Tiny Music Songs From The Vatican Giftshop

...TINY MUSIC (SONGS FROM THE VATICAN GIFT SHOP)...

by Stone Temple Pilots (1996)

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*TINY MUSIC (SONGS FROM THE VATICAN GIFT SHOP)*

>1. PRESS PLAY

>2. POP'S LOVE SUICIDE

>5. LADY PICTURE SHOW

>6. AND SO I KNOW

>7. TRIPPIN' ON A HOLE IN A PAPER HEART

>8. ART SCHOOL GIRL

>9. ADHESIVE

>11.DAISY

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1...PRESS PLAY... by Stone Temple Pilots

*from 'Tiny Music...Songs from the Vatican Giftshop' (1996)*

*INSTRUMENTAL*

(Fades In)

Guitar 1 (Lead):

Plays Em9 chord and Harmonics on 12th Fret

Guitar 2:

(Bass arranged for Guitar)

(Lead Fill):

(Repeat to Fade)

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2...POP'S LOVE SUICIDE... by Stone Temple Pilots

*from 'Tiny Music...Songs from the Vatican Giftshop' (1996)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

(with Verse Riff):

Can you fi-gure out,

What I want?

Pull the trig-ger with,

A pop gun.

Mind- less fools that,

Agg -ra-vate it,

Pick at you in,

Des -per-a -tion.

Chorus 1:

Oh, it's a love pop sui-cide,

Oh, I'm in love pop sui-cide,

Although I really do-n't know.

Verse 2:

(with Verse Riff)

Pop life liv-ing is,

So re-al,

Mid -west far-mers' kids,

Are milk-fed.

Breed and in-cu-bate,

What you see,

Ten years la-ter on,

T -V.

Chorus 2:

Oh, it's a love pop sui-cide,

Oh, I'm in love pop sui-cide,

Although I really do-n't know.

Bridge 1:

(Yeah, yeah), although I really don't know.

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah).

(Yeah, yeah), although I really don't know.

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah).

Although I really...

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah).

Verse 3:

Fa -ther can't you love,

Your wo-man?

Fa -ther can't you teach,

Your child-ren?

Long range love,

Im-plo-sion,

Short wick-ed,

Short wave mind,

Ex-plo-sion.

Chorus 3:

Oh, it's a love pop sui-cide,

Oh, I'm in love pop sui-cide,

Although I really do-n't know.

Bridge 2:

(Yeah, yeah), although I really don't know.

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah).

(Yeah, yeah), although I really don't know.

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah).

Although I really...

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah).

(Yeah, yeah), although I really don't know.

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah).

(Yeah, yeah), although I really don't know.

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah).

Although I really...

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah).

Guitar Solo:

(Over Verse Chords)

(Fade)

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3...TUMBLE IN THE ROUGH... by Stone Temple Pilots

*from 'Tiny Music...Songs from the Vatican Giftshop' (1996)*

Intro:

G*7 Gm7b5 G*7 Gm7b5 G*7

Verse 1:

I can't eat, I can't sleep,

I can't live, I can't cry, I can't die.

I can't walk, I can't talk,

Booze; I can booze, steal your shoes, so I can move.

Tumble in the rough, tumble in the rough, tumble in the rough.

Bridge 1:

(with Bridge Riff):

I'm looking for a new meditation,

Still looking for a new way to fly.

Don't want any plastic validation,

Not looking for a new way to die.

Chorus 1:

I made excuses for a million lies,

But all I got was humble kidney pie;

So what?

So what?

Bridge 2:

(with Bridge Riff):

I'm looking for a new stimulation,

Quite bored of those inflatable ties.

I'm looking for a new rock sensation,

Dead fish don't swim around in jealous tides.

Chorus 2:

I made excuses for a million lies,

But all I got was humble kidney pie;

So what?

So what?

So what?

Break:

Can't live, can't buy new shoes, (tumble in the rough).

Lived on a summer with new shoes, (tumble in the rough).

(Repeat Above x2)

Solo:

(over Bridge Chords)

Verse 2:

I can't eat, I can't sleep,

I can't live, I can't cry, I can't die.

I can't walk, I can't talk,

Booze; I can booze, steal your shoes, so I can move.

Tumble in the rough, tumble in the rough, tumble in the rough.

Chorus 3:

I made excuses for a million lies,

But all I got was humble kidney pie;

So what?

So what?

So what?

So what?

Outro:

G*7 Gm7b5 G*7 Gm7b5 G*7

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4...BIG BANG BABY... by Stone Temple Pilots

*from 'Tiny Music...Songs from the Vatican Giftshop' (1996)*

Intro:

*(Vocals start on C5 Chord)

Verse 1:

(ith Intro Riff):

I got a picture of a photo-graph,

Of a wed-ding and a shell.

