of Montreal – A Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger (Guitar)

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Tabbed by Erlend Riis and Pål Fiksdal paalsfiksdal at hotmail dot com Intro: Dm C F C F C F C F C F C
Dm                          G7
  I spent the winter on the verge of a total break-

C                    F
down While living in Norway

C#                   A                  C#
 I felt the darkness of the black metal bands

Dm              G7
 But being such fawn of a man
C Am (maybe? Im not sure) I didn't burn down any old churches
     G7            Am         G7
Just slept way too much, just slept

          F
My mind rejects the frequency
It's static craziness to me
         C
Is it a solar fever?

       F
The TV man is too loud
Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
              C
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile

           F
We've eaten plastic weather
This family sticks together
         C
We will escape from the south to the west side

          F
My mind rejects the frequency

                           C
It's just verbosity to me

Dm                            G7
   I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book

      C                         F
While trying to restructure my character

C#                  A                 C#
   Because it had become vile to its creator

Dm                          G7
  And through many dreadful nights

                   C                     Am (?)
I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of

    G7               Am            G7
And waiting for some high times to come again

          F
My mind rejects the frequency
It's static craziness to me
         C
Is it a solar fever?

       F
The TV man is too loud
Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
              C
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile

           F
We've eaten plastic weather
This family sticks together
         C
We will escape from the south to the west side

          F
My mind rejects the frequency

                           C
It's just verbosity to me
Dm
Gm          Dm            G#dim7
  Dirty old shadows stay away

                Am
Don't play your games with me

Fm           Am
  I am older now I see

Ebm            Gm
   The way you operate

Dm             Gm               C             
  If you don't hurt me then you die,  om, om

          F
My mind rejects the frequency
It's static craziness to me
         C
Is it a solar fever?

       F
The TV man is too loud
Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
              C
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile

           F
We've eaten plastic weather
This family sticks together
         C
We will escape from the south to the west side

          F
My mind rejects the frequency

                           C
It's just verbosity to me