Siberian Breaks taby ukulele według Mgmt

PART 1
Bb Cm Bb Cm
Amaj7

Am           Cmaj7
Sleep as the goer
Am                          Cmaj7
the bridge that watches the light speed thru
Bbm                 Cm
and cries while the spirit stumbles
Bbm                Cm                    Amaj7
and inside missile for the protection of you
Am         Cmaj7
maybe it's siletn
Am                     Cmaj7
the voice can't bear anymore strain
Bbm               Cm
but speak without even knowing
Bbm                 Cm
and streams outside in the direction of truth

Part 2
Gm         C                 Dm
there's no reason there's no secret to decode
Gm           C                 Dm           G
if you can't save it, leave it dying on the road
Gm        C                Dm
wide open arms can feel so cold
   C
so cold
        Em    F#
feel so cold

D C# Bm E

PART 3
Asus4
balance the books, the ledges, the loons
Asus4                        F#m
the disappointed look on the faces
                   E
that squint at the moon
      C#m                   Bm
let's see it with shadows enhance
        C#m                   D
and then vote to decide who'll advance
Asus4
silver jet plane, making a turn
                        Fm                           E
exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
     C#m                       Bm
it's not the life lesson I'd've guessed
          C#m                     D
if you're conscious you must be depressed
            Asus4     C#m
or at least cynical
    Em
but someone might still eat the steaks
F#
even if they're tough
D
spending the day
C#m
chewing the fat
Bm                  E                  Asus4
floating away isn't rough but it's not enough
Asus4
oh marianne, pass me the joint
the sandpaper's tan
F#m                        E
go-getters are surfing the point
    C#m                      Bm
and london's a cratch on the lens
     C#m            D
it's over before it begins
Asus4
silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders
                       Fm                     E
the older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick
C#m                           Bm
but really there's no trip at all
     C#m                 D
that doesn't result in a fall
     Asus4      C#m
or a faltering
    Em
but something might spit out the bait
F#
even if it's real
D
rolling away
C#m
missing a spoke
Bm                         E                  Asus4  C#m
close to the ground like a wheel but it's not enough
D
holding the line
C#m
clutching the phone
Bm                E                    Asus4
nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right
                F#
it's not right
D
smelling for blood
C#m
praying for rain
Bm                 E                   Asus4    A
running away isn't rough, but it's not enough

Part4
Eb              Gm                    Cm     Fm Cm             
the low tide is telling me, when it's over,
Bb            Dm            Gm
to breathe in everything exposed
Eb                Gm            Cm       Fm Cm
and comes back to cover me in a blanket
Bb           Dm              Gm        Em
being here's always changing tunes

Part 5
Dm G7 Am Am G Em A7 #4

Dm        G7                   Am              Am G Em A7
the empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all
Dm        G7               Am     Am G Em A7
wide open arms can feel so cold
Dm          G7                Am                Am   G Em A7
and you can sit beside me and tell me what it's worth
Dm           G7               Am     Am G Em A7
but I hope I die before i get sold
Dm       G7               Am      Am G Em A7    
I hope I die before I get sold
Dm         G7               Am   Am G Em A7
I'd rather die before I get sold

Part 6
   Dm           C             G
if you find the soul that you lost
E           Am
frozen in a starry void
Dm        C                 G
take it within and hope the sight of blood
                   Cmaj7
can will signs of life to return
Dm          C           G
back to the way that it was
E              Am
long before it made a noise
Dm         C         G
to keep on quietly reminding you
             Cmaj7                     Dm7
what's never created or destroyed

Part 7
Am          Cmaj7
wake as the swell peaks
    Am                      Cmaj7
the close-outs drowning the birds with roars
Bbm                 Cm
and howls scare the new unkindness
    Bbm               Cm             Amaj7
that picks and laughs at the carrion scene

Am             Cmaj7
forces you see breath 
Am                 Cmaj7
can always go into hiding
Bbm              Cm
and wait 'til it passes over
Bbm                      Cm
or stay far gone for all eternity
A Gm