Unless It's Kicks
Same chords as the first version except without the capo for those of us who can't find
can't afford a capo. Anyways, the riff is kind of tricky, but playing along to the
helps. Here's two ways to play it
Riff Chords (option 1)
e----2--2--2--x--x-----2--2--2--x--x---------------------|
b----5--5--5--x--x-----4--4--4--x--x---------------------|
g----4--4--4--6--4-----4--4--4--4--4---------------------|
d----2--2--2--2--2-----4--4--4--6--4---------------------|
a----2--2--2--2--2-----2--2--2--2--2---------------------|
e----x--x--x--x--x-----x--x—-x--x--x---------------------|
Riff Chords (option 2)
e-------------------------------------------|
b-------------------------------------------|
g-------------------------------------------|
d----9--9--9--11--9-----9--9--9--11--9------|
a----7--7--7--7---7-----7--7--7--7---7------|
e-------------------------------------------|
Intro:
2x
What gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks, man -
unless it is fictions,
unless it's sweat or it's songs?
What hits against this chest unless it's a sick man's hand,
from some midlevel band?
He's been driving too long
on a dark windless night, with the stereo on,
with the towns flying by
and the ground getting soft.
And a sound in the sky, coming down from above,
it surrounds you and sighs
and is whispering of
what pulls your body down, and that is quicksand.
So climb out quick, hand over hand,
before your mouth's all filled up.
What picks you up from down unless it's tricks, man?
When I've been fixed I am convinced
that I will not get so broke up again.
And on a seven day high, that heavenly song
punches right through my mind
and just hums through my blood.
And I know it's a lie, but I'll still give my love.
Hey, my heart's on the line
for your hands to pluck off.
2x
What gives this mess some grace unless it's fiction -
unless it's licks, man,
unless it's lies or it's love?
What breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some rock and roll fan,
floating up from the stands
with her heart opened up.
And I want to tell her, "Your love isn't lost," and say "my heart is still crossed!"
I want to scream, "hey, you're so wonderful!
What a dream in the dark -
about working so hard, about glowing, so stoned,
trying not to turn off,
trying not to believe in that lie all on your own."