Same **** / Complicated - Kimya Dawson
You were looking down at them ,they were looking down at you You were starched and pressed ,they were all disheveled They were holding hands ,They were ragamuffins and they said "Iknow we'renot fancy but we'reon the same level We'vegot plans ,big plans!We'regonna change the world All you care about is dollars ,that doesn'tmake sense All you do is hit snooze ,watch the news ,buy shoes ,drink booze Make money feel spent and Day after day after day ,it'sthe same sh*tDay after day after day ,it'sthe same sh*tDay after day after day ,it'sthe same sh*tDay after day after day after day after day ."Then you look at them without batting an eye and say "Heylittle hippie ,let your freak flag fly Why don'tyou go smoke a bowl in your best tiedye?Get a tattoo of a dancing bear holding a peace sign You can talk the talk but when it comes to real change Are you and all your little friends exactly the same?You sit around in potlucks ,pointing fingers ,placing blame Drinking kombucha and eating tempeh and Day after day after day ,it'sthe same sh*tDay after day after day ,it'sthe same sh*tDay after day after day ,it'sthe same sh*tDay after day after day after day after day ."If you are judging them while they are judging you And you think that makes them assholes ,maybe you'rean asshole too Do we argue with each other until we both turn blue or Find similarities in what we like and what we do?Yeah ,just because someone does not look like me Doesn'tmean they are a clone or a sheep Maybe they like their job and they'reliving their dream And they love their friends and their family Yeah ,some people thrive between nine and five And feel like they'rechoking if their neck'snot tied And some people feel as if they'regonna die if Their seams aren'tstraight and their shoes not tied Some people like business ,some people like numbers Some people grow organic heirloom cucumbers And only feel free with their hands in the dirt In a pair of old jeans and their favorite tshirtSome people feel enslaved when they have a boss Some people without one feel totally lost To make this world work ,it takes all different kinds We all have different tastes ,different strengths ,different minds So it doesn'tmake sense to generalize And it doesn'tmake sense to judge with our eyes We need more compassion ,we need to be kind If you open your heart ,you might like what you find Cause there are some nice bus drivers ,and there'ssome mean bus drivers And there'ssome nice cops in Madison ,Wisconsin And there'ssome nice teachers ,and there'ssome mean teachers Just because you got a mean teacher doesn'tmean all teachers suck And no one is nice all the time ,no one is mean all the time Think about what someone'sgoing through that'smaking them be mean to you Like maybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside Or maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really liked Or maybe they are really shy ,don'tknow how to socialize May just want to run and hide ,not saying that it'sjustified But if we learn to empathize ,the resentments will vaporize Situations metamorphize before our very eyes Then the need to stereotype will become outdated When we realize that everyone is really complicated We are all so complicated We are all so complicated I am also complicated I am also complicated I'ma black mom ,a lactivist ,a homeowningpunk It'sbeen over a decade since the last time I got drunk I drive a minivan,and I'vegot junk in the trunk I think Danny DeVito is a total hunk I like revisiting the sh*tmy therapist helps me remember Being friends with someone for a long time ,still not knowing their gender I fight for equal rights ,and I fight for inner peace And I pray to the dead for the gratitude I need I'vegot chickens in my backyard and a little garden plot I really hate commercials but I got a slapchopCause I'ma sucker for a remix ,let me tell you what By the time that I am finished ,you are gonna love these nuts I'ma little bit pop culture ,a lot bit DIY I don'tknow the definition of TMI I write poems about my period ,post pictures of my log If you don'tlike body functions ,you shouldn'tread my blog My husband'sa musician from the mountains in France He wrote me a song ,we did interpretive dance Then he knocked me up ,now we have the coolest kid Yeah ,hooking up with him'sthe smartest thing I ever did And I feel like I can fly when I'mon roller skates I get a little high when I eat dried dates I feel like I'munloading when I'mloading up the car I feel like I'mexploding when I'mholding my guitar I don'tunderstand what numbers have to do with success Or what sales have to do with happiness Unless they'rethe kind of sails that will carry me to sea Where my grandma and grandpa are waiting for me I never thought I'dmake it to 25,now I'm37and I'mglad that I'malive If I ever need a tour bus ,I'mstill gonna drive Cause I looking out the windshield as the world goes by Looking out the windshield as the world goes by Yeah ,looking out the windshield as the world goes by Now I'm37and I'mglad that I'malive And I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by Guitar score
Same **** / Complicated Artist: Kimya Dawson
Capo: 0
Key: C
Difficulty:
Tempo: 133
Time Signature: 4/4
Hot: 100
Creation time: 2023-05-08 Same **** / Complicated Guitar Tab, arranged and transcribed by Chordance, complete with staff notation and numbered musical notation. The song was composed by and performed by Kimya Dawson. This guitar tab is in the key of C and is a Beginner version, suitable for players at the Beginner level. A must-learn piece for guitar enthusiasts. Strum the guitar, open the piano, and experience the mood conveyed by Kimya Dawson at that time~
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