Spiteful Intervention chords
by of Montreal
tabbed by Arcelle
Eb Eb/G Fm Fm7 Eb
e|-------------------------------------------------------3-----|
B|------8-----8---8------8------8------------------------4-----|
G|-----------------------------------------5-----8-------3-----|
D|----5-----5----------8------8------8---6-----6-----6---5-----|
A|--6-----6-----6---10-----10-----10---8-----8-----7-----6-----|
E|-------------------------------------------------------------|
Eb F# C# F#
It's fucking sad that we need a tragedy to occur to gain a fresh perspective in our lives
Eb F# C# F#
Nothing happens for a reason, there's no point even pretending, you know the sad truth as well as I
Eb B C# F#
Oh god, the morning light, sun rays bring my paranoia, I can't function unless I'm the only one awake
Eb B C# F#
Ooh ooh ooh
Eb B C# F#
Rancour of our last conversation, that fucking word you deform to
Eb B C# N.C.
Handicap me, then abuse your advantage, I'm nervous, my soul is returning to crystals
Eb B C# F#
Cause your eyes are an agent of darkness
N.C.
There's nothing to fight, it's just a bit of fait accompli
Ab Bb
F# B C# F# Fm
I spend my waking hours haunting my own life, I made the one I love start crying tonight
B C# F# Bbm
And it felt good, still there must be a more elegant solution
F# B C# F# Fm
Lately I'm rotted in the filth of self-offered agonies that really should fill me with shame
B
But all I have is dramatic energy
F#5 F5 Eb5 C#5
F
I lost my page in being the black-stamped disciple in your heart collage
Eb B C# N.C.
Feels wrong to celebrate, we need to suffer more, face our puerility, ban
Eb B C# Ab Bb
Converts that vitiate, devise new stratagems to disavow our quotidian characters
F# B C# F# Fm
I spend my waking hours haunting my own life, I made the one I love start crying tonight
B C# F# Bbm
And it felt good, still there must be a more elegant solution
F# B C# F# Fm
I know I'm upside-down about you, your kindness seems like blasphemy of some sick education
B Ab C# Ab C#
On the limits of humanity, so I profane the laws of some Victorian garbage, and listen to you
smashing up my studio again
F# B C# F# Fm
I spend my waking hours haunting my own life, I made the one I love start crying tonight
B C# F# Bbm
And it felt good, still there must be a more elegant solution
F# B C# F# Fm
Lately all I can produce is psychotic vitriol that really should fill me with guilt
B
But all I have is asthmatic energy
F#5 F5 Eb5 C#5 Eb(11-13-13-12-11-11)
