Leslie Helpert - Cold Flat Pressed Black Ink

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Leslie Helpert - Cold Flat Pressed Black Ink

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This is very loose. If anyone can make the tab more accurate, please do.

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Leslie Helpert - Cold Flat Pressed Black Ink

standard tuning

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edit for insert of lyrics:

i write so that i don't bleed
it's kinda like a bandaid you put on before you're cut
some man said we don't need no books
or literacy to live right
and the jahova's witness got up from his chair with his bible and left when he said that

well i don't know what that man would think about me and my lover, cold flat pressed black ink
cold flat pressed black ink
cold flat pressed black ink
you and i no longer meet but if we did we'd arrange the clouds in lines of poetry (these clouds)
like two cyclone similes.

i draw so that we don't budge
from the thick textured smoke of our bodies' smudge
we had to get up so i made an outline with the charcoal in my eyes
and now we're always making love in the rainy dusk, rising.

oh i'm never gonna to say goodbye to you
worst i'll do
is till you
'till your soul's soil
in my garden

and i'm growing vines
vines of lines
lines of lyric
lyrical rhymes

yeah

cold flat pressed black ink
cold flat pressed black ink
i've never been a folk singer
i've never sang about nothing i know
no, i never really truly knew what i thought

oh, back then i'd be better off playing a saxaphone
muting my sharp words through complex motif
gettin goatee clad, shedding jazz cats off.

i drive so that i don't stay
it's better off baby, better off this way
we were only living together to afford cheap rent
but our heart's spent
our one heart, one love's spent

here you come flying to me
here you come flying down like a bird who's got his worm dangling
you've got a box of them black capped dreams
here you come flying
here you come
come fly to me
running all over your arms and legs, yeah
baby you are motion in poetry

i can't stay
i can't
lord knows, i can't stay

spices and treasures made proud boats sink
but i think it was worth it for the cold cold ink
sticks and stones
broken old crone's (?) bones
crusted crowns and thrones die hard alone

but nothing hurt no one from a bold love poem
and it gets it out
and it gets it out
well, it gets it out
and boy, now it's gone
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