Hey guys,
Here's a song off Wil Wagner's new EP Laika, called "How They Made Us". This is
just a rough idea, but seems to sound pretty good both with the song and on it's own.
I don't know the names of any chords in Open C, but use below for reference
Also high F is hammered on here and there, listen for timing.
Tuning: Open C (CGCGCe), Capo 9
e|--0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0------0----------------------|
C|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------|
G|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------|
C|--0---------2---------4---------2------0----------------------|
G|--------------------------------4------2----------------------|
C|--------------------------------------------------------------|
[C] [D] [E] [B] [A]
Intro
[C] [D] [E] [D] [C] [B]
Verse 1
[E]It's a midwinter Friday and there's not a car on this [D]highway
That wouldn't hit me just to get [C]home.
I'm riding punch lines and dregs from the pouch that we [B]split
somewhere back on Punt Road.
[E]And the big neon signs they all inter[D]twine
With the passing cars' headlights burning my e[C]yes.
In this city of excuses, dead palm trees and [B]useless transport,
I use my l[A]egs to get to you on [B]time.
Chorus
But [A]silence speaks louder than [B]words that we don't underst[C]and,
And I know the [E]language is [D]made out of[A]
One upman[B]ship and slight of hand.[C]
But it's a[A]ll we[B]'ve g[C]ot to explain how they made us,[A]
[E]Unable to [D]explain how they [A]made us.
[E]Unable to [D]explain how they[E][D][C][B]
Verse 2
[E]And I'm naked except for donations, rank [D]revelations,
My own bad behavior, pissing off the[C] neighbours.
Lying to colleagues about how interesting I [B]am,
Just so part of me is nothing like th[E]em and
The clubs up on Swan Street pulse to the [D]backbeat of violence and sadness
and god awful [C]sweat heat.
They tarnish reputations and they smash up train [B]stations,
So angry they forgot what they were angry about.
[A]This city is a punching bag for the [B]punished to let something out.
[A]But how can you stay [B]mad when the red sun [E]spits straight [D]through the [C]clouds
like [B]this?
And the [A]cold bites my skin.
And [B]you bit my upper lip.
Chorus 2
But [A]silence speaks louder than [B]words that we don't underst[C]and,
And I know the [E]language is [D]made out of[A]
One upman[B]ship and slight of hand.[C]
But it's a[A]ll we[B]'ve g[C]ot to explain how they made us,[A]
Un[E]able to ex[D]plain how they ma[A]de us.
Un[E]able to ex[D]plain how they[C]
Disclaimer: There is a very good chance this tab is not 100% correct and I am okay
with that. Leave your respectful corrections or tips in the comments box and the tab will
be corrected
If you're a fan of Wil's and The Smith Street Band I've got a couple SSB tabs up
on UG. (Self Control and Belly of your Bedroom)
Cheers!
By: Christian Suderman
Username: Sudey
Here's a song off Wil Wagner's new EP Laika, called "How They Made Us". This is
just a rough idea, but seems to sound pretty good both with the song and on it's own.
I don't know the names of any chords in Open C, but use below for reference
Also high F is hammered on here and there, listen for timing.
Tuning: Open C (CGCGCe), Capo 9
e|--0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0------0----------------------|
C|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------|
G|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------|
C|--0---------2---------4---------2------0----------------------|
G|--------------------------------4------2----------------------|
C|--------------------------------------------------------------|
[C] [D] [E] [B] [A]
Intro
[C] [D] [E] [D] [C] [B]
Verse 1
[E]It's a midwinter Friday and there's not a car on this [D]highway
That wouldn't hit me just to get [C]home.
I'm riding punch lines and dregs from the pouch that we [B]split
somewhere back on Punt Road.
[E]And the big neon signs they all inter[D]twine
With the passing cars' headlights burning my e[C]yes.
In this city of excuses, dead palm trees and [B]useless transport,
I use my l[A]egs to get to you on [B]time.
Chorus
But [A]silence speaks louder than [B]words that we don't underst[C]and,
And I know the [E]language is [D]made out of[A]
One upman[B]ship and slight of hand.[C]
But it's a[A]ll we[B]'ve g[C]ot to explain how they made us,[A]
[E]Unable to [D]explain how they [A]made us.
[E]Unable to [D]explain how they[E][D][C][B]
Verse 2
[E]And I'm naked except for donations, rank [D]revelations,
My own bad behavior, pissing off the[C] neighbours.
Lying to colleagues about how interesting I [B]am,
Just so part of me is nothing like th[E]em and
The clubs up on Swan Street pulse to the [D]backbeat of violence and sadness
and god awful [C]sweat heat.
They tarnish reputations and they smash up train [B]stations,
So angry they forgot what they were angry about.
[A]This city is a punching bag for the [B]punished to let something out.
[A]But how can you stay [B]mad when the red sun [E]spits straight [D]through the [C]clouds
like [B]this?
And the [A]cold bites my skin.
And [B]you bit my upper lip.
Chorus 2
But [A]silence speaks louder than [B]words that we don't underst[C]and,
And I know the [E]language is [D]made out of[A]
One upman[B]ship and slight of hand.[C]
But it's a[A]ll we[B]'ve g[C]ot to explain how they made us,[A]
Un[E]able to ex[D]plain how they ma[A]de us.
Un[E]able to ex[D]plain how they[C]
Disclaimer: There is a very good chance this tab is not 100% correct and I am okay
with that. Leave your respectful corrections or tips in the comments box and the tab will
be corrected
If you're a fan of Wil's and The Smith Street Band I've got a couple SSB tabs up
on UG. (Self Control and Belly of your Bedroom)
Cheers!
By: Christian Suderman
Username: Sudey
