A Stone (Cifras)

A Stone by Okkervil River

Tabbed by Alex Kandabarow alex[dot]kandabarow[at]gmail[dot]com

Okkervil River: http://www.jound.com/okkervil/main.html

Standard Tuning



Capo on 1st fret





Note: These are just chords representative of what is going on in the song, 

this is not exact tablature. 

   A

Hot breath, rough skin

            D

warm laughs, and smiling,

            F#m 

the lovliest words

             E

whispered and meant

       D

you like all these things.





                    E

But though you like all these things

           A

you love a stone.

           D

You love a stone,

           E             Bm

because it's smooth and it's cold.

               F#m

And you'd love most

       E

to be told

                 D

that it's all your own.



              A

You love white veins,

              E

you love hard grey,

             Bm

the heaviest weight,

			  D

the clumsiest shape,

			  F#m

the earthiest smell,

			  E

the hollowest tone

		  D	

you love a stone.



Bridge: A E Bm D



                  A

And I'm found too fast,

called too fond of flames,

                        D

and then I'm phoning my friends,

and then I'm shouldering the blame,

                     F#m

while you're picking pebbles

           E

out of the drain,

      D

miles ago.

                   A

You're out singing songs,

and I'm down shouting names

                   D

at the flickerless screen,

going ing insane.

			   F#m

Am I losing my cool,

               E

overstating my case?

                D

Well, baby what can I say?



           E

You know I never claimed

             A

that I was a stone.

               D

And you love a stone.

               F#m

You love white veins,

              E

you love hard grey,

             Bm

the heaviest weight,

              D

the clumsiest shape,

              F#m

the earthiest smell,

              E

the hollowest tone

         D

you love a stone.



Bridge: A E Bm D (x2) A



           D

You love a stone,

             E    

because it's dark 

         Bm

and it's old

                F#m

and if it could start

      E

being alive

                 D

you'd stop living alone.



(quieter)

                  A

And I think I believe

                     E

that if stones could dream

                      Bm

they'd dream of being laid

                      D

side-by-side piece-by-piece

                  F#m

and turned into a castle

                  E

for some towering queen

                  D

they're unable to know.



                      A

And when that queen's daughter 

        E

came of age,

                 Bm

I think she'd be lovely

                 D

and stubborn and brave,

                  F#m

and suitors would journey

             E

from kingdoms away

                    D

just to make themselves known.

          

                   A

And I think that I know

               E

the bitter dismay

                Bm

of a lover who brought

                       D

fresh brouquets every day

                    F#m

when she turned him away

                 E

to remember some knave

					D                       A

who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago.



End:



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