Tonalité : G major
Verse 1
C
Alone without thoughts
at my old blue desk
Alone on Easter Sunday,
my brokenness still appears
D
Am I my own man,
or just a puppet on a string?
Bm
Do I turn my own board away
D
for fate to bring?
C
Whatever, whatever,
whatever will be
Believe that you're a sucker,
you may never
D
Preachers, teachers,
abusers of religion
Everyone claiming to see
Bm
D
the only vision
C
Prophecies always sprouting up like weeds
I don't believe in none,
D
C
the truth grows like a tree
D
But when I ask the others,
Bm
where am I headed?
D
Bm
They tell me ask the planets, ask the stars
D
C
But is the fate of another
sucker mine?
Because of the tilt of Mars?
D
Well maybe it is, maybe it ain't
But what about the flowers
Bm
in the color of paint?
D
C
Do you become what you
think about most?
To be or not to be, or to be in almost?
D
Do the gods help those
Bm
who help themselves?
D
Or should I store my truths
up on a mental shelf?
C
Am I my own man,
or just a puppet on a string?
Bm
D
Do I turn my own board away for
C
D
fate to bring?
C
Came out of my apartment
at the street door
D
Look back up to my window
C
on the second floor
D
Got a plant, a box of flowers,
some purple, some blue
Went into my pretty picture,
white butterfly flew
C
Bouncin' along she went,
it seemed without direction
Bouncin' along she went,
she was the vision of perfection
D
Am I my own man,
or just a droplet on a stream?
Do or turn my own board
away from fate to bring
C
Bouncin' along she went,
it seemed without direction
Bouncin' along she went,
she was the vision of perfection
D
Am I my own man,
or just a droplet on a stream?
Do or turn my own board
C
D
away from fate to bring
C
So I followed that little
butterfly of wisdom
Down the dusty streets
D
of the city of Lisbon
C
Bm
Somewhere down near Cantermore,
D
she stopped for the moment
Bm
D
C
D
C
Em
D
on the hood of a car.
C
Then she landed on
an average street sign,
and for that brief second,
D
C
the sign was like a shrine.
D
Then the butterfly landed
on a small girl,
Bm
still young enough to wonder at the world.
C
She landed on a wooden fence,
put on the fancy it appeared,
she landed only to rest.
D
She landed on the head of a statue,
with fan flew off into the
Bm
forest of Marsanthu.
C
Bounce how long she went,
it seemed without direction.
Bounce how long she went,
G
she was the vision of perfection.
D
Am I my own man,
Bm
D
or just a puppet on a string?
Do I turn my own board
away from fate to bring?
Am
C
Bounce how long she went,
it seemed without direction.
Bounce how long she went,
Em
she was the vision of perfection.
D
Am I my own man,
Bm
or just a puppet on a string?
D
Do I turn my own board
Bm
away from fate to bring?
D
C
D
C
Through the pine trees,
the way the winds blow
Along side of a crow to a quiet meadow
D
Finally she landed on a
lonely yellow flower
Then suddenly took off
Bm
with a fresh burst of power
C
What a long way, I thought,
just to get a little snack
But she hadn't just been searching
for the flowers she lacked
Bm
She'd been blessed in the hood
D
with an awkward grace
But then she blessed my nose
by landing on my face
C
Giving back to the world
that gave her sweet life
Even if her sole purpose
D
was to be a lovely sight
C
And off she flew above
the trees to the sky
Am
And I could swear I heard a little voice
C
wish me goodbye
Bm
D
I walked all the way back home
wearing a grin
Finally knowing life
Bm
D
C
means nothing and everything
Bouncin' along she went,
it seemed without direction
Bouncin' along she went,
Em
G
she was the vision of perfection
D
Am I my own man,
Bm
D
or just a puppet on a string?
Em
Do I turn my own board
D
away from fate to bring?
C
Bouncin' along she went,
it seemed without direction
Bouncin' along she went,
D
G
she was the vision of perfection
D
Am I my own man,
or just a puppet on a string?
Do I turn my own board
away from fate to bring?
Am
C
Bouncin' along she went,
it seemed without direction
Bouncin' along she went,
D
C
she was the vision of perfection
D
Am I my own man,
Am
or just a puppet on a string?
D
I return my own board,
I wait for fate to bring
Am
C
Bouncin' along, she wake,
be seen without direction
Bouncin' along, she wake,
D
she was the vision of perfection
Bouncin' along, she wake,
be seen without direction
Bouncin' along, she wake,
Am
she was the vision of perfection
C
Am I my own man,
D
or just a plucker on a string?
Do I return my own board,
Am
D
Em
D
C
or wait for fate to bring?
Am I my own man,
or just a puppet on a string?
D
Do I turn on my own boy,
C
or wait for a fancy one?
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D
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