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    New Slang

    The Shins


    Each chord gets two beats unless otherwise noted

     

    Strum: B   D U B   D U

           1 + 2 + 3 + 4 +

     

    Intro: / Am - - - / - - - - /

             / Am - C - / F – C - / G – C - / Am – G - / (x4)

             / C - - - / - - walkdown - /

     

    Am (x2)              C                  F (x2)

    Gold teeth and a curse for this town

             C                G (x2)

    were all in my mouth.

            C                       F (x2)
    Only, I don't know how

                 Am    G

    they got out, dear.

      Am (x2)        C          F (x2)

    Turn me back into the pet that

        C                   G (x2)

    I was when we met.

               C          F                 Am   G (x4)
    I was happier then with no mind-set.

    Chorus:

                        G (x2)  C (x2)             
    And if you'd took to me like a
    F      C                 G (x2)

    Gull takes to the wind.
                      G (x2)          C (x2)         

    Well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree

           F       C                    F              C
    And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores

                 F              C                   G (x4)
    And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

     

    Am (x2)                   C                 F (x2)
    New slang when you notice the stripes,

            C                G (x2)

    the dirt in your fries.

                  C                       F (x2)
    Hope it's right when you die,

                  Am    G

    old and bony.

     

    Am (x2)                C                         F (x2)
    Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,

         C                      G (x2)
    Never should have called

                C                   F                 Am   G (x4)
    But my head's to the wall and I'm lonely.

    Chorus

     

    Solo


    Am (x2)               C             F (x2)
    God speed all the bakers at dawn

                  C                G (x2)

    may they all cut their thumbs,

                    C             F                    Am   G (x4)
    And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.

    Chorus 2:

                      G (x2)     C (x2)             
    I'm looking in on the good life I might

    F                   C            G (x2)

    be doomed never to find.

                     G (x2)             C (x2)             
    Without a trust or flaming fields am I

    F      C            G (x2)

    too dumb to refine?

                        G (x2)  C (x2)             
    And if you'd took to me like
             F       C                    F                C

    Well I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores

                  F              C                   G (x4)
    And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

     

    Solo

     

    / Am - C - / F – C - / G – C - / Am – G - / (x2)

    / C (hold) /


    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.