She Aint Speakin Now

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she ain’t speakin’ now – of montreal
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created by : dcolspector

many of the chords are barred , so play around with different inversions and shapes .

[ ch ] C#maj7/F [ /Ch ] – 143111
Fmaj7 – 587555

Am Am/G A# A7 Dm

[ ch ] C#maj7/F [ /Ch ]
like some sepulchral tableaux ,
F
i sit frozen holding your hand .
[ ch ] C#maj7/F [ /Ch ]
though i’m trying to think only ,
C
positive thoughts i understand .

A#
that this tomorrow ,
Fmaj7
may not be the tomorrow that ,
A# Fmaj7
your eviscerating suffering will end , oh .
A# C
will you ever be yourself again?

single notes : [ F G F A D F G ]

Gmaj

F
girl with the flu , i hear the death rune ,
Gm F
she ain’t doin’ well .
A Dm F Gm
her eyes they seem cast and fatherless .
G C
her psyche’s cracked or , anyhow ,
Am A# A
she ain’t speakin’ now .

Dm Dsus2 Dm

nightfall , like some leaden sea ,
dilates as i hold vigil by your bed .
watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head .

i can’t repel the snaking veil of morbidity ,
that’s disfiguring the seraph of your face .
oh , the organism’s been debased .

girl with the flu , i hear the death rune ,
she ain’t doin’ well ,
her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
her psyche’s shattered or , anyhow ,
she ain’t speakin’ now .

A
you scream that the books ,
are falling off the shelf onto you ,
F G
but i can’t see them .
E
your hallucination ravings ,
i’m writing them all down so ,
A#
you can read them ,
C
when your mind no longer aches ,
and your febrility breaks .

girl with the flu , i hear the death rune ,
she ain’t doin’ well .
her eyes they seem cast and fatherless ,
her psyche’s cracked or , anyhow ,
she ain’t speakin’ now .

girl with the flu , i hear the death rune ,
she ain’t doin’ well .
her eyes they seem cast and fatherless ,
her psyche’s shattered or , anyhow ,
she ain’t speakin’ now .