The Decemberists – Los Angeles Im Yours (Guitar Solo)

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[Intro] C C C Cadd2 C (x2) [Verse 1]
C     C    C    Cadd2 C   C  C
There is a city by the sea

C    Cadd2 Am   Am
A gentle company

Am        Asus2  Em         F F G G
I don't suppose you want to?

C     C    C    Cadd2 C   C  C
And as it tells its sorry tale

C    Cadd2 Am   Am
In harrowing detail

Am        Asus2  Em         F F G G
Its hollowness will haunt you
[Chorus]
Dm  Dm          Dm      Dm
Its streets and boulevards

F    F      Fadd2  Am       Am  Asus2
Orphans and oligarchs it hears

Dm  Dm          Dm  F    F      Fadd2
A plaintive melody, truncated symphony

Am                               G
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore:

     F F G G      C
Los Angeles, I'm yours
C C C Cadd2 C (x3) C C F F G G [Verse 2]
C     C    C    Cadd2 C   C  C
O ladies, pleasant and demure

C    Cadd2 Am   Am
Hollow-cheek'd and sure

Am     Asus2  Em         F F G G
I can see your undies

C     C    C    Cadd2 C   C  C
And all the boys you drag about

C    Cadd2 Am   Am
On empty, fallow fount

Am        Asus2  Em         F F G G
From Saturdays to Mondays.
[Chorus]
Dm  Dm          Dm     Dm
You hill and valley crowd

F    F      Fadd2  Am      Asus2
Hanging your trousers down at heel.

Dm  Dm                 Dm  F    F      Fadd2
This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing

Am                               G
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above

     F F G G      C
Los Angeles, my love.
[Solo] C C C Cadd2 C (x2) [Verse 3]
D     D    D    Dsus2 D   D  D
O what a rush of ripe elan!

D     Dsus2   Bm   Bm
Languor on divans

Bm    Bsus2    F#m    G G A A
Dalliant and dainty!

D     D    D    Dsus2 D   D  D
But oh the smell of burnt cocaine,

D     Dsus2   Bm   Bm
The dolor and decay

Bm    Bsus2    F#m    G G A A
It only makes me cranky
[Chorus]
Dm  Dm          Dm
O great calamity,

F      F      Fadd2  Am      Asus2
Ditch of iniquity and tears

Dm  Dm              Dm   F    F      Fadd2
How I abhor this place, its sweet and bitter taste

Am                                       G
Has left me wretched, wretching on all fours

     F F G G      C
Los Angeles, I'm yours

     F F G G      C
Los Angeles, I'm yours

     F F G G      C
Los Angeles, I'm yours
F F G G C F F G G C