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SHE AIN'T SPEAKIN' NOW - OF MONTREAL
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Created by: dcolspector
Many of the chords are barred, so play around with different inversions and shapes. For instance, try
the Bb into C in the verses as E shapes (on the 6th and 8th frets, respectively). Use that same Bb
shape when it is used alongside the Fmaj7 (which I notated just below this – it is the Cmaj7 shape on
the 5th fret).
C#maj7/F - 143111
Fmaj7 - 587555
Dm - 557765
Am Am/G Bb A7
Dm Dsus2 Dm Dm7 Dm Dsus2 Dm (Only a hammer-on for the non-Dm chords)
C#maj7/F
Like some sepulchral tableaux,
F
I sit frozen holding your hand.
C#maj7/F
Though I’m trying to think only,
C
Positive thoughts I understand.
Bb
That this tomorrow,
Fmaj7
May not be the tomorrow that,
Bb Fmaj7
Your eviscerating suffering will end, oh.
Bb C
Will you ever be yourself again?
Single notes – [F G F A D F G]
Gmaj
F
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
Gm F
She ain’t doin' well.
A Dm F Gm
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless.
G C
Her psyche's cracked or, anyhow,
Am Bb A
She ain't speakin' now.
Dm Dsus2 Dm Dm7 Dm Dsus2 Dm (Only a hammer-on for the non-Dm chords)
Nightfall, like some leaden sea,
Dilates as I hold vigil by your bed.
Watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head.
I can't repel the snaking veil of morbidity,
That's disfiguring the seraph of your face.
Oh, the organism's been debased.
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain’t doin' well,
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Her psyche's shattered or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.
A
You scream that the books are falling off the shelves onto you, but,
F G
I can't see them.
E
Your hallucination ravings, I'm writing them all down so,
Bb
You can read them,
C
When your mind no longer aches and your febrility breaks.
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain’t doin' well.
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless,
Her psyche's cracked or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain’t doin' well.
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless,
Her psyche's shattered or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.
Dm
