Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks

Real Emotional Trash

Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks


Tom: C

G              C
Takin' out the wife
G                       C
 We're takin' out the wife
Bm                   Em
It's that's kind of night
      F
Where everybody talk, everybody listen
       C
Nobody breathe
                           G
Take the child, let him go down
                     C
Cause daddy's on the run
G                 C
 Daddy's on the run
Bm                Em
The trail has two ruts, and
F
One is just a tunnel
                             C
The other is a funnel to the tune
C                        B7
Easy said but less often done
Em                     Dm
Point me in the direction of your
Dm      C        G       C
Real emotional trash


G    C     G    C

[Verse 2]

G              C
Abstract city sun
G                     C
 The abstract city sun
Bm              Em
 Up till now is done
F                                                   C
Never gonna stray, never gonna stray, never gonna stray
C                           G
Take the child, let him go down
                      C
Cause daddy's on the run
G                    C
 Daddy's on the run
Bm                    Em
And who will get there first
F                   C
Watch the bubble burst
C                         B7
Easy said but less often done,
Em                     Dm
Point me in the direction of your
Dm       C         G
Real emotional trash

[Solo Jam]

G

[Bridge]

G
I traipsed over the Mexican border
G
In a cheap caravan, man
G
Like a snake with five eggs stuck in my stomach
G
I needed some relief
G
Made it back to frisco in a vanity chest
G
To the painted ladies on house arrest
G
So wax up the waxed fruit it's time for a shine
G
It's the old fruit that makes wine

Gm     G   Gm     G   Gm     G   Gm     G
Police me, police me, police me, police me

G
You got no reputation never took a swing
G
Silent when the [?] finds out
G
In the sham arena play a messy game
G
No time for you to pout
G
Down in sausalito we had clams for dessert
G
You spilled some chardonnay on your gypsy skirt
G
There's no more time for apricots he's got to make his own shade
Gm     G   Gm     G   Gm     G   Gm     G
Police me, police me, police me, police me

G