Regina Spektor – Pavlovs Daughter (Guitar)
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[Intro]
(Bass: G E)
Christopher...
[Verse 1]
N.C.
The gravediggers getting stuck in the machine
Picking getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
Regin-ah, Regin-ah, Regin-a-ah
N.C.
Yes, I'm putting the boulder to my ear
And I still can't hear
Whadya think I was an amateur
Playing with my temperature?
[Pre-Chorus]
N.C.
If I hear another song about angels
If I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm going to go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now
N.C.
If I hear another song about angels
If I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm going to go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Oh, get me some whiskey, oh, get me some whiskey now
[Chorus]
C#7 C7 C#7 C7 My name is Lucille and I know how you feel C#7 C7 I live downstairs C#7 C7 I hear you taking out your garbage C#7 C7 I hear you loving your girlfriend C#7 C7 I hear you loving yourself too C#7 C7 I hear you flushing your toilet C#7 C7 I hear you turning your thoughts off C#7 C7 And I, I turn mine off too C#7 C7 The only thing I hear is you C#7 C7 And you don't sound nice, and you don't sound right C#7 C7 And you don't sound good, and you don't sound right C#7 C7 C#7 C7 My name is Lucille and I know how you feel C#7 C7 I live downstairs C#7 C7 I hear you taking out your garbage C#7 C7 I hear you loving your girlfriend C#7 C7 I hear you loving yourself too C#7 C7 I hear you turning your thoughts off C#7 C7 I hear you turning your thoughts off C#7 C7 And it gets quiet, quiet, oh Cm B F E Quite, quite, quite, quite F E Quiet, oh, quiet, oh Cm B F E F E Cm B Quite, quite, qui-qui-qui, qui-qui, qui F E F E Cm B Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui F E F E Cm B Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui F C Quite quiet... C Quiet...
[Bridge]
C C7 C Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning C7 C Heard the bell ring C And something deep inside of her made her want to salivate C7 C So she lay there drooling on her pillow C7 So she lay there, the sun skimming her skin C And, and... drooling on her pillow Cm7 C7 Cm7 Paaaavlov's daughter C C7 Oh, and it was far away C And hazy like a dream Cm7 C Not a dream C7 But the ocean, not the oceeeeean C But forever
C#7 C7 x4
[Verse 2]
C#7 C7 The gravediggers getting stuck in the machine C#7 C7 Picking getting slim, slimmer I hear them say my name C#7 C7 C#7 C7 Regin-ah, Regin-ah, Regin-a-ah C#7 C7 Yes, I'm putting the boulder to my ear C#7 And I still can't hear C7 Whadya think I was an amateur C#7 C7 C#7 C7 Playing with my temperature?
[Pre-Chorus]
C#7 C7 If I hear another song about angels C#7 C7 If I see another feather on the dumb-box C#7 C7 I'm going to go to Babylon and get me some whiskey C#7 C7 Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now C#7 C7 If I hear another song about angels C#7 C7 If I see another feather on the dumb-box C#7 C7 I'm going to go to Babylon and get me some whiskey C#7 C7 C#7 C7 Oh, get me some whiskey, oh, get me some whiskey now
[Chorus]
C#7 C7 C#7 C7 My name is Lucille and I know how you feel C#7 C7 I live downstairs C#7 C7 I hear you taking out your garbage C#7 C7 I hear you loving your girlfriend C#7 C7 I hear you loving yourself too C#7 C7 I hear you flushing your toilet C#7 C7 I hear you turning your thoughts off C#7 C7 And I, I turn mine off too C#7 C7 The only thing I hear is you C#7 C7 And you don't sound nice, and you don't sound right C#7 C7 And you don't sound good, and you don't sound right C#7 C7 C#7 C7 My name is Lucille and I know how you feel C#7 C7 I live downstairs C#7 C7 I hear you taking out your garbage C#7 C7 I hear you loving your girlfriend C#7 C7 I hear you loving yourself too C#7 C7 I hear you turning your thoughts off C#7 C7 I hear you turning your thoughts off C#7 C7 And it gets quiet, quiet, oh Cm B F E Quite, quite, quite, quite F E Quiet, oh, quiet, oh Cm B F E F E Cm B Quite, quite, qui-qui-qui, qui-qui, qui F E F E Cm B Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui F E F E Cm B Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui F C Quite quiet...
[Outro]
C As quiet as an ambulance staking out the neighborhood C C#7 Waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow C But nothing happens, it's a cruel joke C As ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest C#7 As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head C As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head going downstream to where it isn't even real rain at all