Written by Justin Stevens
Album: Fantastic Distraction
Copyright 1997 Busters Reunion Music
SaraBellum Records
INTRO: B D A E
(this is the progression, you'll have to figure out the rhythm)
Is that t[B]he hills under your fingernail
Th[D]e tempest and the hurricane
Th[A]e clouds to come beneath your br[E]eath
Did you i[B]ntroduce the night to day
Or[D]ion with the Milky Way
An[A]d all the stars on you rolode[E]x
We[B]ll you carve and you smash,
Wh[D]at you paint you call trash
Man you must have something to say
Sweat falls to the plat[D]e, the burden to c[A]reate
All your colors washe[D]d, inspiration lo[A]st
Yeah, sure, ok, Mo[A]net
There's nothing new in the wo[E]rld ([B]ha, na, na, na[D])
There's nothing new in the w[A]orld (hey...[E])
Was that the roses knocking at your door
Asking how tall that they should grow
Well, if it was give them my best
Is that a lightning bolt back in your coat
A fist of hail for rainy days
A tidal wave in your coffee cup
Well you reach down deep, And find nothing unique
Truth is getting so hard to paint
Just chasing the wind, No place to begin
Mister, you're not the first
Try working with dirt
Yeah sure ok Monet
There's nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na)
There's nothing new in the world (hey...)
Another empty canvas Tuesday
Howling Wolf is on the LP
But even he can't prime this poets pump
The agony and the ecstasy
The tension and the release
Did you know you were looking for me
There's nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na)
There's nothing new in the world (hey...)
Album: Fantastic Distraction
Copyright 1997 Busters Reunion Music
SaraBellum Records
INTRO: B D A E
(this is the progression, you'll have to figure out the rhythm)
Is that t[B]he hills under your fingernail
Th[D]e tempest and the hurricane
Th[A]e clouds to come beneath your br[E]eath
Did you i[B]ntroduce the night to day
Or[D]ion with the Milky Way
An[A]d all the stars on you rolode[E]x
We[B]ll you carve and you smash,
Wh[D]at you paint you call trash
Man you must have something to say
Sweat falls to the plat[D]e, the burden to c[A]reate
All your colors washe[D]d, inspiration lo[A]st
Yeah, sure, ok, Mo[A]net
There's nothing new in the wo[E]rld ([B]ha, na, na, na[D])
There's nothing new in the w[A]orld (hey...[E])
Was that the roses knocking at your door
Asking how tall that they should grow
Well, if it was give them my best
Is that a lightning bolt back in your coat
A fist of hail for rainy days
A tidal wave in your coffee cup
Well you reach down deep, And find nothing unique
Truth is getting so hard to paint
Just chasing the wind, No place to begin
Mister, you're not the first
Try working with dirt
Yeah sure ok Monet
There's nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na)
There's nothing new in the world (hey...)
Another empty canvas Tuesday
Howling Wolf is on the LP
But even he can't prime this poets pump
The agony and the ecstasy
The tension and the release
Did you know you were looking for me
There's nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na)
There's nothing new in the world (hey...)
