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SONG: 11th Fret
BAND: Gordon Downie
ALBUM: Battle Of The Nudes (2003)
TABBED BY: Ross Guertin ([email protected])
TUNING: EADGBe
E B E
A E
So this is fucking off by degrees
A E
And I suppose we turned out to be not-quite Hawaii
A B
But I can float back to sleep
B
Cause at least you're lying to me
A
Like music that dances from glowing apartments
B
As shadows entwine into a creamy darkness
A
Like jewlery hung down from rich silhouettes
E B
Portrays on the sidewalk where wetness reflects
A
All the colours of evening and the onset of lights
B
Like the promise of nothing, sweet nothing, tonight.
E B C E C E C B E
So this is enacting ecstasy
And I suppose we turned out to be bathroom graffiti
But I can float back to sleep
Cause at least you're lying to me
Like shoveling hope into the infinite us
Til the world surges in yelling, "this is a drug bust"
Might turn up the heat and make us into one person
But then the temperature plunges and the predicament worsens
Til we're a fleck of new snow on the eyelash of a cow
And we melt away, melt away, melt away now
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