MAKIN' TOAST

From the limited edition "Temperence Union" Tim Rogers Solo CD



Chords

C	C*	Am/C	C7	F	Fm	D	D*	G	Asus2	Am	C/B

-0-	-0-	-0-	-0-	-1-	-1-	-2-	-3-	-3-	-0-	-0-	-0-	
-1-	-1-	-1-	-1-	-1-	-1-	-3-	-3-	-0-	-0-	-1-	-1--
-0-	-1-	-2-	-3-	-2-	-1-	-2-	-2-	-0-	-2-	-2-	-0---
-2-	-2-	-2-	-2-	-3-	-3-	-0-	-0-	-0-	-2-	-2-	-0---
-3-	-3-	-3-	-3-	-3-	-3-	---	----	-2-	-0-	-0-	-2---
----	----	---	---	-1-	-1-	---	----	-3-	----	----	----

Introduction

C	C*	Am/C	C7	
F	Fm	F	D	D*	
F	G	C	C/B	Asus2	Am (just "hammering on" the c note on the b string)
F	G	C

First verse

C                C*                               Am/C                                C7		    
Lying back, surrounded by cough medicines gargles and pills

F                                   Fm           F                                      D       D*
Sailing shoes wound up tight, looking for the next cheap brush

C                       C*                  Am/C             C7	
Daydreaming in the van, the best that I can do,

      F                       Fm                          F                          D                   D*
And today I made lurv with you so pornographic, just made me blush

            F                          G                               C          C/B        Asus2  Am (hammering on etc)
What’s wrong with this painting, it ain’t the plagiarism or the framing

F                          G                            C
What I do to be making toast with you

Second verse

Ten minutes to go until I get that, that call again
Wet towel in the corner like a dead cat soaking up the old blood stains
Hung my shirt out, but there’s no way to give it the kiss of life and I,
Wonder just how is it now everything fits you so god damn fucking right

What’s wrong with this picture even when I throw up now I miss ya
What I’d do to be making toast with you

Interlude(??)

F      Fm                F        Fm                                         C    C* Am/C    C7
Got a photo of ya now, propped up on the bottle with a tv guide
F                Fm                     F                            Fm                        D                     G
Like every day dream I’ve had, you know the ones they never come at the right time

Third verse

You know my old man used to do a whole lot of travelling too
And sometimes I wonder if this ain’t what my life has come to
A mid morning malaise and an instant sachet to make your brain turn to chicken feed
Well it’s a privileged life I guess but to hell this pillow it ain’t got the curves I need

What’s wrong with this lithograph, get this kid to the airport and make it fast

Outro

F                             G
What I’d do to be grinding beans

F                             G
What I’d do to be down on my knees

F                             G                         C       C*     Am/C	
What I’d do to be making toast with you	

C7                    F
And you know how I like it 

G                 C
Burnt, and hot.