Parakeet

Tom: G

    G       Bm     E
you wake up in the morning 
    G        Bm      E
and fall out of your bed
G        Bm       E
mean cat eat parakeets
    D          C      H
and this one's nearly dead.
    G      Bm       E
you dearly wish the wind shift
    G      Bm      E
and greasy windows slide
G    Bm      E
open for the parakeet
      D       C      H
who's colored bitter lime.

Em       C
open the window
    Am             Bm   D 
and lift into your dreams
Em      C
lately, baby
Am             D       H7
you can barely breathe.

  G      Bm       E
a broken wrist an accident
    G         Bm          E
you know that something's wrong
    G        Bm       E
you fold the leavings of your past
 D     C            H
no one knows you've gone.
    G       Bm            E
the sunspot flares of the early
         G     Bm      E
nineties light up your wings.
    G        Bm        E
and scan the shortwave radio
     D        C     H
it's tracking outer rings.

Em        C           
open your window
    Am          Bm   D
to  lift into a dream
Em    C
baby, baby
Am             D        H7
you can starts to breathe


    G    Bm       E
the tectonic dispatcher shifts
   G          Bm    E
to smooth the ocean floor
    G        Bm     E
and flattens out to warmer winds
   D          C     H
of Brisbane's sunny shore.
      G       Bm      E
where buddhas tend to mending wrists
  G      Bm         E
a tea made from the leaves
   G     Bm   E
of eucalyptus fragrances
    D    C    H
and coriander seeds.

Em       C
open the window
   Am          Bm   D 
to lift into a dream
Em    C
baby, baby
Am                Bm    D
you can starts to breathe.
Em        C           
open your window
    Am          Bm   D
to  lift into a dream
Em    C
baby, baby
Am             D        H7
you can starts to breathe

    G       Bm     E
you wake up in the morning
   G     Bm     E
to warm Pacific breeze
      G         Bm      E
where mean cars chew on licorice
    D      C         G#m
and cannot climb the trees.