studying stones by ani difranco
standard tuning
capo 1
chord 3 ( ch3 ) Bm
E | – – 2 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 2 – – – – – – – – – – |
B | – – 0 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 0 – – – – – – – – – – |
G | – – 0 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 4 – – – – – – – – – – |
D | – – 0 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 0 – – – – – – – – – – |
A | – – 2 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 2 – – – – – – – – – – |
E | – – 2 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 2 – – – – – – – – – – |
Bm
i Am out here studying stones
A
trying to learn to be less alive
G
using all of my will
A
to keep very still
Bm ch3
still even on the inside
Bm
i’ve cut all of the pertinent wires
A
so my eyes can’t make that connection
G
i Am holding my breath
A
i Am feigning my death
Bm ch3
when i’m looking in your direction
D
’course numb is an old hat
C
old as my oldest memories
G
see that one’s my mother
A
and that one’s my father
Bm ch3
and that one in the hat , that’s me
D
it’s a skill i’d hoped to abandon
A
when i got out on the open road
C
but any more pent up emotion
A ch3
and i think i’m gonna explode
Bm ch3
there’s never been an endeavor so strange
A
as trying to slow the blood in my veins
G
to keep my face blank
A
as a stone that just sank
Bm ch3
until not a ripple remains
Bm ch3
i Am high above the tree line
A
sitting cross legged on the ground
G
when all of the forbidden fruit
A
has fallen and rotted
Bm ch3
that’s when i’m gonna come down
D
’course numb is an old hat
C
old as my oldest memories
G
see that one’s my mother
A
and that one’s my father
Bm ch3
and that one in the hat , that’s me
D
it’s a skill i’d hoped to abandon
A
when i got out on the open road
C
but any more pent up emotion
A ch3
and i think i’m gonna explode
studying stones by ani difranco
standard tuning
capo 1
chord 3 ( ch3 ) Bm
E | – – 2 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 2 – – – – – – – – – – |
B | – – 0 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 0 – – – – – – – – – – |
G | – – 0 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 4 – – – – – – – – – – |
D | – – 0 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 0 – – – – – – – – – – |
A | – – 2 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 2 – – – – – – – – – – |
E | – – 2 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 2 – – – – – – – – – – |
Bm
i Am out here studying stones
A
trying to learn to be less alive
G
using all of my will
A
to keep very still
Bm ch3
still even on the inside
Bm
i’ve cut all of the pertinent wires
A
so my eyes can’t make that connection
G
i Am holding my breath
A
i Am feigning my death
Bm ch3
when i’m looking in your direction
D
’course numb is an old hat
C
old as my oldest memories
G
see that one’s my mother
A
and that one’s my father
Bm ch3
and that one in the hat , that’s me
D
it’s a skill i’d hoped to abandon
A
when i got out on the open road
C
but any more pent up emotion
A ch3
and i think i’m gonna explode
Bm ch3
there’s never been an endeavor so strange
A
as trying to slow the blood in my veins
G
to keep my face blank
A
as a stone that just sank
Bm ch3
until not a ripple remains
Bm ch3
i Am high above the tree line
A
sitting cross legged on the ground
G
when all of the forbidden fruit
A
has fallen and rotted
Bm ch3
that’s when i’m gonna come down
D
’course numb is an old hat
C
old as my oldest memories
G
see that one’s my mother
A
and that one’s my father
Bm ch3
and that one in the hat , that’s me
D
it’s a skill i’d hoped to abandon
A
when i got out on the open road
C
but any more pent up emotion
A ch3
and i think i’m gonna explode
