Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners - Machina

[Intro]
D A Em G
(x3)

[Verse]
D A Em G
And I, it’s why I stay up late at night
D A Em G
White cracks on my ceiling come to life
D A Em G
And I, I’m here in body, not in mind
D A Em G
I’m here in body not in mind

[Chorus]
D A
As long as I’m able
Em G
I’ll pick up this pen to write
D A
I’ll tell all my fables
Em G
Though they seem a bit contrived
D A
Still I’ll bus my own table
Em G
Make sure I leave nothing behind
D A Em G
Yeah it’s all just another device

[Verse]
Bm A G
We had met in the desert neath an interstate ramp
Bm A
I had made my own path
G
Through the Mojave’s wrath
Bm A G
You had your things with you some kind of supertramp
Bm A
For a few nights we camped
G
Shared stories of the past
Bm A G
You said “You’re young enough to let it all go
Bm A
The money, women, tainted dreams
G
Its a blood pump full of kerosene
Bm A G
It’s a shaky road filled up with all the finer things;

No dramamine –
Bm A G
It’s a head on crash to middle age

In a car that you aren’t steering”

[Chorus]
D A
As long as I’m able
Em G
I’ll pick up this pen to write
D A
I’ll call my own fables
Em G
As I see them every night
D A
Spare me your labels
Em G
I saw that man with my two eyes
D A Em G
No its not, No it’s not just another device

[Verse]
Bm A G
I think the ones that are close make it sweet

The desert air would parse my lips and
Bm A G
Leave a soft heavy honey
Bm A G
I wake up, cold sweated in February’s breeze
Bm A
I forged another tale of nothing
G
Beneath my blue eyes darkened sheath

[Bridge]
G
Bernardino’s saint
A
And all his thoughts alone
Bm
His somber thoughts condone
Bm
The outside of me

G
You left me all alone
A
Back to the metronomic
Bm
Ways i went along
Bm
And knew how to be

G
You left me all alone
A
You left me all alone
Bm
You left me all alone
Bm
In a crisis

G
Yeah we’ve all got our own
A
We’ve all got our own
Bm
We’ve all got our own
Bm
Sort of vices

G A G
But, oh
D A Em G
I’m not making this shit up

[Instrumental]
D A Em G
(x12)

[Chorus]
D A
As long as I’m able
Em G
I’ll pick up this pen to write
D A
I’ll call my own fables
Em G
As I see them every night
D A
Spare me your labels
Em G
I saw that man with my two eyes
D A Em G
No its not, No it’s not just another device

[Outro]
D A Em G
(x4)

N.C.
eyyy we did it alright fucking a, i mean gosh darn