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SONG: 11th Fret BAND: Gordon Downie ALBUM: Battle Of The Nudes (2003) TABBED BY: Ross Guertin (ross_guertin@yahoo.ca) TUNING: EADGBe E B E
ASo this is Efucking off by degrees And AI suppose we turned Eout to be not-quite Hawaii But AI can float back to Bsleep Cause at least you're Blying to me Like Amusic that dances from glowing apartments As Bshadows entwine into a creamy darkness Like Ajewlery hung down from rich silhouettes EPortrays on the sidewalk where Bwetness reflects All the Acolours of evening and the onset of lights Like the Bpromise 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