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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. For instance, try
the Bb into C in the verses as E shapes (on the 6th and 8th frets, respectively). Use that same Bb
shape when it is used alongside the Fmaj7 (which I notated just below this – it is the Cmaj7 shape on
the 5th fret).
C#maj7/F - 143111
Fmaj7 - 587555
Dm - 557765
Dm Dsus2 Dm Dm7 Dm Dsus2 Dm (Only a hammer-on for the non-Dm chords)
Like some sepulchral tableaux,
I sit frozen holding your hand.
Though I’m trying to think only,
Positive thoughts I understand.
That this tomorrow,
May not be the tomorrow that,
Your eviscerating suffering will end, oh.
Will you ever be yourself again?
Single notes – [F G F A D F G]
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.
Dm Dsus2 Dm Dm7 Dm Dsus2 Dm (Only a hammer-on for the non-Dm chords)
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.
You scream that the books are falling off the shelves onto you, but,
I can't see them.
Your hallucination ravings, I'm writing them all down so,
You can read them,
When 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.