Okkervil River – A Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene (Ukulele)

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I'm a band in a show about a man holding hands with his wife 

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on a therapist's couch, with his face to the ground (after fucking around

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countless nights) 

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and, in this one episode, close-up cameras are showing him crying, 

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his red head and his red eyes. 
*Verse 2*
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I'm a band in a show about a boy being buried alive, 

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from his head to his toes, by a criminal (but with a sensitive soul!) with

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a set of raccoon eyes, 

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and there's this scene in the show when a hustler knows 

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he's gonna die. 

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The ground opens and he climbs inside. 
*Chorus*
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And as he speaks his last line, a thought falls from his mind and I pick it

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 up right through the TV: 

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Oh   oh                       Is there a hand to take hold of the scene? 
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I'm a man in a dream and there, dancing in front of my eyes,

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is a queen - formed out of flaws, with her eyes all gone odd and a rod

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bolted into her spine. 

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She rises up like a yawn. She grips my heart like a claw. She splits apart

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 like a jaw, like an eye.

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And she asks me with a sigh, 
*Chorus*
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When we're so far from right, when we're losing the fight, when we're

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 letting the light weaken its beam - 

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Oh   oh                       Is  there  a  hand to take hold of the scene? 
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I want a smile like a glistening shard. I want a kiss that's as sharp as a

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knife.   The   day     expires, and the 

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dry, cracked, trembling lips God saw fit to put this kiss inside,     I 

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lift them up to you. 

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I'd like to bear witness   to   a 
*Verse 4*
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light that is fine and is filling the cryingest eyes, 

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grace in each face that is making the wastedest, 

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brokenest ones fairly fly, 

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love that is innocent of that old cynical, covetous, cancerous vibe, 

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and a beauty      that annihilates all 
*Chorus*
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life like it's lived in these nights, holding your hatred tight like a sign

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 that you're right or you're strong. 

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When your doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight, and my dream will

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 just sweep you along. 

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When all fires are fanned, when we're shucking our plans, when we're too

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 weak to stand on our two feet 

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Oh   oh                       Is there a hand to take hold of the scene? 
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