It's just a burning ach-ing memory,

I ne-ver kiss and tell.

Interlude:

Bridge 1:

So turn it up and burn it,

There's a hole in your head,

There's a hole in your head,

In your head where the birds,

Can't, sing a-long.

Does anybod-y know,

How the story real-ly goes?

How this story real-ly goes;

Or do we all just hum a -long?

Chorus 1:

Sell your soul and sign an autograph;

Big bang baby it's a crash, crash, crash.

I wanna die but I gotta laugh;

Orange crush mama is a laugh, laugh, laugh.

Verse 3:

Spin me up, spin me, spin me out,

Sta-tion, love station send me up and out.

Is this what life and love is all a-bout?

I think I think so.

Bridge 2:

We used to see in colour,

Now it's only black and white,

But it's only black and white,

'Cos the world is colour blind.

Does anybod-y know,

How the story real-ly goes?

How this story real-ly goes;

Or do we all just hum a -long?

Chorus 2:

Sell your soul and sign an autograph;

Big bang baby it's a crash, crash, crash.

I wanna die but I gotta laugh;

Orange crush mama is a laugh, laugh, laugh.

Middle 8:

E* Emaddb13

E* Emaddb13

Nothing's for free,

E* Emaddb13

Nothing's for free.

Take it a-way boys.

E* Emaddb13

Nothing's for free,

E* Emaddb13

Nothing's for free,

Take it a-way boys.

Bridge 3:

So turn it up and burn it,

There's a hole in your head,

There's a hole in your head,

In your head where the birds,

Can't, sing a-long.

Does anybod-y know,

How the story real-ly goes?

How this story real-ly goes;

Or do we all just hum along?

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5...LADY PICTURE SHOW... by Stone Temple Pilots

*from 'Tiny Music...Songs from the Vatican Giftshop' (1996)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

Lady picture show, she hides behind the bedroom door,

Lady picture show, she hides behind the bedroom wall.

She hides be-cause,

She don't know nothin', don't know nothin' any more.

She keeps a funny face,

It's locked and bagged; it's just outside the door.

Chorus 1:

She doesn't know her name,

She doesn't know her face.

She doesn't know her name,

She doesn't know her face.

Any-more.

Verse 2:

Lady picture show, she hides behind the bedroom door,

Lady picture girl, I think them boys don't like your show.

Lady picture show, them boys are gone; should just say no,

Your wedding present's not so daisy picture perfect anymore.

Lady funny face,

It's locked and bagged; it's just outside the door.

Chorus 2:

She doesn't know her name,

She doesn't know her face.

She doesn't know her name,

She doesn't know her face.

Any-more.

Bridge 1:

Let them be,

Let them be,

Let them be...

Solo:

(Rhythm Guitar plays:

Chorus 3:

She doesn't know her name,

She doesn't know her face.

She doesn't know her name,

She doesn't know her face.

Bridge 2:

Let them be,

Let them be,

Let them be...

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6...AND SO I KNOW... by Stone Temple Pilots

*from 'Tiny Music...Songs from the Vatican Giftshop' (1996)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

(with Intro Riff):

And so I know, it's begun again.

Never be the same, and with that I said;

Chorus 1:

Ne...ver ever be this way, again.

Verse 2:

(with Intro Riff):

Hold on till the end,

(Campfire girls make me feel alright),

Like it's the last hello.

Whirlwinds and rollercoasters,

(Campfire girls make me feel alright),

Long grass making shapes hello.

Chorus 2:

Di...sap-pearing, disappearing floating graves.

Interlude:

Chorus 3:

Never, ever, ever, ever be this way.

Mmm... never ever be this way again...

Solo:

Chorus 4:

Never, ever, ever, ever be this way.

Verse 3:

(with Intro Riff):

And so I know,

(Campfire girls make me feel alright),

It's begun again.

Never be the same, and with that I said;

Campfire girls.

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7...TRIPPIN' ON A HOLE IN A PAPER HEART... by Stone Temple Pilots

*from 'Tiny Music...Songs from the Vatican Giftshop' (1996)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

(with Intro Riff):

Don't cut out my paper heart, I ain't dyin' anyway.

Take a look at eye full towers, never trust them dirty liars.

Sippin' lemon yellow booze, ol' Lead-belly sings the blues.

All dressed up on wedding day, keep on trippin' any-way.

Interlude:

Chorus 1:

I am, I am, I said I'm not myself,

But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale.

So keep your bankroll lottery,

Eat your salad day deathbed motorcade.

Verse 2:

(with Intro Riff):

Fake the heat and scratch the itch, skinned up knees and salty lips.

I'll breathe your life; Vicks Vapour life and when you binge I purge alike.

Let go; it's harder holding on, one more trip and I'll be gone.

So keep your head up, keep it on, just a whisper; I'll be gone.

Take a breath and make it big; it's the last you'll ever get.

