A Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene
Okkervil RiverVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
/ /... / = 2 measures of Ebm
I'm a band in a show about a man holding hands with his wife
on a therapist's couch, with his face to the ground (after fucking around
countless nights)
and, in this one episode, close-up cameras are showing him crying,
his red head and his red eyes.
*Verse 2*
I'm a band in a show about a boy being buried alive,
from his head to his toes, by a criminal (but with a sensitive soul!) with
a set of raccoon eyes,
and there's this scene in the show when a hustler knows
he's gonna die.
The ground opens and he climbs inside.
*Chorus*
And as he speaks his last line, a thought falls from his mind and I pick it
up right through the TV:
Oh oh Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
*Post-Chorus*
*Verse 3*
I'm a man in a dream and there, dancing in front of my eyes,
is a queen - formed out of flaws, with her eyes all gone odd and a rod
bolted into her spine.
She rises up like a yawn. She grips my heart like a claw. She splits apart
like a jaw, like an eye.
And she asks me with a sigh,
*Chorus*
When we're so far from right, when we're losing the fight, when we're
letting the light weaken its beam -
Oh oh Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
*Post-Chorus*
I want a smile like a glistening shard. I want a kiss that's as sharp as a
knife. The day expires, and the
dry, cracked, trembling lips God saw fit to put this kiss inside, I
lift them up to you.
I'd like to bear witness to a
*Verse 4*
light that is fine and is filling the cryingest eyes,
grace in each face that is making the wastedest,
brokenest ones fairly fly,
love that is innocent of that old cynical, covetous, cancerous vibe,
and a beauty that annihilates all
*Chorus*
life like it's lived in these nights, holding your hatred tight like a sign
that you're right or you're strong.
When your doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight, and my dream will
just sweep you along.
When all fires are fanned, when we're shucking our plans, when we're too
weak to stand on our two feet
Oh oh Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
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Readable chord sheet for A Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene by Okkervil River
/ [Ebm] /... / = 2 measures of Ebm [Ebm] I'm a b[Ebm]and in a show about a man holding hands with his [C#]wife on a t[Ebm]herapist's couch, with his face to the ground (after fucking around c[C#]ountless nights) and, in this o[B]ne episode, close-up cameras are showing him c[C#]rying, his red [Abm]head and [B]his red [C#]eyes. *Verse 2* I'm a [Ebm]band in a show about a boy being buried a[C#]live, from his [Ebm]head to his toes, by a criminal (but with a sensitive soul!) with a [C#]set of raccoon eyes, and there's this s[B]cene in the show when a hustler knows he's gonna d[C#]ie. The ground o[Abm]pens and [B]he climbs [C#]inside. *Chorus* A[F#]nd as he speaks his last [C#]line, a thought falls from his [Abm]mind and I pick it up r[B]ight through the T[C#]V: Oh [Abm]oh [B] Is there a [C#]hand to take hold of the scene? *Post-Chorus* [F#] [Abm] [C#] [B] *Verse 3* I'm a [Ebm]man in a dream and there, dancing in front of my [C#]eyes, is a [Ebm]queen - formed out of flaws, with her eyes all gone odd and a rod bolted into her s[C#]pine. She rises u[B]p like a yawn. She grips my heart like a claw. She splits apart like a jaw, like an e[C#]ye. And she [Abm]asks me [B]with a [C#]sigh, *Chorus* W[F#]hen we're so far from [C#]right, when we're losing the [Abm]fight, when we're letting the l[B]ight weaken its [C#]beam - Oh [Abm]oh [B] Is there a [C#]hand to take hold of the scene? *Post-Chorus* [F#] [Abm] [C#] [B] I [F#]want a smile like a g[Abm]listening shard. I want a kiss that's as sharp as a [C#]knife. The day [B]expires, and the d[F#]ry, cracked, t[Abm]rembling lips God saw fit to put this kiss i[C#]nside, I lift them [B]up to y[F#]ou. I'd like to bear [Abm]witness [C#]to a *Verse 4* l[Ebm]ight that is fine and is filling the cryingest e[C#]yes, g[Ebm]race in each face that is making the wastedest, brokenest ones fairly [C#]fly, l[B]ove that is innocent of that old cynical, covetous, cancerous v[C#]ibe, and a [Abm]beauty [B] that an[C#]nihilates all *Chorus* l[F#]ife like it's lived in these [C#]nights, holding your hatred [Abm]tight like a sign that you're r[B]ight or you're strong. W[F#]hen your doors are shut [C#]tight, I will dream you [Abm]tonight, and my dream will just s[B]weep you along. W[F#]hen all fires are f[C#]anned, when we're shucking our p[Abm]lans, when we're too w[B]eak to s[C#]tand on our two feet Oh [Abm]oh [B] Is there a [C#]hand to take hold of the scene? [B] Ends on a [B]