Songbook

Nervous Tick Motion of the Head to the Left

By Andrew Bird

Key of Am

[Intro]
Dm
Over prescribed
G
Under the mister
C         Cmaj7
We had survived
   A7                  Dm
To turn on the history channel
                     G
And ask our esteemed panel
           C
Why are we alive
    Cmaj7             A7
And here's how they replied
            Dm                            G
You're what happens when two substances collide
       Dm               G                Am
And by all accounts you really should've died

Am Am C (Csus4) C
Gm Gm F E

[Verse]
Am                   C     (Csus4) C
Stretched out on the tarmac
Gm                 F           E
Six miles south of North Platte
Am                C        (Csus4) C
He can't stand to look back
Gm                 F     E
At sixteen tons of Hazmat

          Am   B7  E7
It's what goes undelivered
A   D  Dm  Gm  Dm  E
Undelivered

[Chorus]
Am                               C               (Csus4) C
It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
Gm                               F               E
It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
                   Am
Of the head to the left
Am                          C            (Csus4) C
So exorcise your cells till you're bereft
Gm                                      F               E
'Cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

Am Am C (Csus4) C
Gm Gm F E

[Verse]
Am               C      (Csus4) C
Splayed out on a bathmat
Gm                 F           E
Six miles north of South Platte
Am                C        (Csus4) C
He just wants his life back
Gm                   F       E
What's in that paper knapsack

          Am   B7  E7
It's what goes undelivered
A   D  Dm  Gm  Dm  E
Undelivered

[Chorus]
Am                               C               (Csus4) C
It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
Gm                               F               E
It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

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[Outro]
Dm
Over imbibed
G
Under the mister
C       Cmaj7
Barely alive
   A7                    Dm
We cover the blisters in flannel
                              G
Though the words we speak are banal
                    C
Not one of them's a lie
    Cmaj7           A7
Not one of them's a lie
            Dm
You're what happens when
                 G
Two substances collide
       Dm
And by all accounts
    G                Am
You really should've died