April 8th, 2003

beartato phd

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"Tuesday Morning"
    E             Bm7/D          [G      D/F#]    E
His mind a little calmer now (her face a bit less clear)
E            Bm7/D              [G        D/F#]   E
It'll all be fine somehow, quite sure, no need to fear

     C#m       B        A     E/G#
That she might find her way into
      C#m       B           A       E/G#
those dreams he can't quite sleep away
      Gmaj7     D/F#  E/G#
where she says "how I wanted you
   Gmaj7     D/F#     D      E
to more than briefly, mutely stay"

Gmaj7 D/F# B7
beartato phd

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"Tuesday Night"
              Em        A7           Em          Em
but she plays bass in a band called "major tom's oats"
         A7          A7            Em            Em
(she's a friend of a friend of his tuesday blind date)
    A7              A7            Em          Em
her fingers bend so deftly on the bluest blue notes
    B7             A7             Em           B7
her smile mid-solo kills him, and helpless, he waits

        Em           A7    Em         Em
for the sight of her redly brown hair swinging
       A7        A7     Em       Em
to the same time as her feet
        A7        A7     Em               Em
and her lips so intently pressed to one another
       B7             A7      Em    B7
at the five-chord's delicious heat

           Em             A7               Em     Em
though his date rests unimpressed with the set so far
       A7        A7     Em    Em
(she's into more top-40 fare)
     A7            A7               Em           Em
he's fallen under, captive to those magic twelve bars
          B7              A7           Em   B7
two hours missing when he comes up for air

E7 A7 E7 E7
A7 A7 E7 E7
B7 A7 E7 B7

E7 A7 E7 E7
A7 A7 E7 E7
B7 A7 E7 B7

E7 D7 Db7 C7
beartato phd

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Soo... slept in. Got lunch. Thought about research. Went to databases. Went to chik-fil-a for dinner. Dropped by the library to return one book and grab another. Decided I might as well finally take a stab at some good ol' vintage chomsky, since techstep mentioned it. Oh, yeah. Excerpts of other works in untranslated french already in the introduction. Riding that fine line between hardcore academic and assholetron-9000, eh, Noam? But I'm sure it'll be good stuff. Came back to campus. Tried typing up research stuff. Still hunting for bugs. I'm sure Frank'll find some tomorrow, but I feel it's a little more solid than before. Went home. Watched some sports night. Played more zelda: The second pirate ship arbitrary-tedious-manual-dexterity-task wasn't so bad after all. Got the bombs and headed to outset island. Unlocked the fairy fountain, healed grandma, went around back in the boat and cannonballed the wall hiding jabun. Some cinematic foo ensued. Now I gotta collect more magic froo-froo pearl thingies. I'd complain more vigorously if the game didn't actually appeal to a certain sense of wanting to collect-a-whole-bunch-of-crazy-shit in me, as I'm sure it's designed to.