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

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Tabbed by Erlend Riis and Pål Fiksdal paalsfiksdal at hotmail dot com Intro: Em G C G C G C G C G C G
Em                          D7
  I spent the winter on the verge of a total break-

G                    C
down While living in Norway

G#                   E                  G#
 I felt the darkness of the black metal bands

Em              D7
 But being such fawn of a man
C Am (maybe? Im not sure) I didn't burn down any old churches
     D7            Em         D7
Just slept way too much, just slept

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

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

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

          C
My mind rejects the frequency

                           G
It's just verbosity to me

Em                            D7
   I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book

      G                         C
While trying to restructure my character

G#                  E                 G#
   Because it had become vile to its creator

Em                          D7
  And through many dreadful nights

                   G                     Em (?)
I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of

    D7               Em            D7
And waiting for some high times to come again

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

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

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

          C
My mind rejects the frequency

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

                Em
Don't play your games with me

Cm           Em
  I am older now I see

A#m            Dm
   The way you operate

Em             Dm               G             
  If you don't hurt me then you die,  om, om

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

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

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

          C
My mind rejects the frequency

                           G
It's just verbosity to me