The Drum Tabulatur von Car Seat Headrest (für Baryton)

[Verse]
E5   Eb5/E      B   
The drum wakes up. 
E5   Eb5/E   A 
He'll have a real black eye this time.
E5   Eb5/E   B
Hungover dream. 
E5   Eb5/E     A
He hung around too long last night.
E5   Eb5/E      B
The drum gets up. 
E5   Eb5/E  A
How will he feel about this one?
E5   Eb5/E        B 
The dream throws up.
E5   Eb5/E   A 
(He didn't feel too good this time.) 


[Chorus]
E       B
He's got it all. 
E       A
He's got it figured out.
E          B
Dream in the hall, 
E          A
back in the hospital.
E       B 
I'm not concerned. 
E           A
He'll get it straight this time –
A         B 
And if he doesn't, fuck it –

[Verse] (Palm Muted)
E5   Eb5/E    B
The gun goes off. 
E5   Eb5/E       A
He's always off about something.
E5   Eb5/E      B 
The drum just nods: 
E5   Eb5/E      A
the drum ain't listening at all.
E5   Eb5/E      B 
The drum gets drunk, 
E5   Eb5/E           A
the drum reads James Joyce in the drunk.
E5   Eb5/E       B 
The dream falls down. 
E5   Eb5/E       A
The drum's face breaks the dreams fall. 


[Chorus]
E     B
He don't have shit. 
E      A              
He's learned to live with it.
E         B 
The drum's in debt – 
E     A
you owe me don't forget –
E     B
That 20 bucks, 
E        A                  A         B
interest and moral support – and if you don't I swear –

A           B            A        B
This is our lifetime and I am his creator.
A                  B               A                 B
A young man slowly pulled apart by separate poles of gravity.
A           B            A        B
This is our lifetime and I am his creator.
A                  B               A                 B
A young man slowly pulled apart by separate poles of gravity.
A           B            A        B
This is our lifetime and I am his creator.
A                  B               A                 B
A young man slowly pulled apart by separate poles of gravity.
A           B            A        B
This is our lifetime and I am his creator.
A                  B               A                 B
A young man slowly pulled apart by separate poles of gravity.


[Verse]
E5   Eb5/E     B
The drum goes forth. 
E5   Eb5/E     A
He's got his flag unfurled or something.
E5   Eb5/E      B 
The drum won't stop,
E5   Eb5/E       A
the drum's a menace to the public.


[Chorus]
E        B 
Hold your drum high.
E     A
The drum is stoned again.
E        B
Don't wake him up, 
E        A
he'll just start talking.
E      B 
The drum is dead.
E       A
Long live the drum.
E      B 
The drum is dead.
E       A
Long live the drum.
E      B 
The drum is dead.
E       A
Long live the drum.
A                    B
And I - And I am his creator –