Okkervil River The War Criminal Rises And Speaks chords
The main progression is: C, G(bar), Am, F, Dm, G, Dm, F, G The last two chords don't hold out for the full four-count. There are two instances where this progression gets cut in half. The first is when the song starts to climax and the last is at the end. When this happens, play: C, G, Am, F, G Once again you play the last two chords quicker than the others. The part where it gets quiet again (but the news today always fades...) you are going to have to listen closely to b/c it changes a lot. I believe that I have it figured out pretty well, just work in some hammer-ons and whatnot. It sounds like they are playing with a capo on though, so maybe this whole thing should be transcribed with it on the fith fret...CThe heart wants to feel.GThe heart wants to hold.AmThe heart takes past Subway,past Stop and Shop,past Beal's,Fand calls it "coming home."DmThe heart wants a trailGaway from "alone,"Dmso the heart turns a saleF G into a well-worn milestonetowards hard-won soft furniture, fought-for fast food, defended end table that holds paperbacks and back U.S. News. The mind turns an itch into a bruise, and the hands start to twitch when they're feeling ill-used. And you're almost back now, you can see by the signs; from the bank you tell the temperature and then the time, and the billboard reads some headlines. The head wants to turn, to avert both its eyes, but the mind wants to learn of some truth that might be inside reported crimes. So they found a lieutenant who killed a village of kids. After finishing off the wives, he wiped off his knife and that's what he did. And they're not claiming that there's any excusing it; that was thirty years back, and they just get paid for the facts the way they got them in.CNow he's rising and not denying.GHis hands are shaking, but he's not crying.AmAnd he's saying 'How did I climbFout of a life so boring into that moment?G CPlease stop ignoring the heart inside,Goh you readers at home!AmWhile you gasp at my bloody crimes,please take the timeFto make your heart my home:Dmwhere I'm forgiven by time,Gwhere I'm cushioned by hope,Dmwhere I'm numbed by long drives,F Gwhere I'm talked off or doped.CDoes the heart wants to atone?Oh, I believe that it's so, because if I could climb back through time, I'd restore their lives and then give back my own: tens of times now its size on a far distant road in a far distant time where every night I'm still crying, entirely alone.'Am G AmBut the news today always fades away as you drive by,F C Guntil at dinnertime when you look into her eyes,F G lit by evening sun - that, as usual, comesC C-B Am from above that straight, unbroken line,Gthe horizonAm G- its risingC C-B Amis a given,Gjust like your living.Your heart's warm and kind. Your mind is your own. Our blood-spattered criminal is inscrutable; don't worry, he won't rise up behind your eyes and take wild control. He's not of this time, he fell out of a hole.