Bassem Sabry

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                       Of Montreal - Bassem Sabry
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                        Tabbed by: 
gutturalguitar
                        Tuning: 
standard

                        Bassem Sabry
 (2015)
                        (Kevin 
Barnes)

                        From: "Aureate Gloom"
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Apologies for the thoroughly 
butchered lyrics, I made this 
directly after the
single was released and was just 
going off of what I could hear.
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| F5 |

A#m

look at our electric guitars

                   C#

and if not for the good people 
weeping

D                F

all we'd hear is sounds of our 
horses dying

                     G#

but I'm not about to start crying 
about it

A#m

it must be fairly normal

                C#

to devolve into cycloptic brooding

       D         F

as the genocidal massacres you 
rubbed over some perceived sedition

G#

insecurities of men messing 
everything up again

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Am    C             G            

  G7

oh, a show wrote in sparrow in the 
gales, only

F                            Am  

          E

I'll never follow no kind of 
master's voice

    Gm                             

                   A#     Gm

the mutinous tramp of cold voltage 
crucifiction is my conduit

F

I just watched my hero fail

             Am                   E

now I'm in a dark and violent funk

      Gm

every leader is a cellophane punk

                    A#

if you hear me say "yeah"

            Gm

yeah, yeah, yeah

A#m

there must be a softer vision that 
you can kick to

        C#                     D

in this aureate gloom, I assume

F

both sides are embarrassingly 
backwards in their thinking

        G#

bearing no underside with none I 
want to defend

A#m                 C#       D

so, the mute-minded search, silly in
 love

F

people disappear on the wrong side 
of this revolution

                               G#

when they resurface, there's a black
 hole in their skull

F

people disappear on the wrong side 
of this revolution

     G#

when they'll return, all their 
childhood memories are dead

| A# | B | C | D# |


F                            Am  

          E

I'll never follow no kind of 
master's voice

    Gm                             

                   A#     Gm

the mutinous tramp of cold voltage 
crucifiction is my conduit

F

I just watched my hero fail

             Am                   E

now I'm in a dark and violent funk

      Gm

every leader is a cellophane punk

                    A#