Los Campesinos! – Four Seasons (Guitar)

C (strum once)    C          Em    Em      C
When I come home it will be with, someone else's blood on my shirt

C       F                             F         Dm
Another county's dirt on the knees of my ripped jeans

Dm                Dm         C
And I won't wanna talk about it.

C                    C        Em
What you prise from 'tween my fingers,

Em       C                        C         F                   F  Dm
That the devil speaks in Scottish brogue, a love life under two shadows.

                    Dm         C
But you don't wanna talk about it.

Am                        G                       C
The bus stands still, the landscape scrolls right by

Am                   G                  C
Dual carriageway and landfill line both sides

      Dm                 Am                  Em                C
Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead.

    Dm          Am                 Em            C
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head.

Am                 G             C
And when I lay you down we'll be beneath,

Am                  G                C
duck feather duvet, new clean cotton sheets.

      Dm                 Am                  Em                C
Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead.

    Dm          Am                 Em            C
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head.

      Dm                 Am                  Em                C
Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead.

    Dm          Am                 Em            C
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head.

      Dm                 Am                  Em                C
Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead.

    Dm          Am                 Em            
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons

C                C              Em
As you bathe the stains from my skin

Em   C                    C           F                 F   Dm
Only dirt is washed away, cos all the bad lays far more deep

                       Dm          C
Please, I don't wanna talk about it.