A Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger keyboard

A Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger

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Tabbed by Erlend Riis and Pål Fiksdal paalsfiksdal at hotmail dot com

Intro: Dm C F

C

F   C    F   C

F   C    F   C

Dm                          G7
  I spent the winter on the verge of a total break-

C                    F
down While living in Norway

C#                   A                  C#
 I felt the darkness of the black metal bands
Dm              G7
 But being such fawn of a man
         C                  Am (maybe? Im not sure)
I didn't burn down any old churches
     G7            Am         G7
Just slept way too much, just slept


          F
My mind rejects the frequency

It's static craziness to me
         C
Is it a solar fever?
       F
The TV man is too loud

Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
              C
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile
           F
We've eaten plastic weather

This family sticks together
         C
We will escape from the south to the west side
          F
My mind rejects the frequency
                           C
It's just verbosity to me


Dm                            G7
   I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book
      C                         F
While trying to restructure my character
C#                  A                 C#
   Because it had become vile to its creator
Dm                          G7
  And through many dreadful nights
                   C                     Am (?)
I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of
    G7               Am            G7
And waiting for some high times to come again


          F
My mind rejects the frequency

It's static craziness to me
         C
Is it a solar fever?
       F
The TV man is too loud

Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
              C
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile
           F
We've eaten plastic weather

This family sticks together
         C
We will escape from the south to the west side
          F
My mind rejects the frequency
                           C
It's just verbosity to me


Dm       
Gm          Dm            G#dim7
  Dirty old shadows stay away
                Am
Don't play your games with me
Fm           Am
  I am older now I see
Ebm            Gm
   The way you operate
Dm             Gm               C             
  If you don't hurt me then you die,  om, om


          F
My mind rejects the frequency

It's static craziness to me
         C
Is it a solar fever?
       F
The TV man is too loud

Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
              C
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile
           F
We've eaten plastic weather

This family sticks together
         C
We will escape from the south to the west side
          F
My mind rejects the frequency
                           C
It's just verbosity to me

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