Widows

  C#m
G#m         A
It's almost Mother's Day
E                G#       
Me and the other widows will 
   F#m
commiserate
C#m                      A E
Alone at Montessori again
G#m            F#m
Straddling two worlds
     C#m   G#m     
Between the crush of 
        A
single parenting
        E
And the need for wailing in the 
woods
F#m
Around a slash pile burning
C#           G#     F#m
Into the night with tear crusted 
eyes
E  F#m


[Verse 2: Phil Elverum]
C#m                         A
I know I'm overcompensating
        E  G#         F#m7
In this PTSD disorientation
        C#m7              G#m     
From my brief time in the rich 
           A
part of the city
        E                G#m
Now my hands stink like salmon skin
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F#m
Left out in the rain in the ash
       C#5                   G#5
Of the fire from last night
           F#m5
I haven't bathed in a while
               E
And no one's near me


[Verse 3: Phil Elverum & Julie 
Doiron]
    G#m        F#m
(If there's significance in where 
you live
C#m          G#m          F#m
Let it all go and follow love and 
intuition)
           E                G#m   
Today the tabloids told the world 
         F#m
you separated me

(And see what's there)
   C#m          G#m              
My phone began dinging more than 
A
usual

(In the open sky)
                     E             
It was just like the day they found
    G#m               F#m
 out that we'd gotten married

(Because we're all gonna die)
  C#m         B
Unwanted attention
         A                 E      
From an inhumane delirious absurd 
             G#                  
other world that keeps trying to eat
F#m
 you

 A
[Verse 4: Phil Elverum & Julie 
Doiron]
             C#m      G#m7  
I woke up quivering, raw, and 
       A
heartbroken again
         E               G#m
Took my daughter to the garbage dump
    F#m
And rifled through the free pile
          C#m             G#m
And stood next to the pit
    A                         E   
The crows and ravens circling 
      G#m
spoke to us
             F#m            C#m  G#m
And we spoke back to them
     A
But nothing is real
              E       G#m   F#m
Except this one thing


[Outro: Phil Elverum]
C#m           B        A        
Please remember at the bookstore
                      C#m          
 in the poetry corner upstairs
 B

                A
I slept with my head on your lap