Wavelengths
Cymbals Eat Guitars
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- Cmaj7/G
- Dadd4
- Dadd4/F#
- Eb3
- Em
- Emmaj7
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Em: 0-2-2-0-0-(0)-(0) Dadd4/F#: 2-0-0-0-x-xG: 3-2-0-0-(0)-(0)Cmaj7/G: 3-3-2-0-0-(0) Emmaj7: 0-2-1-0-x-x Dadd4: x-5-4-0-3-x Eb: x-6-5-0-4-xEm Dadd4/F# G Cmaj7/G This contusion - colored eveningEm - G – Em – GEm Dadd4/F# G Cmaj7/G maybe you paint the silhouetteEm G of the gaunt tree line singed inEm Emmaj7 ninety sevenCmaj7/G Emmaj7 when wildfires threatened myG developmentDadd4 and the swallowed towns the KlanC had foundedDadd4 the shaded sand dens were partyC cavernsDadd4 for them who'd come hallucinateC while we sleptDadd4 scaring our rabbits to death inC their hutchesContinues after the adDadd4 Eb Em I can't remember how I used toEmmaj7 liveCmaj7/G G but they've all cased their jumpsEm Emmaj7 Cmaj7/G G fatally I willed it to beEm Emmaj7 Cmaj7/G in the hours of blanknessG preceding sleepDadd4/F# Emmaj7 oh the years we waste fakingCmaj7/G - G remorseCmaj7/G remorse [Guitar Solo]E|-------------------------2h3p2-- B|----------5--3--5--3------------ G|-------4------------------------ D|----5--------------------------- A|-------------------------------- E|-------------------------------- E|--------------------------------- B|3-------------------------------- G|-----2br--2--0----------5/7------ D|-----------------5-4-5-------5-4- A|--------------------------------- E|--------------------------------- E|-------------------------| B|-------------------------| G|----5/7------------------| D|5--------5-5-------------| A|-------------------------| E|-------------------------|Em Dadd4/F# G Cmaj7/G every decision I have ever madeEm - G – Em – GEm Dadd4/F# G bred the branching future's muteCmaj7/G howlersEm G with burst-vessel red eyesEm Emmaj7 roaring inaudiblyCmaj7/G Emmaj7 on the freezing morning walk toG the dim corner groceryDadd4 C what hangs over big empty countryDadd4 reborn in negatives of photos ofC duskDadd4 regret so huge it's on a phantomC axisDadd4 receding beaches hissing hearingC damageDadd4 and the miles-long column of coldC moonlight cast acrossDadd4 still seas when my nose begins toEb Em Emmaj7 bleedCmaj7/G G some submitted to having theirEm Emmaj7 lights put outCmaj7/G G by basement thrill killersEm Emmaj7 in the neighborhood I heard beingCmaj7/G G murdered is no experienceDadd4/F# Emmaj7 Cmaj7/G G ten or eleven wounds inCmaj7/G G in it's not about Satan orCmaj7/G anything you just dieCmaj7/G it's weird