WEAKERTHANS Sounds Farmiliar guitar tab

Sounds Farmiliar by Weakerthans

WEAKERTHANS - Sounds Farmiliar guitar tab 

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                   SOUNDS FAMILIAR - The Weakerthans
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Tabbed By - Mark Brenndorfer [email protected]


The easiest way to do this is to write out the lyrics with the chords
over top, so guess what, that's exactly what i'm going to do.

The chords are: (numbering is easier than naming, know what i'm sayin?)

   1  2  3  4   5
E-----------------------------------------------------------------
B--7--------------------------------------------------------------
G-----6--7--4---7-------------------------------------------------
D--7--------------------------------------------------------------
A-----7--9--5---5-------------------------------------------------
E-----------------------------------------------------------------

1        2                 3                   4   1         2     3
 We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding skin faster

       4                1                    2                       3
than skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words

             4             1          2       3        1      
to meet and to defined and to... but you must know the same games that 

    2                 3             4                 1       
we played in dirt, in dusty school yards has found a higher pitch and

 2       3         1         2               3               4
broader scale than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last

     1                  2         3         1                     2
and one must bruise and one must fail. And that still twitching bird

         3            4              1       2           3            4
was so deceived by a window, so we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw

     1         2         3             4         1         2
its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole, and rushed out

    3              4               1          2           3
to kill something new, so we could bury that too. The first chapters of

 4            1           2        3      1              2
lives almost made us give up altogether. Pushed towards tired forms of 

 3       4             1          2        3              4 
self immolation that seemed so original. I must, we must never stop 

  1          2             3            4             1          2
watching the sky with our hands in our pockets, stop peering in windows

          3              4          1             2         3
when we know doors are shut. Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes

       4         1              2              3           4   1
and sorrows, and my voise will scratch to yell many more, but before i 

           2               3         4    1                    2
spill the things i mean to hide away, or gouge my eyes with platitudes

       3            1                    2              3     4
of sentiment, I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty: crouch

  1                 2                 3      4      5 
down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement.




( i want to marry john...)