Okkervil River – Title Track (Guitar)

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E          B            C#m
All of the stage names evaporate

                A                 E             B
And it's just a blood-flushed and heart-rushing race

          F#m          E       C#m              A
Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late

                              B
To be far too dear or too cut-rate

        F#m                    B
Hold my hand again like at the lake

          F#m                    B
Hold that mirror, babe, up to my face

         F#m                A
Hear the whippoorwill? Am I breathing still?

  E         B       C#m                           A          E             B
A Hollywood Babylon bike-a-thon for break-dancers all broken down in their beds

A   E             B          A           E          B
Now intravenously fed from a bag hanging over their heads

              F#m                              B
Can I put you down for some miles? What do you say?

                F#m                                B
Cause don't you know it's going to be a long, long way

              F#m                        A
But if you've got the cash, I'm ready to bust my ass

   E               B           C#m
So take this thin, broken-down circus clown reject

    A            E         B
And give her the name of a queen

        A             E        B
Don't I know her from the mezzanine?

                 A            E           B
Well, she didn't look like no princess to me

             F#m          B
But with the proper words bestowed

             F#m
And with her morning shoot

                B
And her evening clothes

                 F#m
Don't call her a prostitute

                 B
She ain't one of those

                F#m                       A
Just call her a proper little statue come unfroze