xTab written by Hamon Moravejzadeh.
Okkervil River - A Stone
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(at least on this site)
I've only written chords. Listen to the song
to get the accurate strumming of the chords.
Now it could be that when the Am comes that it
can be a chord that is similar to Am. Maybe Am7/C6.
Capo on 3rd fret
G
Hot breath, rough skin
Cadd9
warm laughs, and smiling,
Em
the lovliest words
D
whispered and meant
Cadd9
you like all these things.
D
But though you like all these things
G
you love a stone.
Cadd9
You love a stone,
D Am
because it's smooth and it's cold.
Em
And you'd love most
D
to be told
Cadd9
that it's all your own.
G
You love white veins,
D
you love hard grey,
Am
the heaviest weight,
Cadd9
the clumsiest shape,
Em
the earthiest smell,
D
the hollowest tone
Cadd9
you love a stone.
Bridge: G D Am Cadd9
G
And I'm found too fast,
called too fond of flames,
Cadd9
and then I'm phoning my friends,
and then I'm shouldering the blame,
Em
while you're picking pebbles
D
out of the drain,
Cadd9
miles ago.
G
You're out singing songs,
and I'm down shouting names
Cadd9
at the flickerless screen,
going fucking insane.
Em
Am I losing my cool,
D
overstating my case?
Cadd9
Well, baby what can I say?
D
You know I never claimed
G
that I was a stone.
Cadd9
And you love a stone.
G
You love white veins,
D
you love hard grey,
Am
the heaviest weight,
Cadd9
the clumsiest shape,
Em
the earthiest smell,
D
the hollowest tone
Cadd9
you love a stone.
Bridge: G D Am Cadd9 (x2) G
Cadd9
You love a stone,
D
because it's dark
Am
and it's old
Em
and if it could start
D
being alive
Cadd9
you'd stop living alone.
(quieter, don't strum as much)
G
And I think I believe
D
that if stones could dream
Am
they'd dream of being laid
Cadd9
side-by-side piece-by-piece
Em
and turned into a castle
D
for some towering queen
Cadd9
they're unable to know.
G
And when that queen's daughter
D
came of age,
Am
I think she'd be lovely
Cadd9
and stubborn and brave,
Em
and suitors would journey
D
from kingdoms away
Cadd9
just to make themselves known.
G
And I think that I know
D
the bitter dismay
Am
of a lover who brought
Cadd9
fresh brouquets every day
Em
when she turned him away
D
to remember some knave
Cadd9
who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago.
The end:
G D Am Cadd9 X4
G
