A Stone
Okkervil RiverVersion1
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Hot breath, rough skin
warm laughs, and smiling,
the lovliest words
whispered and meant
you like all these things.
But though you like all these things
you love a stone.
You love a stone,
because it's smooth and it's cold.
And you'd love most
to be told
that it's all your own.
You love white veins,
you love hard grey,
the heaviest weight,
the clumsiest shape,
the earthiest smell,
the hollowest tone
you love a stone.
And I'm found too fast,
called too fond of flames,
and then I'm phoning my friends,
and then I'm shouldering the blame,
while you're picking pebbles
out of the drain,
miles ago.
You're out singing songs,
and I'm down shouting names
at the flickerless screen,
going fucking insane.
Am I losing my cool,
overstating my case?
Well, baby what can I say?
You know I never claimed
that I was a stone.
And you love a stone.
You love white veins,
you love hard grey,
the heaviest weight,
the clumsiest shape,
the earthiest smell,
the hollowest tone
you love a stone.
You love a stone,
because it's dark
and it's old
and if it could start
being alive
you'd stop living alone.
(quieter, don't strum as much)
And I think I believe
that if stones could dream
they'd dream of being laid
side-by-side piece-by-piece
and turned into a castle
for some towering queen
they're unable to know.
And when that queen's daughter
came of age,
I think she'd be lovely
and stubborn and brave,
and suitors would journey
from kingdoms away
just to make themselves known.
And I think that I know
the bitter dismay
of a lover who brought
fresh brouquets every day
when she turned him away
to remember some knave
who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago.
The end:
X4
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Readable chord sheet for A Stone by Okkervil River
Ho[G]t breath, rough skin warm laughs,[Cadd9] and smiling, the lovliest[Em] words whispered and[D] meant you lik[Cadd9]e all these things. But though you like [D]all these things you love a [G]stone. You love a [Cadd9]stone, because it'[D]s smooth and i[Am]t's cold. And you'd love [Em]most to be t[D]old that it's all you[Cadd9]r own. You love white[G] veins, you love hard [D]grey, the heaviest [Am]weight, the clumsiest sh[Cadd9]ape, the earthiest sm[Em]ell, the hollowest to[D]ne you love a stone[Cadd9]. [G] [D] [Am] [Cadd9] And I'm found too [G]fast, called too fond of flames, and then I'm phoning my [Cadd9]friends, and then I'm shouldering the blame, while you're picking [Em]pebbles out of the [D]drain, miles [Cadd9]ago. You're out singing [G]songs, and I'm down shouting names at the flickerless [Cadd9]screen, going fucking insane. Am I losing my c[Em]ool, overstating my [D]case? Well, baby what [Cadd9]can I say? You know I [D]never claimed that I was a [G]stone. And you love a [Cadd9]stone. You love white[G] veins, you love hard [D]grey, the heaviest [Am]weight, the clumsiest [Cadd9]shape, the earthiest [Em]smell, the hollowest [D]tone you love [Cadd9]a stone. [G] [D] [Am] [Cadd9] [G] You love a [Cadd9]stone, because it's [D]dark and it's [Am]old and if it could [Em]start being [D]alive you'd stop living[Cadd9] alone. (quieter, don't strum as much) And I think I beli[G]eve that if stones could [D]dream they'd dream of being [Am]laid side-by-side piece-by-[Cadd9]piece and turned into a [Em]castle for some towering [D]queen they're unable to [Cadd9]know. And when that queen's [G]daughter came of [D]age, I think she'd be [Am]lovely and stubborn and [Cadd9]brave, and suitors would [Em]journey from kingdoms[D] away just to make themsel[Cadd9]ves known. And I think that I [G]know the bitter dism[D]ay of a lover who b[Am]rought fresh brouquets every d[Cadd9]ay when she turned him [Em]away to remember some [D]knave who once gave just one r[Cadd9]ose, one day, years ago. The end: [G] [D] [Am] [Cadd9] X4 [G]