Pure Comedy Chords

PURE COMEDY - FATHER JOHN MISTY
from PURE COMEDY (2017)
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[INTRO]
(hns.)
C  Dm7  C/E  C  Dm7  C/E
 
N.C.
"At six"
 
(pno.)
Db/F                   G7b9                 N.C.
    "...for some reason when I go to the app"
 
 
[VERSE I]
Adim7               Ab/C
 The comedy of man starts like this:
     Dadd#11                       A
Our brains are way too big for our mother's hips
       A7                         E
And so nature, She divines this alternative:
    G#7                                                   A7
We emerge, half-formed, and hope whoever greets us on the other end
   A7                        E
Is kind enough to fill us in,
                   A7                                  E
And babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since.
 
Adim7                                 Ab/C
Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address
                Dadd#11                            A
Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient
              A7                              E
So somebody's gotta go kill something while I look after the kids
          G#7/B#                                      A7
I'd do it myself, but what, are you gonna to get this thing it's milk?
           A7                                               E
He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch
                 A7                                  E
It's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless
          A7                                  E
Ladies, I hope we don't end up regretting this
 
 
[CHORUS I]
E      E7                           A
Comedy, now that's what I call pure comedy
A7                              G#m
 Just wait until the part where they start to believe
               G#m
They're at the center of everything
            A6          A
And some all-powerful being
             B6               B     B6  B
Endowed this horror show with meaning
          E
Oh, their religions are the best
E7                                   A
 They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed
A7                             G#m
 With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks
          G#m
These unbelievable outfits
             A6            A
And they get terribly upset
         B6                    B
When you question their sacred texts
           B6                 B
Written by woman-hating epileptics
 
 
[BRIDGE]
      A7
Their languages just serve to confuse them
         Am7
Their confusion somehow makes them more sure
           A7
They build fortunes poisoning their offspring
             Am7
And hand out prizes when someone patents the cure
               AM7
Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them?
                 Am7
What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable?
                  A7
These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods
            Am7
So they can go on being godless animals
 
 
[INTERLUDE]
Aadd#11  Ab/C  Dadd#11   A7
(saxs)
A9  E  G#7  A7
 
 
[CHORUS II]
A7  E      E7                          A
 Oh comedy, their illusions they've no choice but to believe
A7                        G#m
 Their horizons that just forever recede
          G#m
And how's this for irony:
       F#m7                    B6         B
Their idea of being free is a prison of beliefs
          B6                  B
That they never ever have to leave
   E      E7                             A
Oh comedy, oh it's like something that a madman would conceive!
A7                            G#m
 The only thing that seems to make them feel alive
       G#m
Is the struggle to survive
              F#m7
But the only thing that they request
             B6               B
Is something to numb the pain with
              B6            B
Until there's nothing human left
 
 
[OUTRO]
            A
Just random matter suspended in the dark
                Am
I hate to say it, but each other's all we've got
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