going for the gold by bright eyes/from oh holy fools ep.
transcribed by laura sharps plural (marmorealuna@hotmail.com)
chords:
G* Gb? F? Em+2 D7 Dsus2 C D G Bm Em Gb7 Asus2
E -(5)---(5)---3----2----2----0----0---2---3---2---0---0----0--
B --5-----5----0----0----1----1----1---3---3---3---0---2----0--
G --4-----4----0----0----2----2----0---2---0---4---0---3----2--
D --5-----4----3----2----x----x----2---0---0---4---2---4----2--
A --x-----x----x----x----x----x----3---x---2---2---2---4----0--
E --x-----x----x----x----x----x----x---x---3---x---0---x----x--
notes in parentheses are "hammer on" notes, to add when
appropriate. string should be muted otherwise.
*=bizarre voicing (but still a complete triad). standard open G
chord won't sound right.
?=i have no idea what the proper chord call is, so i'm calling it
by the bass note.
if you can improve on this chart please email me! i'm pretty sure
almost all of the chords are right, but nobody's perfect! ;)
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G* Gb? F?
There's a voice on the phone telling what had happened
Em2 D7 Dsus2 D7
some kind of confusion, more like a disaster
G* Gb? F?
and it wondered how you were left unaffected
Em2 D7 Dsus2 D7
but you had no knowledge, no the chemicals covered you
G* Gb? F?
and so a jury was formed as more liquor was poured
Em2 D7 Dsus2 D7
no need for conviction, they're not thirsting for justice
G* Gb* F?
but I slept with the lies I keep inside my head
Em2 D7 Dsus2 D7
I found out I was guilty, I found out I was guilty
G* Gb? F?
but I won't be around for the sentencing
Em2 D7 Dsus D7
cause I'm leaving, on the next airplane
C D G Bm
and though I know that my actions are impossible to justify
C D G
they seem adequate to fill up my time
C D Bm Em
and if I could talk to myself like I was someone else
C D G Bm Em
then maybe I could take your advice
C
and I wouldn't act like such an
D G* Gb? F? Em2 D7 Dsus2 D7
asshole all the time
G* Gb? F? Em2 D7 Dsus2 D7
G* Gb? F?
there's a film on the wall makes the people look small
Em2 D7 Dsus2 D7
who are sitting beside it, all consumed in the drama
G* Gb? F?
they must return to their lives once the hero has died
Em2 D7 Dsus2 D7
they will drive to the office, stopping somewhere for coffee
G* Gb? F?
where the folk singers, poets, and playwrights convene
Em2 D7 Dsus2 D7
dispensing their wisdom, oh dear amateur orator
G* Gb? F?
they will detail their pain in some standard refrain
Em2 D7 Dsus2 D7
they will recite their sadness, like it's some kind of contest
Gb7 Bm
well if it is, I think I am winning it
G Asus2
all beaming with confidence, as I make my final lap
Gb7 Bm
the gold medal gleams, so hang it around my neck
G Asus2
cause I am deserving it, the champion of idiots
C D G Bm
but a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to omaha
C D G
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin
C D Bm Em
cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her
C D G Bm Em
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes
C
now to me everything else it
D G* Gb? F? Em2 D7 Dsus2 D7
just sounds like a lie. uh huh, uh huh, uhh huh!
G* Gb? F? Em2 D7 Dsus2 D7