Break your neck with diamond noose, it's the last you'll ever choose.

Interlude:

Chorus 2:

I am, I am, I said I'm not myself,

But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale.

Hold me closer, closer; let me go,

Let me be, just, let me be.

So keep your bankroll lottery,

Eat your salad day deathbed motorcade.

Solo: (over Verse Chords)

Interlude:

Chorus 3:

I am, I am, I said I'm not myself,

But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale.

Hold me closer, closer; let me go,

Let me be, just, let me be.

So keep your bankroll lottery,

Eat your salad day deathbed motorcade.

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8...ART SCHOOL GIRL... by Stone Temple Pilots

*from 'Tiny Music...Songs from the Vatican Giftshop' (1996)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

(with Intro Riff):

I gotta girlfriend,

She goes to art school,

I gotta art school girlfriend, yeah.

I gotta girlfriend,

She gotta girlfriend,

We gotta girlfriend,

Then she gotta go.

She left her home from sweet Ala-bama,

Rose Ala-bama for the city, New York city, yeah.

Chorus 1:

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

Verse 2:

(with Intro Riff):

I gotta girlfriend,

She goes to parties,

Underground parties, Andy Warhol every-where.

She wears the leather,

I wear the make up,

We'll never break up,

Been together for a month.

She left her home from sweet Ala-bama,

Rose Ala-bama for the city, New York city yeah.

Chorus 2:

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

Break:

Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da.

Five or four times, I told you;

Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da.

Solo:

(Over Chorus Chords)

Chorus 3:

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

Coda:

(Accapella)

(n.c)

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

I told you five or four times,

I told you five or four times.

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9...ADHESIVE... by Stone Temple Pilots

*from 'Tiny Music...Songs from the Vatican Giftshop' (1996)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

(with Intro Riff):

My friend blue he runs the show, with hot pink purple china glow.

His family trees are molded; no longer grows in summer.

He holds it closer lets it go, picks a fruit but keeps it whole.

Can't keep the submarining; keep the light from fading.

Chorus 1:

Grab the hate and drown it out,

Grab the beat and drum it out; it's all so confusing.

Verse 2:

(with Intro Riff):

Ain't the same for you and me, cartoon-like reality.

Dogs and cats and children; deepest wound is hidden.

Ain't the same for you and me, coma-tose commodity.

The super-heroes dyin'; all the children cryin'.

Sell more records If I'm dead, purple flowers once again.

Hope it's sooner, hope it's near, corporate records' fiscal year.

Do...wn, the river, down the ri-ver.

Verse 3:

(with Intro Riff):

Flyin' high a-cross the plain, purple flowers ease the pain.

Here, now, have a listen, ain't the song you're missin'.

Do...wn, the river, down the ri-ver.

Chorus 2:

(with Chorus Riff):

Have a listen, lend an ear,

Here's a song now if ya care.

All just hum a-long; words don't matter anymore.

Grab the hate and drown it out,

Grab the beat and drum it out; it's all so confusing.

Bridge 1:

Ad-he-sive love, adhesive, Ad -he-sive love.

Ad-he-sive love, adhesive, Ad -he-sive love.

Verse 4:

(Instrumental/Trumpet Solo)

(Over Verse Chords)

Chorus 3:

(with Chorus Riff):

Stitch the womb and wet the bed,

With a whisper I'll be dead.

Don't let the living die yet!

Grab the hate and drown it out,

Grab the beat and drum it out;

It's all so confusing.

Bridge 2:

Ad-he-sive love, adhesive, Ad -he-sive love.

Ad-he-sive love, adhesive, Ad -he-sive love.

Outro:

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10...RIDE THE CLICHE... by Stone Temple Pilots

*from 'Tiny Music...Songs from the Vatican Giftshop' (1996)*

Intro:

(*Riff 1):

Verse 1:

(with *Riff 1):

(*Riff 1)

She,

No wait,

But,

She know me.

(*Riff 1)

Intake,

Purge,

It's,

My di-sease.

Chorus 1:

Hold me closer let me be,

Hold me closer, let me go away.

Barely know you know my name,

Trip the witch and ride the shame.

Verse 2:

Just be-cause,

You-'re so,

Cli-ched.

It don't mean,

You,

Won't get paid.

Chorus 2:

Hold me closer let me be,

Hold me closer, let me go away.

Barely know you know my name,

Trip the witch and ride the shame.

Solo:

(over Verse Chords)

Coda:

She no wait, but she know me.

Intake purge, it's my di-sease.

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11...DAISY... by Stone Temple Pilots

*from 'Tiny Music...Songs from the Vatican Giftshop' (1996)*

(Repeat Above, End on B7)

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12...SEVEN CAGED TIGERS... by Stone Temple Pilots

*from 'Tiny Music...Songs from the Vatican Giftshop' (1996)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

Em</spa