Animal Collective – La Rapet (Guitar)

     F#                             G#m
It's what you see in men, does my rugged face cut scars like daggers

 F#                           G#m
Faces on the wall, we can't touch you but you move our hobby

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Reach into the hall, step around the feast and find the lobby

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Open up the door, see an angel and you'll lose your body

          F#
My body...

          F#
Her angel...

  F#                   G#m              D#m
Picking out a name, stretching out on your sheets

                     C#m
Isabelle, Isabelle, can't you hear me I can't tell

  F#                          G#m               D#m
Is the devil in the room, is he hiding in the first drawer

                            C#m
Hold me dear, hold me dear, can't you feel me touch your ear

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Meat was on the bone, but the children huddled and devoured

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Keep them in the home, let their minds go where their bikes can't take them

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Flinching finds me first, so I'll hide 'til she is in the basement

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When I light the match, touching angels shadows on the ceiling

          F#
My body...

          F#
My angel...

  F#                           G#m       D#m
Racing 'round the room, your forehead is on fire

                    C#m
Isabelle, Isabelle they're all talking you're not well

  F#                          G#m       D#m
Looking like a ghost doctors shaking their heads

                         C#m
Say my name, say my name, can't you see that I'm to blame

 F#
I'm to blame...

      E                         D#m
(There have been sadder days...)

  E        D#m
Sadder Days

   B
Starting to rot in their mind, pretty angel

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Grab the preachers throat, can't you see the light within the shutters

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Who set up the ball, don't you see your dancing frees my chances

 F#                            G#m
Put me on my feet, there's an angel with a hand thats open

 F#                            G#m
Write my name in ink, send a letter to the ground and beg him

          F#
My body...

          F#
My angel...

   F#                       G#m              D#m
Folding all your clothes, changing all your bed sheets

                      C#m
Isabelle, Isabelle, you're not with me where I dwell

  F#                        G#m            D#m
Drinking from your glass, smash it on the pyre

                            C#m
It's a shame, it's a shame don't you see me, I'm to blame

 F#
I'm to blame...

 F#
Some people's lives awake to itsy-bitsy I'm-so-sorry's

  E             B               G#m           F#
"The birds are calling for you please don't follow..."