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Starry Stairs

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Chords:
E A D G B e
A
x 0 2 2 2 0
A7
0 0 2 0 2 0
Bm
x x 0 4 3 2
Bm/A
x 0 4 4 3 2
Bsus2
x x 4 4 2 2
D
x x 0 2 3 2
Em
0 2 2 0 0 0
Em/F♯
0 2 4 0 0 0
F♯m
2 4 4 2 2 2
F♯m7
x 0 4 2 2 0
G
3 2 0 0 0 3
based off of live acoustic performances.
Fill1:
e |——————————————————————————0—————— B |——————————————————————————2—————— G |——2/4——2————————————————2———————— D |————————————4———0———4———2———————— A |——————————————————————————0—————— E |—————————————————————————————————
FIll2:
e |——————————————————————————————————————————— B |——————————————————————————————————————————— G |—————————————0——0——————0——————0————————0——— D |———0—0——————0h2——————2/4/2——0——0————0—————— A |———0h2————————————————————————————2———————— E |———————————————————————————————————————————
Intro / Verse:
D Bm Bsus2 F♯m Bm/A A G
Em/F♯ Em D A F♯m7 A F♯m7 A G
  
They asked for 
D
more;
Bm
  
What do you 
Bsus2
think this 
F♯m
fanclub is 
Bm/A
for? 
A
  
I slithered 
G
up each rose corri
Em/F♯
dor, 
Em
  
I kept a 
D
warm, safe place at my 
A
core, 
F♯m7
 
A
 
F♯m7
 
A
  
before I 
G
lost it.
  
They asked for 
D
blood;
Bm
  
What do you 
Bsus2
think this 
F♯m
woman’s made 
Bm/A
of? 
A
  
I stuck a 
G
small, thin pin in my 
Em/F♯
thumb.
Em
  
They dreamt a 
D
low, long line to be 
A
crossed—
F♯m7
 
A
 
F♯m7
 
A
  
and I 
G
crossed it.
  
I’m aliv
A
e, b
F♯m7
ut a d-
A7
ifferent 
A
kind of a
D
live 
  
than the 
Fill1
way I used to be. 
F♯m7
 
A
 
F♯m7
 
A
 
G
 
Fill2
  
I re
A
tire 
F♯m7
 to a 
A7
split white 
A
smile to be 
D
seen
  
in an 
Fill1
old stag magazine. 
F♯m7
 
A
 
F♯m7
 
A
 
G
And this girl’s eyes,
when they were roughly wrenched open,
I could see a starry stair up your thigh.
You hid behind your hair (oh, but I saw you were smiling),
while all these guys, all these curious sets of eyes,
safe behind a TV screen,
I let them pry,
pick apart, and hang out to dry
almost every piece of me.
(If you don’t love me, I’m sorry)
Oh, what a trip.
Oh, what a shimmering silver ship.
Oh, what a hot half-life I half-lived.
And the stripes and stars,
how they stripped off of the siding
when my life ripped off from the part that played as a kid
into the part that blazed through your lids
to find a warm, safe place and to sit,
curled up, inside it.
So here’s “goodbye,”
from the part that stays behind
to the part that has to leave,
to the sublime lips that were never spoiled
by a line, to the face inside the beam,
  
who wasn’t me. 
A
 
F♯m7
 
A
 
F♯m7
 
A
 
G
 
Fill2
Who wasn’t me
She’s not me
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tabs/starry_stairs.txt · Last modified: 2015/01/10 12:24 (external edit)