This isn't the whole thing, and it isn't perfect, buts a starting point. Feel free
to send me corrections! - [email protected]
Em in the chorus is 022010 I believe. The C's that pop up are either 032033 or a
variation I haven't quite figured.
Tabbed from a fairly bad quality youtube video. Corrections will be needed, it
might not even be in album tuning.
Capo 2 for album version.
[Em]'You', another t[D]ired second-person addr[C]ess,
Words written ha[Am]stily and under [G]duress
Im cold and hole[Am]d up in the back of the [C]van,
devoid of [Am]eloquence or elegant p[Em]lan
And Im p[D]aranoid,[C] and I [Am]can't help but [G]think,
That som[Am]ewhere s[C]omeone is [Am]listenin[Em]g in
But all the[D] words that [C]I kept in my pockets,
[Am]jotted down on supe[G]rmarket rece[Am]ipts,
C C C C Em
At base turned out to be solid masonry
And Im s[D]cared of[C] the kids who c[Am]ome to our show[G]s,
And scar[Am]ed of the words [C]that th[Am]ey seem[Em] to know,
Because [D]in truth all my high ide[C]als are in ruins,
in t[Am]ruth I don't really[G] know what Im doing
Am C
Growing out of these clothes turned out to mean losing certainty
So sing, 'your' voices level the land,
My Jericho,
My rock and sure foundation!
G C Em C G
Every love that made me lose my reasoning,
C Em C G
Every line that made my conscience ache,
C Em G G C
Every day spent counting hours well, none of them come close
To singi[Am]ng back [G]a song inside m[C]y head
I always[Am] had a song inside my he[C]ad
And yes, there are times when I am tired and stressed,
When I am hasty and Im under duress
Im a narcissist and Im not at my best I have to say Im not impressed
Of all the things that I believed in my teens, Im left with unread books and badly made zines
Some might-have-beens that somehow even yet
Bring a spring to my step
I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans,
And I remember safe-as-houses self-belief
So sing 'your' voices are sure destruction,
My rock and sure foundation
And every line that made me lose my reasoning,
Every chord that made my conscience ache,
Every sound a memory that's all I ever need
I always have a song inside my head
to send me corrections! - [email protected]
Em in the chorus is 022010 I believe. The C's that pop up are either 032033 or a
variation I haven't quite figured.
Tabbed from a fairly bad quality youtube video. Corrections will be needed, it
might not even be in album tuning.
Capo 2 for album version.
[Em]'You', another t[D]ired second-person addr[C]ess,
Words written ha[Am]stily and under [G]duress
Im cold and hole[Am]d up in the back of the [C]van,
devoid of [Am]eloquence or elegant p[Em]lan
And Im p[D]aranoid,[C] and I [Am]can't help but [G]think,
That som[Am]ewhere s[C]omeone is [Am]listenin[Em]g in
But all the[D] words that [C]I kept in my pockets,
[Am]jotted down on supe[G]rmarket rece[Am]ipts,
C C C C Em
At base turned out to be solid masonry
And Im s[D]cared of[C] the kids who c[Am]ome to our show[G]s,
And scar[Am]ed of the words [C]that th[Am]ey seem[Em] to know,
Because [D]in truth all my high ide[C]als are in ruins,
in t[Am]ruth I don't really[G] know what Im doing
Am C
Growing out of these clothes turned out to mean losing certainty
So sing, 'your' voices level the land,
My Jericho,
My rock and sure foundation!
G C Em C G
Every love that made me lose my reasoning,
C Em C G
Every line that made my conscience ache,
C Em G G C
Every day spent counting hours well, none of them come close
To singi[Am]ng back [G]a song inside m[C]y head
I always[Am] had a song inside my he[C]ad
And yes, there are times when I am tired and stressed,
When I am hasty and Im under duress
Im a narcissist and Im not at my best I have to say Im not impressed
Of all the things that I believed in my teens, Im left with unread books and badly made zines
Some might-have-beens that somehow even yet
Bring a spring to my step
I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans,
And I remember safe-as-houses self-belief
So sing 'your' voices are sure destruction,
My rock and sure foundation
And every line that made me lose my reasoning,
Every chord that made my conscience ache,
Every sound a memory that's all I ever need
I always have a song inside my head
