Found part of the tab somewhere online and thought I'd upload my adaption )
Amazing album, and ace song.
Song: Wake
Artist: The Antlers
Album: Hospice
Year: 2009
Tuning: Standard
[Bm] [A] [D5] [F#] [G] [A] [G] [F#] [A]
E--2--------0---------0----2----3------0------3----2-----0--|
B--3--------3---------3----2----0------3------0----2-----3--|
G--4--------3---------2----3----0------3------0----3-----3--|
D--4--------3---------0----4----0------3------0----4-----3--|
A--2--------0---------0----4----2------0------2----4-----0--|
E--2-----------------------2----3-------------3----2-----0--|
With the[(Bm)] door closed, shades drawn, th[(A)]e world shrinks.
Let's ope[(D5)]n up [(F#)]those [(G)]blinds. But[(A)] someone has to sweep the floor,
pick[(G)] up her dirty [(F#)]clothes. That [(A)]job's not mine.
Now that[(Bm)] everyone's an enemy, my[(A)] heart sinks.
Let's put[(D5)] away [(F#)]those[(G)] claws.
I don't bl[(A)]ame them for their curtains-calls becaus[(G)]e I pulled the [(F#)]rope.
I wanna [(A)]call them back out for applause.
Spring and[(Bm)] Thompson on the first of May is[(A)] horrible.
We hid in[(D5)(F#)(G)] catacombs. So now I'm[(A)] sleeping next to mousetraps,
in a [(G)]bed of all our [(F#)]clothes, while I [(A)]hope that she won't come home.
It was [(Bm)]easier to lock the doors and [(A)]kill the phones than to [(D5)(F#)(G)]show my skin,
because the[(A)] hardest thing is never to [(G)]repent for someon[(F#)]e else,
it's [(A)]letting people [(Bm)]in.[(D)][(Bm)][(D)][(Bm)][(D)][(A)]
[(Bm)] [(D)] [(Bm)] [(D)] [(Bm)] [(D)] [(A)]
Well you can [(Bm)]come inside, unlock the door, take[(A)] off your shoes.
But this might [(D5)]take [(F#)]all n[(G)]ight,
to [(A)]explain to you I would have walked [(G)]out those sliding[(F#)] doors,
but the[(A)] timing never seemed right.
When your[(Bm)] helicopter came and tried to [(A)]lift me out,
I put its [(D5)]rope [(F#)]around my[(G)] neck.
And after[(A)] that you didn't bother with the [(G)]airlift or the [(F#)]rescue
- you [(A)]knew just what to expect.
That with the [(Bm)]door closed,
shades drawn, we'r[(A)]e dead enough.
They don't [(D5)]open [(F#)]from o[(G)]utside.
And [(A)]someone has to speak with their [(G)]teeth behind their[(F#)] tongue,
to never [(A)]let that right be denied.
We can't re[(Bm)]ly on photographs and visi[(A)]tation time,
but I just [(D5)]don't know [(F#)]where to [(G)]begin.
I wanna [(A)]bust down the door,
if you're [(G)]willing to fo[(F#)]rgive.
I've go the [(A)]keys, I'm letting people[(Bm)] in.[(D)][(Bm)][(D)][(Bm)][(D)][(A)]
[(Bm)] [(D)] [(Bm)] [(D)] [(Bm)] [(D)] [(A)]
D[(G)]on't be scared to s[(D)]peak,
don't s[(A)]peak with someone's tooth,
d[(G)]on't bargain when you'[(D)]re weak,
don't[(A)] take that sharp abuse.
Some[(G)] patients can't be[(D)] saved, but that [(A)]burden's not on you.
Don't[(G)] ever let [(D)]anyone [(A)]tell you you deserve that. x9
Not too sure about the Don't be scared to speak part, so if anyone works it out,
please email me at dr.tchock@hotmail.co.uk
Thanks, Sam
Amazing album, and ace song.
Song: Wake
Artist: The Antlers
Album: Hospice
Year: 2009
Tuning: Standard
[Bm] [A] [D5] [F#] [G] [A] [G] [F#] [A]
E--2--------0---------0----2----3------0------3----2-----0--|
B--3--------3---------3----2----0------3------0----2-----3--|
G--4--------3---------2----3----0------3------0----3-----3--|
D--4--------3---------0----4----0------3------0----4-----3--|
A--2--------0---------0----4----2------0------2----4-----0--|
E--2-----------------------2----3-------------3----2-----0--|
With the[(Bm)] door closed, shades drawn, th[(A)]e world shrinks.
Let's ope[(D5)]n up [(F#)]those [(G)]blinds. But[(A)] someone has to sweep the floor,
pick[(G)] up her dirty [(F#)]clothes. That [(A)]job's not mine.
Now that[(Bm)] everyone's an enemy, my[(A)] heart sinks.
Let's put[(D5)] away [(F#)]those[(G)] claws.
I don't bl[(A)]ame them for their curtains-calls becaus[(G)]e I pulled the [(F#)]rope.
I wanna [(A)]call them back out for applause.
Spring and[(Bm)] Thompson on the first of May is[(A)] horrible.
We hid in[(D5)(F#)(G)] catacombs. So now I'm[(A)] sleeping next to mousetraps,
in a [(G)]bed of all our [(F#)]clothes, while I [(A)]hope that she won't come home.
It was [(Bm)]easier to lock the doors and [(A)]kill the phones than to [(D5)(F#)(G)]show my skin,
because the[(A)] hardest thing is never to [(G)]repent for someon[(F#)]e else,
it's [(A)]letting people [(Bm)]in.[(D)][(Bm)][(D)][(Bm)][(D)][(A)]
[(Bm)] [(D)] [(Bm)] [(D)] [(Bm)] [(D)] [(A)]
Well you can [(Bm)]come inside, unlock the door, take[(A)] off your shoes.
But this might [(D5)]take [(F#)]all n[(G)]ight,
to [(A)]explain to you I would have walked [(G)]out those sliding[(F#)] doors,
but the[(A)] timing never seemed right.
When your[(Bm)] helicopter came and tried to [(A)]lift me out,
I put its [(D5)]rope [(F#)]around my[(G)] neck.
And after[(A)] that you didn't bother with the [(G)]airlift or the [(F#)]rescue
- you [(A)]knew just what to expect.
That with the [(Bm)]door closed,
shades drawn, we'r[(A)]e dead enough.
They don't [(D5)]open [(F#)]from o[(G)]utside.
And [(A)]someone has to speak with their [(G)]teeth behind their[(F#)] tongue,
to never [(A)]let that right be denied.
We can't re[(Bm)]ly on photographs and visi[(A)]tation time,
but I just [(D5)]don't know [(F#)]where to [(G)]begin.
I wanna [(A)]bust down the door,
if you're [(G)]willing to fo[(F#)]rgive.
I've go the [(A)]keys, I'm letting people[(Bm)] in.[(D)][(Bm)][(D)][(Bm)][(D)][(A)]
[(Bm)] [(D)] [(Bm)] [(D)] [(Bm)] [(D)] [(A)]
D[(G)]on't be scared to s[(D)]peak,
don't s[(A)]peak with someone's tooth,
d[(G)]on't bargain when you'[(D)]re weak,
don't[(A)] take that sharp abuse.
Some[(G)] patients can't be[(D)] saved, but that [(A)]burden's not on you.
Don't[(G)] ever let [(D)]anyone [(A)]tell you you deserve that. x9
Not too sure about the Don't be scared to speak part, so if anyone works it out,
please email me at dr.tchock@hotmail.co.uk
Thanks, Sam
