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CAPO 4
G C D G
Buses are for singing
like bells are for ringing
fences are for climbing
like treasures are for finding
I build me a tower alone in the woods
and fill it with flowers that grow from the roots
I invite all my friends there
and if they can’t come
I call for their spirits like you taught me to
And we create songs for the people that aren’t there
and the songs will be memories that we all can share
and my song to you will go like this
Buses are for singing
like bells are for ringing
fences are for climbing
like treasures are for finding
Guitars are for strumming stupid silly tunes
time is for wishing that we could meet up soon
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demons by jonas selander
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jonas on his way to work
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sweden by jonas selander
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C F G C
Sunshine on my balcony
sunshine in me
birds singing from the treetops
making me happy
make a proper income
can afford a yellow shirt
go out dancing on a friday
family vacation by the coast
paying with my credit card
get a haircut if I like
someones begging outside the grocery store
I ride there on my bike
Am Am F G
hello hello
what would jesus do?
would he buy cheerios when someone can’t afford food
no what kind of person am I?
I’m your avocado man
C F G C
when I was young I was so sure about myself
I played folkpunk and screamed at my friends
But what would our anarchist community do
the moment some fascists just armed themselves
I don’t know
I buy tacos for friday, I take a run in the woods
read about power yoga sometimes I don’t know what to do
F G C Am
what’s it all about man?
Do you have a plan ’cause apparently I dont’ know shit
shitfuck, shitfuck me
C
F G C Am
what’s it all about man?
does anybody have a plan?
people don’t seem to bother but I try to bother you
I’m your avocado man
See you on the flip side
See you when you come down here
tumbling falling helplessly into my arms
smash into the ground, Im your avocado man
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Capo 5?
Am E
I can see you at an italian café playing piano
for the men in mustaches
and the ladies with the curly hair and sunglasses
Long fingers hit the keys
and the melody brings a smile to the businessmens face
you come here every sunday to play
and the call you Roberto Longfinger Roberto
I can see you
You don’t get enough money playing white keys
that’s why you dress up for the night in a suit
and gloves that don’t fit your long fingers
they reach for a bottle of juice
goes inside your jacket
noone suspects a well dressed man
you smile at the cashier and leave for the tram
they call you Longfinger Roberto
Outside the jazz club
you meet a gang of thugs and the clarinet player
from the swingband that used to play here before you
He shouts at you
”Roberto you’re playing the wrong keys!
You’re playing out of tune!”
He shouldn’t have said that
The knife in your back ends up in your hand
under long finger command
”Roberto never plays the wrong keys!”
Newspaper said it’s a dirty game of murder
in the backstreets of this town
but you play the black keys with confidence
the next time
that’s why they call you Longfinger Roberto
that’s why they call you Longfinger Roberto
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You’re just a little piece of garbage
In an everexpanding universe
And you are right
You will never be enough
And just imagine if you were
What kind of an absurd scary power trip is that?
Keep being nice
To neighbors, plants and bees and mice
Let useless weeds grow in your garden
Not just the tasty fruits you like
Ride your bike everywhere
And when the rain is pouring down
Save worms from pools on the ground
So they don’t drown
And they can dig new holes
Because worms think holes are really cool
And you are cool too
For helping them out
Now you are connected
And keep connecting
With people all around this planet
We live in the future
And there’s nothing we can’t do
But we can’t do it alone
One day you will be buried in a hole
And worms will eat your face
And your face will be the soil again
And from the soil will grow a little flower
A snail will eat that flower
And a rat will eat that snail
And a cat will eat that rat
And a car will kill that cat later in the afternoon
Because not everyone rides a bike
And maybe we are doomed
Maybe we are doomed
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Capo 3
G Em C/G - C/G on third fret?
In quarantine I hold the miles
The past is transiting like a debrief on where I stand
All plans they sit in waiting lines
the future vanishes from our control there’s only now
Sometimes it feels like we don’t have a choice
I used to cry on the last day of summer
They try to fit you into little boxes
but people can do anything
there’s no telling we don’t live in the future
Your voice travels through satellites
spacetime shrinks to here and now
The horizon comes closer every night
cause both our sunsets are on the sea
and both our strings just played a G Yayaya
we can bring the Sol in
cause both our sunsets are on the sea
and we can always share our dreams ya ya aaa
we can sing
From Göteborg To Santiago
All of the sudden there’s a relief
although we’re far
We have people everywhere
growing fruits and building solar panels
playing dancing shouting
being kind to each other
across the sea at different times
the year is waiting for us at the beach with everyone
cause both our sunsets are on the sea
and both our strings just played a G Yayaya
we can bring the Sol in
cause both our sunsets are on the sea
and we can always share our dreams ya ya aaa
we can sing
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fever by jonas selander
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Jonas Selander Gothenburg, Sweden
I’m Jonas and I write songs.
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