Title Track
Okkervil RiverVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
All of the stage names evaporate
And it's just a blood-flushed and heart-rushing race
Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late, to be far too
dear or too cut-rate
Hold my hand again
Like at the lake
Hold that mirror, babe
Up to my face
Hear the whippoorwill?
Am I breathing still?
A Hollywood Babylon bike-a-thon for breakdancers
All broken down in their beds
Now intravenously fed
From a bag hanging over their heads
Can I put you down for some miles?
What do you say?
Cause don't you know, it's going to be a long, long way
But if you've got the cash
I'm ready to bust my ass
So, take this thin broken down circus clown reject and
Give her the name of a queen
Don't I know her from the mezzanine?
She didn't look like no princess to me
But with the proper words
Bestowed
And with her morning shoot
Her evening clothes
Don't call her a prostitute
Well, she ain't one of those
Just call her a proper little statue
Come unfroze
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Readable chord sheet for Title Track by Okkervil River
[C] [G] [Am] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [Am] [G] [C]All of the s[G]tage names ev[Am]aporate And it's just a bl[F]ood-flushed and he[C]art-rushing r[G]ace Either to k[F]ick off too so[C]on or st[Am]ick around too late, to be fa[F]r too dear or too cut-r[G]ate Hold my h[Am]and again Like at the l[G]ake Hold that mi[Am]rror, babe Up to my f[G]ace Hear the wh[Am]ippoorwill? Am I br[F]eathing still? [C] [G] [Am] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [Am] [G] [C]A Hollywood B[G]abylon bi[Am]ke-a-thon for breakdancers [F]All broken [C]down in their [G]beds [F]Now intrav[C]enously f[G]ed [F]From a bag hanging [C]over their h[G]eads Can I put you d[Am]own for some miles? What do you s[G]ay? Cause don't you kn[Am]ow, it's going to be a long, long w[G]ay But if you've g[Am]ot the cash I'm ready to b[F]ust my ass [C] [G] [Am] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [Am] [G] So, t[C]ake this thin br[G]oken down c[Am]ircus clown reject and G[F]ive her the n[C]ame of a q[G]ueen Don't I k[F]now her from t[C]he mezzan[G]ine? She didn't l[F]ook like n[C]o princess to [G]me But with the proper w[Am]ords Best[G]owed And with her m[Am]orning shoot Her evening cl[G]othes Don't call her a pr[Am]ostitute Well, she ain't one of th[G]ose Just call her a pr[Am]oper little statue Come unfr[F]oze [C] [G] [Am] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [Am] [G]