Capo: 1 Tuning:

Edit: I haven't noticed, but it turns out @uncleDarren commented some time ago, on version 1, a very similar way of playing the song. Well, now we have it tabbed! Hey guys! Here is a different version of "The mute" by radical face. Versions 1 and 2 of the tab/chords require a capo on the 6th or 7th fret. The version below does not require, necessarily, the capo, as you can achieve the same effect tuning your guitar half a tone up. That means, you can choose either to fit the capo on the first fret of your guitar or just tune it half a way up. Tabbed it by ear, so pardon any possible mistakes. Overall, I thought it sounded nice and wanted to share it with you guys. No more jibber jabbing, here goes! Hope you like it. C chord variation: When going from C to Am, I found that this progression really felt right and sounded like what happens in the song (It can be used in any of te C - Am "pairs"): C C Bm9 Bm9 Am e|------0--0--------0--0--------0------| B|------1--1--------1--1--------1------| G|------0--0--------0--0--------2------| D|------2--2--------0--0--------2------| A|--3---3--3----2---2--2----0---0------| E|-------------------------------------| Note: I recommend you play the whole song without a pick, just strumming with your hands/nails. It makes thigs a whole lot easier after you practice a little. I say that because of the strumming pattern of the tabbing above. I do it hitting the A string notes with my index finger and then down and up with the strumming. But of course, suite yourselves to play it the way you feel confortable. [Intro] C C11 C Am E11 G9 (2x) C [Verse 1]

^AmWell, as a child I mostly ^Fspoke inside my ^Chead ^AmI had conversations with the ^Fclouds, the dogs, ^Cthe dead ^AmAnd they thought my broken, that my ^Ftongue was coated ^Clead But I just ^Gcouldn't make my ^Fwords make sense to ^Amthem If you only ^Glisten with your ^Fears... I can't get ^Cin ^C11 ^C

^AmAnd I spent my evenings pullin' ^Fstars out of the ^Csky ^AmAnd I'd arrange them on the ^Flawn where I would ^Clie ^AmAnd in the wind I'd taste the ^Fdreams of distant ^Clives And I would ^Gdress myself up ^Fin them through the ^Amnight While my ^Gfolks would sleep in ^Fseparate beds... and wonder ^Cwhy ^C11 ^C

[Chorus] Am F C Am F C Am F C G F Am G F G C [Verse 2]

^AmAnd through them days I was a ^Fghost atop my ^Cchair ^AmMy dad considered me a ^Fcross he had to ^Cbear ^AmAnd in my head I'd sing ^Fapologies and ^Cstare As my ^Gmom would hang the ^Fclothes across the ^Amline And she would ^Gtry to keep the ^Fempty... from her ^Ceyes ^C11 ^C

^AmSo, then one afternoon I ^Fdressed myself ^Calone ^AmI packed my pillowcase with ^Feverything I ^Cowned ^AmAnd in my head I said "^Fgoodbye," then I was ^Cgone And I ^Gset out on the ^Fheels of the ^Amunknown So my ^Gfolks could have a ^Fnew life of their ^Amown So that ^Gmaybe I could ^Ffind someone Who could ^Ghear the only ^Fwords that I'd ^Cknown^C11 ^C

[Chorus] Am F C Am F C Am F C Am F C Am F C Am F C Am F C G F Am G F G

Radical Face - The mute