auck it" ^F#mI would remind you of the photo in your poc^Gket

^GHow long it's bee^Bmn there, tw^Ao years, I bet ^F#mhave a sniff, it probably smells like a cig^Garette ^GWhen was the last^Bm time you s^Amoked a cigarette? ^F#mAnd more importantly, who did you smoke it with?

^DHaving an argument with my^Aself down Victoria ^EmStreet ^F#mPassing the market now, the wi^Emndows in neon illuminating my path to defeat ^Bm ^A

^DYour grinning face scaring^A a poor parakeet ^Em ^F#mYour heavy breathing scaring t^Emhe wind So rich on Summer and so sweet ^Bm ^A

^GFuck you, no, you^Bm fuck you! ^A ^F#mYou didn't come here for nothing, did you? ^G ^GI know that's wha^Bmt you've be^Aen saying lately ^F#mBut let me draw attention to exhibit B ^G

^GA honeysuckle in ^Bma plastic e^Anvelope ^F#mand put the flower underneath a microscope ^G ^GSee what's writte^Bmn on the pe^Atals ^F#mLook closer, that's her initials ^G

(This part I haven't figured out yet, please let me know if you do.) And now I'm walking by Bev and Mick's backpacker hostel on Victoria Street Where it's reggae night tonight And the backpackers are pouring out like a tidal wave of vomit I have to sit down on the curbside and count the coins in my pocket See if I have enough cash to take a taxi home ...No Alright, yes, can we just try to figure this out? Can we just talk about this, please? Nah, I don't wanna talk to you OK, you wanna keep fighting? Yeah, I wanna keep on fighting Alright, fair enough 1, 2, 3, here we go!

^DHaving an argument with my^Aself down Queensbur^Emy Street ^F#mThe lonely light from the town^Em hall clock tower Chime of the bells striking ^Bm ^A 1, 2, 3

^DAnd it took shape in the f^Aorm of an image in ^Emthe form of a living memory ^F#mThe way her shadow used to wal^Emk by your side In a different time, in a different cit^Bmy ^A

^GOh please, no you^Bm oh please!^A ^F#mI wanna see you drop down on your knees ^G ^GI wanna see your ^Bmhand waving^A "Farewell" ^F#mWhy you hittin' yourself, why you hittin' y^Gourself?

^GHistory repeats i^Bmtself twice^A, said Marx ^F#mFirst as tragedy, then as farce ^G ^GBut where did I f^Bmind its sou^Arce, ^F#mTo make history of a love, a love like ours^D? ^A ^Em ^DA love ^Alike ou^Emrs

Jens Lekman - An argument with myself