Alright, so - I know this isn t a CO&MVB song, but there s no solo Conor band here
to put this in.
This is my first tab. I did my best to work out the chords from the main youtube
video that s going around of Conor playing this and You Are Your Mom s, which is
here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfW5cYIIqHc.
For the lyrics I did my best to work out what they were from a bootleg with better audio.
NOTE: There are a number of places where the lyrics are most likely wrong (but I
did pretty well with the U.S city names seeing as I m from Australia) so I m sorry.
Please comment and lemme know how I did :) email issues or suggestions to
[email protected]
KICK - Conor Oberst
Standard Tuning - CAPO on 2nd Fret (all chords relative to capo)
One chord I don t know (Marked as F*: e| 0
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Kick, you know you re still a kid
And your diets too full of additives.
Passed out on the couch with ashes in your mouth
Dreaming that you re hopping the fence.
This world must have it out for you
From the shores of Montauk up to Malibu.
The trappings of a name that you never could escape,
These people want to live in the past.
Some golden age that they never had.
I thought we lost that Camelot
I thought we lost that Camelot
Some children story we forgot,
*
Grew old so long ago.
Kick its hard to make a friend
In a world that s this cruel and partisan.
But you should go in style to Stockholm for a while,
Live outside oblivions lense.
Someday you ll have a fine divorce,
and a cemetery plot in Hyannisport.
Next time you close your eyes on that helicopter ride,
I hope you see it isn t your fault.
I hope you know it isn t your fault.
I thought we shot that Camelot
I thought they shot that Camelot
Whoever shot this movie stop
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B wrote; said the show must go. - This line is probably the most wrong
FILL: A A?(finger on B-string up to the 3rd fret)
Lying in the office on an old chaise-lounge
Listening to the doctor drone.
No therapeutic feeling once the shock wears s off,
Answer every question no .
Hiding in the hammock with the shades pulled down
Wondering if the story s broke.
Tragedy is profit once the word gets out,
Tabloids at the country store.
Searching on the tables once the bar s closed down,
said somebody stole your phone.
Now there s no-one to talk to but these trust-fund drunks,
You should have brought a chaperone.
Well Kick, I d love to help you but I just don t count,
Friendship makes you paranoid.
I don t believe in curses, but I just might now.
I never really had a choice.
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Just like all your broken toys.
REPEAT FILL
Well Kick, you know this life is rich.
But pleasure s not the same as happiness.
But if you don t collide with the traffic in your mind,
I think you ll find your way out of this.
I hope you find your way out of this.
REPEAT FILL
END ON A