Arctic Monkeys – The Jewellers Hands (Ukulele)

Am                    Dm
Fiendish wonder in a carnivals wake,

Am                  Dm
Dull caresses once again irritate

Am
Tread softly stranger,

     Dm                              Am       Dm
Move over toward the danger that you seek

          Am
You think excitement has receded,

Dm
Then the mirror distracts

Am                              Dm
The logic of the trance quickly reaches and grasps

Am
Handsome and faceless

    Dm                                Am      Dm
And weightless your imagination runs

             F                   Am
And now it’s no one’s fault but yours

       E                      Am
At the foot of the house of cards,

                  F           E
You thought you’d never get obsessed

                E7                  Am
You thought the wolves would be impressed,

             F   Dm  Am
And you’re a sinking stone

             E                                    Am
Cos you know what it’s like to hold the jeweller’s hands,

         F            E          Am
That procession of pioneers, all drowned

Am
In the moonlight they’re more thrilling,

Dm
Those things that he knows

Am                                             Dm
As he leads you through the grinning, buddled, blowers in the snow,

Am                        Dm                                  Am  Dm
Watching his exit is like falling off the ferry in the night

Am                     Dm
Inevitable’s gather to push you around,

Am                         Dm
Any old voice makes such a punishing sound

Am
He became laughter’s assassin,

    Dm                                    Am   Dm
Shortly after he showed you what it was

             F                   Am
And now it’s no one’s fault but yours

       E                      Am
At the foot of the house of cards,

                  F           E
You thought you’d never get obsessed

                E7                  Am
You thought the wolves would be impressed,

             F   Dm  Am
And you’re a sinking stone

             E                                    Am
Cos you know what it’s like to hold the jeweller’s hands,

         F            E           Am
That procession of pioneers.. all drowned

Am           C           F
If you’ve a lesson to teach me,

    E        F   E          Am    E
I’m listening,    ready to learn

Am             C         F
There’s no one here to police me,

    E         F   E         Am    E
I’m sinking in, until you return

Am           C           F
If you’ve a lesson to teach me,

      E     F   E         Am     E
Don’t deviate, don’t be afraid

Am            C        F            E
Without the last corner piece I can’t calibrate,

F        E          Am  E
Let’s get it ingrained

Am           C           F
If you’ve a lesson to teach me,

    E        F   E          Am    E
I’m listening,    ready to learn

Am             C         F
There’s no one here to police me,

    E         F   E         Am    E
I’m sinking in, until you return

Am           C           F
If you’ve a lesson to teach me,

      E     F   E         Am     E
Don’t deviate, don’t be afraid

Am            C        F            E
Without the last corner piece I can’t calibrate,

F        E          Am  E
Let’s get it ingrained