Know Your Onion
The Shins
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E|------------| B|------------| G|-8-6-4-2-1--| D|------------| A|------------| E|-7-5-4-2-0--|then E B x4E B E B Shut out, pimpled and angryE B A I quietly tied all my guts intoB knotsE B E B Gave up on trying to make themE B A I Figured it'd take them too longB to look upC#m G# And besides, it was undeniablyA E clear to me, I don't know whyA E When every other part of lifeD A seemed locked behind shuttersB I knew the worthless dregs we've always beenE B E Lucked out, found my favouriteB recordE B A B Lying in wait at the Birmingham MallE B E The songs that I heard, theB E occasional bookB A B G# Were the only fun I ever tookContinúa después del anuncioA B E And I got on with making myself (Instrumental, listen for timing to change from E to A, easy to see when Mercer plays it live)E A BE A BG# A B Now the trick is just makingC yourselfC But when they're parking theirG cars on your chestG You've still got a view of theC summer skyC To make it hurt twice when yourG C restless body caves to it's whimC And suddenly struggles to takeB flight [Riff]E|-------------------| B|-------------------| G|-----0-------------| D|-------------------| A|---2---------------| E|-3-----7-----------|[Alternating Pluck]E|------------------------------- B|------------------------------- G|------------------------------- D|------------------------------- A|---0---0---0---0---0---0---0--- E|-7---7---7---7---7---7---7---7- E|--| B|--| G|--| D|--| A|0-| E|--|[Rundown]E|------------| B|------------| G|-8-6-4-2-1--| D|------------| A|------------| E|-7-5-4-2-0--|(Instead of rundown riff, Chords B A G#m F#m can be played here)E B E Three thousand miles north-eastB E B I left all my friends at theA B E morning bus stop shaking their headsE B E "What kind of life you dream of?B E You're allergic to love"B A B Yes I know but I must say in myC#m own defenseG# A It's been undeniably dear to me, IE don't know whyA E When every other part of lifeD A seemed locked behind shuttersB I knew the worthless dregs we are The selfless, loving saints we are The melting, sliding dice we'veE always been