I Will Break Their Guitar

"I will break their guitar"
-- Joan Miró to Andre Masson concerning
the preeminence of Cubist painting
in postwar Paris

A fractured chord tapered off
Amid the dry and brittle palms
A curse came from afar
I will break your guitar.

Hands stuffed inside pockets
With lint and loose change
Passing by an empty jar
I will break your guitar

[Interlude Em Am F G C]

Their palms were crossed with silver
Their hearts were crossed with water
In the space of a Pater Noster
I will break your guitar.

A cadence is corrupted
Among the brooding angels
A curse came from afar
I will break your guitar.


Verse: Am G C / Am G C / Am G C / Em F G Am / Em F G C
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