Of Montreal – She Aint Speakin Now chords

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                                           SHE AIN'T SPEAKIN' NOW - OF MONTREAL
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Created by: dcolspector

Many of the chords are barred, so play around with different inversions and shapes.

C#maj7/F - 143111
Fmaj7 - 587555

Am   Am/G   Bb   A7   Dm

C#maj7/FLike some sepulchral tableaux,
                          FI sit frozen holding your hand.
           C#maj7/FThough I'm trying to think only,
                         CPositive thoughts I understand.

BbThat this tomorrow,
       Fmaj7May not   be the tomorrow that,
Bb                Fmaj7Your eviscerating suffering will end, oh.
Bb                   CWill you ever be yourself again?

Single notes: [F   G   F   A   D   F   G]

Gmaj

FGirl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
    Gm          FShe ain't doin' well.
    A                       Dm           F        GmHer eyes they seem cast and fatherless.
    G                   CHer psyche's cracked or, anyhow,
    Am             Bb     AShe ain't speakin' now.

Dm  Dsus2  Dm

Nightfall, like some leaden sea,
Dilates as I hold vigil by your bed.
Watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head.

I can't repel the snaking veil of morbidity,
That's disfiguring the seraph of your face.
Oh, the organism's been debased.

Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain't doin' well,
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Her psyche's shattered or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.

AYou scream that the books,
Are falling off the shelf onto you,
    F                           GBut   I can't see them.
EYour hallucination ravings,
I'm writing them all down so,
BbYou can read them,
          CWhen your mind no longer aches,
And your febrility breaks.

Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain't doin' well.
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless,
Her psyche's cracked or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.

Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain't doin' well.
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless,
Her psyche's shattered or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.

Dm