The Decemberists – Cocoon (Ukulele)

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Chords

Transcribed by Steve Goldberg - [email protected] To play the verse riff, hold the chord formation while picking the melody on top:
Dmaj7		     Gmaj7
---------5------------------------
-7---5-7---7-5-------3------------
-6-------------7-----4------------
-7-------------------4-----------
-5-------------------x------------
---------------------3------------
Gmaj7 can also be conveniently played as:
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-12--
-11--
-12--
-10--
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Another way to play the riff:
Dmaj7		   Gmaj7
-2--------------------------------
-2-----------------3--------------
-2------2----------4--------------
-0--2-4---4-2-0----4--------------
-------------------x--------------
-------------------3--------------
Intro: Dmaj7 Gmaj7 (x2)
Dmaj7				 Gmaj7
this cocoon, caught in vesuvius' shadow

		Dmaj7
only the ashes remain

    Gmaj7
and i waited there for you

	     Dmaj7	Gmaj7
why couldn't you?

Dmaj7				    Gmaj7
here we lie waiting for somethig to startle

			   Dmaj7
to shake us from gravity's pull

    Gmaj7
and so sleeping hours are through

	    Dmaj7	Gmaj7
what can we do?

     Bm			   Gmaj7	    Em7
the sorry conclusion, the low dirty war, it happened before you came to

     Bm			   Gmaj7
but this is solution, and this is amends

     Em7
the joke always tends to come true

     C			      Am		  E
but there on your windowsill over the unmoving platoon

 C			Am			 E
written in paperback, view to the quarterback's room

	G
under waning moon

      D/F#	  Dm/F     Em
this quiet serves only to hide you

  Bm/F#  Em
provide you

       G	  Gm			    Dmaj7  Gmaj7
what I knew, what I knew, it'd come back to you
Dmaj7 Gmaj7 take this palm, follow the lines here are written and script out the rest of your life and feel your fingers falling slack and all folding back the tainted election, the hole in the sky command what is tried, what is true but without solution, with feet on the ground it won't make a sound 'til you're through so loosen your shoulderblades this is your hour to make due because there on the timberline deep cold november shines through soft and absolute this quiet serves only to hide you provide in you what I knew, what I knew, it'd come back to you