This Building

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Year: 1996
Album: Grand Necropolitan

INTRO

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VERSE 1

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The greying tower

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Lines massive, baggy-eye windows

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Streets of a slum

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Point to it, dumbly, like arrows

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It speaks of futures

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Lived out in fear with death close at hand

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Overgrowth

neutered

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A warning, blatant, the skyline jammed

CHORUS 1

It’s

Cm9

crippled and

Abadd9/A#

blind

Fm7

But it’s

Cm9

act is a

Abadd9/A#

mime

Fm7

Which means:

Gm/C

“Look here

first

Edim

This building hates us”

VERSE 2

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The timid tones

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Fake chat and ditties, rotating

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Down windy halls

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Cracked sheeting screeches as breath goes in

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Gases of food

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(Past, present, absent and formerly)

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Seep, cell to cell

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Down stairwell, needle-lined, normally

CHORUS 2

The

Cm9

tail-lights of

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Earth

Fm7

Seem

Cm9

faint from this

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perch

Fm7

As we

Gm/C

live out this

curse

Edim

This building hates us

INTERLUDE

Gm/G#

Bdim/G#

The crew of a tiny camcorder crowds around one doorway where a resident is pointing at his leg. Buried in here is the nozzle of a pressurised paint gun. He says, “It’s never coming out! I am transformed. I have created a new being out of old.”

I’ve been quite a Don Juan

Led man and woman on

My heyday, downed with a

belch

I gave my cash to pinstripe thieves

And my partners in delinquency

All of them as damaged as my

self

Gm/G#

Bdim/G#

Gm/G#

Bdim/G#

Like a shaman sent from hell

led the dance, I chanted spells

And

down on all disaster did

rain

Oh but

now they beat upon my door

I say

go where there is no cure

But

back they come, every single

day

VERSE 3

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No rite will mark

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Birth, growing, pairing, spawning, death

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Nor lying down

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Amid the grime of years will stone suggest

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Hold tight, hold tight

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To your digital twist and scrape

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They got you good

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So now let’s see you try going straight

OUTRO/FADE

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Oh no don’t be like that or the

Eb/G#

bossman won’t in

Eb/G

vite us back

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Oh no don’t be like that or the

Eb/G#

impresari

Eb/G

o won’t clap

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Watch them dance on gallows trees,

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burn the birdies,

Eb/G

burst the bees

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Feed her whisky ’til she’s senile,

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ask if you can

Eb/G

buy a missile

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Oh no don’t be like that or the

Eb/G#

bossman won’t in

Eb/G

vite us back

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Oh please watch my hat,

Eb/G#

paint my walls and

Eb/G

windows

black