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A Hand to Take Hold of the Scene - Okkervil River
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Tabbed by: A. Maheu
Tuning: Standard
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/ Ebm /... / 2 measures of Ebm
Intro
/Ebm / ... / ... / ...
Verse 1
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I'm a band in a show about a man holding hands with his wife
/Ebm / ... / ...
on a therapist's couch, with his face to the ground (after fucking around
/Db / ...
countless nights)
/B / ... /Db / ...
and, in this one episode, close-up cameras are showing him crying,
his red[/Abm] head and[/B] his red[/Db] eyes.
Verse 2
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I'm a band in a show about a boy being buried alive,
/Ebm / ... / ...
from his head to his toes, by a criminal (but with a sensitive soul!) with
/Db / ...
a set of raccoon eyes,
/B / ...
and there's this scene in the show when a hustler knows
/Db / ...
he's gonna die.
The ground [/Abm]opens and[/B] he climbs[/Db] inside.
Chorus
[/Gb]And as he speaks his last[/Db] line, a thought falls from his[/Abm] mind and I pick it
/B /Db / ...
up right through the TV:
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Oh oh Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
Post-Chorus
/Gb / ... /Abm / ... /Db / ... /B / ...
Verse 3
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I'm a man in a dream and there, dancing in front of my eyes,
/Ebm / ... / ...
is a queen - formed out of flaws, with her eyes all gone odd and a rod
/Db / ...
bolted into her spine.
/B / ... / ...
She rises up like a yawn. She grips my heart like a claw. She splits apart
/Db / ...
like a jaw, like an eye.
And she[/Abm] asks me[/B] with a[/Db] sigh,
Chorus
[/Gb]When we're so far from[/Db] right, when we're losing the[/Abm] fight, when we're
/B /Db / ...
letting the light weaken its beam -
/Abm / ... /B /... /Db
Oh oh Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
Post-Chorus
/Gb / ... /Abm / ... /Db / ... /B / ...
/Gb / ... /Abm / ... /
I want a smile like a glistening shard. I want a kiss that's as sharp as a
Db / ... /B / ...
knife. The day expires, and the
/Gb / ... /Abm / ... /Db / ...
dry, cracked, trembling lips God saw fit to put this kiss inside, I
lift them[/B] up to [/Gb]you.
I'd like to bear[/Abm] witness [/Db] to a
Verse 4
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light that is fine and is filling the cryingest eyes,
/Ebm / ...
grace in each face that is making the wastedest,
/ ... /Db / ...
brokenest ones fairly fly,
/B / ... /Db /...
love that is innocent of that old cynical, covetous, cancerous vibe,
and a[/Abm] beauty [/B] that a[/Db]nnihilates all
Chorus
[/Gb]life like it's lived in these[/Db] nights, holding your hatred[/Abm] tight like a sign
that you're [/B]right or you're strong.
[/Gb]When your doors are shut[/Db] tight, I will dream you[/Abm] tonight, and my dream will
just [/B]sweep you along.
[/Gb]When all fires are [/Db]fanned, when we're shucking our [/Abm]plans, when we're too
/B /Db / ...
weak to stand on our two feet
/Abm / ... /B /... /Db
Oh oh Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
/B / ... / ... / ... / ... / ... /
Ends on a B
A Hand to Take Hold of the Scene - Okkervil River
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Tabbed by: A. Maheu
Tuning: Standard
/ / 1 measure
/ Ebm /... / 2 measures of Ebm
Intro
/Ebm / ... / ... / ...
Verse 1
/Ebm / ... /Db / ...
I'm a band in a show about a man holding hands with his wife
/Ebm / ... / ...
on a therapist's couch, with his face to the ground (after fucking around
/Db / ...
countless nights)
/B / ... /Db / ...
and, in this one episode, close-up cameras are showing him crying,
his red[/Abm] head and[/B] his red[/Db] eyes.
Verse 2
/Ebm / ... /Db / ...
I'm a band in a show about a boy being buried alive,
/Ebm / ... / ...
from his head to his toes, by a criminal (but with a sensitive soul!) with
/Db / ...
a set of raccoon eyes,
/B / ...
and there's this scene in the show when a hustler knows
/Db / ...
he's gonna die.
The ground [/Abm]opens and[/B] he climbs[/Db] inside.
Chorus
[/Gb]And as he speaks his last[/Db] line, a thought falls from his[/Abm] mind and I pick it
/B /Db / ...
up right through the TV:
/Abm / ... /B /... /Db
Oh oh Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
Post-Chorus
/Gb / ... /Abm / ... /Db / ... /B / ...
Verse 3
/Ebm / ... /Db / ...
I'm a man in a dream and there, dancing in front of my eyes,
/Ebm / ... / ...
is a queen - formed out of flaws, with her eyes all gone odd and a rod
/Db / ...
bolted into her spine.
/B / ... / ...
She rises up like a yawn. She grips my heart like a claw. She splits apart
/Db / ...
like a jaw, like an eye.
And she[/Abm] asks me[/B] with a[/Db] sigh,
Chorus
[/Gb]When we're so far from[/Db] right, when we're losing the[/Abm] fight, when we're
/B /Db / ...
letting the light weaken its beam -
/Abm / ... /B /... /Db
Oh oh Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
Post-Chorus
/Gb / ... /Abm / ... /Db / ... /B / ...
/Gb / ... /Abm / ... /
I want a smile like a glistening shard. I want a kiss that's as sharp as a
Db / ... /B / ...
knife. The day expires, and the
/Gb / ... /Abm / ... /Db / ...
dry, cracked, trembling lips God saw fit to put this kiss inside, I
lift them[/B] up to [/Gb]you.
I'd like to bear[/Abm] witness [/Db] to a
Verse 4
/Ebm / ... /Db / ...
light that is fine and is filling the cryingest eyes,
/Ebm / ...
grace in each face that is making the wastedest,
/ ... /Db / ...
brokenest ones fairly fly,
/B / ... /Db /...
love that is innocent of that old cynical, covetous, cancerous vibe,
and a[/Abm] beauty [/B] that a[/Db]nnihilates all
Chorus
[/Gb]life like it's lived in these[/Db] nights, holding your hatred[/Abm] tight like a sign
that you're [/B]right or you're strong.
[/Gb]When your doors are shut[/Db] tight, I will dream you[/Abm] tonight, and my dream will
just [/B]sweep you along.
[/Gb]When all fires are [/Db]fanned, when we're shucking our [/Abm]plans, when we're too
/B /Db / ...
weak to stand on our two feet
/Abm / ... /B /... /Db
Oh oh Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
/B / ... / ... / ... / ... / ... /
Ends on a B
