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Caring is Creepy

The Shins


           Bm     A              G          Em

I think I'll go home and mull this over

               D        A              G (2)

before I cram it down my throat

        Bm        A             G       Em

at long last it's crashed, the colossal mass

           D       A          G (2)

has broken up into bits in my moat.

 

Em            D        Em      D

    Lift the mattress off the floor

Em                D                     A                 G

     walk the cramps off go meander in the cold

Em                    D          Em              D

      Hail to your dark skin, hiding the fact you're dead again

Em           D                      A                   G (2) 

      underneath the power lines seeking shade

          G (4)

Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason

 

         Bm           A      G             Em

It's a luscious mix of words and tricks

                D                      A                  G (2)

that let us bet when you know we should fold

     Bm       A             G                Em

on rocks I dreamt of where we'd stepped

                   D                   A                    G (2)

and of the whole mess of roads we're now on.

 

Em                 D      Em         D

     hold your glass up, hold it in

Em             D                             A                     G

     never betray the way you've always known it is.

Em             D                       Em              D

     one day I'll be wondering how I got so old just wondering how

Em                   D                A                    G (2)

     I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.

 

           G (4)

this is way beyond my remote concern  of being condescending

 

Bm  A     G    F#m  Em   F#m   G (2)

all these squawking birds won't quit.

Bm  A    G  F#m      Em  F#m  G (4)  D (4)

building no-thing, lay-ing bricks.

 

Instrumental:

 

/ Bm - - - / A - - - / G - - - / Em - - - /   \ x2

/ D - - - / A - - - / G - - - / - - - - /         /

 

Em                  D     Em         D

     hold your glass up, hold it in

Em               D                           A                     G

     never betray the way you've always known it is.

Em             D                       Em              D

     one day i'll be wondering how I got so old just wondering how

Em                   D                A                    G (2)

     I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.

 

           G (4)

this is way beyond my remote concern  of being condescending

 

Bm  A     G    F#m  Em   F#m   G (2)

all these squawking birds won't quit.

Bm  A    G  F#m      Em  F#m  G (hold)

building no-thing, lay-ing bricks.


This file is the author's own work and represents his interpretation of this song. It's intended solely for private study, scholarship or research.