of Montreal – Wintered Debts (Guitar)

Dm          G
Can't survive another come-down day

         Dm                    F
When the spirit houses so much pain

        C       F                 C    Em  Am G
So much bitterness, so much bitterness

Dm                          G
I need to teach myself to feel again

        Dm                         C
Somehow I lost the thread of being human

                     F                    C   G  Am G F
Rotted in this bitterness, too much bitterness

Am                           G
I'm so confused, what is the function of this ego-sickness?

C                             F
Uselessly beleaguered by self-hatred whisperings

                  Em
I can't deal with mourning at the carcass

Am
Of my failures any longer

Dm                       G
Tried to call you from a bathroom in Sao Paulo, but I was

Dm                                 Am
Too drunk to formulate any sort of Earthly language

        C         F                  C  Em  Am  C
So much bitterness, too much bitterness

Dm                              G
Other people can say there is a true belief system

Dm                                       Am
But all my life I've been betrayed by my mother's religion

        C        F                C    E  G  F
So much bitterness, too much bitterness

Am                            G
I'm so destroyed, what is the purpose of this ego-sickness?

C                           F
Uselessly besieged by self-aversion whisperings

             Em
Man, I can't deal with mourning at the carcass

Am
Of my failures any longer

Am
Can't seem to get the saddle on

                              Em  Am
The spoils of this morbid fugue

                     Dm    Em   Am
Just a baleful ululation

Em
The ink's dripping all over me!

    Am             Dm             Em  Am
The only regret I have is caring!

Dm
Father, will we starve today? Father, will we starve?

Dm
Father, will we starve today? Father, will we starve?

Dm
No my child, there are wild women here and a crafty fish am I

Dm
No my child, there are wild women here and a fleshy catch am I

Dm
Will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the meadow?

Dm
Will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the ground?

Dm
No my child, you lay your head upon a monstrous felony

Dm
No my child, you'll rest your head upon a gross misdeed

Dm
Father will I cry again, crossed the earth to fight

Dm
Father will I cry again, a victim of abuse

Dm
No my child, don't be the world needs more distinction

Dm
For awful retribution is the singular delight

Breakdown melody is:
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A                            Gm
It's hard to sympathize with those that won't fight for themselves;

A                            B
I can't hold both our faces off the flames much longer

     A           Fm              D
The child of our struggle is free

      A            Fm            E       D
I've fallen out of love with the prisoner

A                  D  A
What's to save us?