A Stone Tabulatur von Okkervil River (für Baryton)

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Hot breath, rough skin
            D#add9
warm laughs, and smiling,
            Gm 
the lovliest words
             F
whispered and meant
       D#add9
you like all these things.


                    F
But though you like all these things
           A#
you love a stone.
           D#add9
You love a stone,
           F             Cm
because it's smooth and it's cold.
               Gm
And you'd love most
       F
to be told
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that it's all your own.



              A#
You love white veins,
              F
you love hard grey,
             Cm
the heaviest weight,
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the clumsiest shape,
Gm
the earthiest smell,
F
the hollowest tone
D#add9
you love a stone.



Bridge: A#  F  Cm  D#add9


                  A#
And I'm found too fast,
called too fond of flames,
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and then I'm phoning my friends,
and then I'm shouldering the blame,
                     Gm
while you're picking pebbles
           F
out of the drain,
      D#add9
miles ago.


                   A#
You're out singing songs,
and I'm down shouting names
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at the flickerless screen,
going fucking insane.
Gm
Cm I losing my cool,
               F
overstating my case?
                D#add9
Well, baby what can I say?



           F
You know I never claimed
             A#
that I was a stone.
               D#add9
And you love a stone.
              A#
You love white veins,
              F
you love hard grey,
             Cm
the heaviest weight,
              D#add9
the clumsiest shape,
              Gm
the earthiest smell,
              F
the hollowest tone
         D#add9
you love a stone.



Bridge: A# F Cm D#add9 (x2) A#



           D#add9
You love a stone,
             F    
because it's dark 
         Cm
and it's old
                Gm
and if it could start
      F
being alive
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you'd stop living alone.

(quieter, don't strum as much)
                  A#
And I think I believe
                     F
that if stones could dream
                      Cm
they'd dream of being laid
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side-by-side piece-by-piece
                  Gm
and turned into a castle
                  F
for some towering queen
                  D#add9
they're unable to know.



                      A#
And when that queen's daughter 
        F
came of age,
                 Cm
I think she'd be lovely
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and stubborn and brave,
                  Gm
and suitors would journey
             F
from kingdoms away
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just to make themselves known.


          
                   A#
And I think that I know
               F
the bitter dismay
                Cm
of a lover who brought
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fresh brouquets every day
                    Gm
when she turned him away
                 F
to remember some knave
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who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago.

The end:

A# F Cm D#add9 X4

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