Armchairs tab by Andrew Bird

Hey - here's the tab for Armchairs from Armchair Apocrypha.  The chord changes are
close but not completely lined up right (this kind of took forever).  Its a pretty
song and there are lots more licks and probably a few chord changes, but this should be
at least.  Enjoy


Intro Part

(at 0:45)
E|----0------0------0---------------|
B|---------------------------0------|
G|--------------------------0-------|
D|-------------------------0--------|
A|------------------------2---------|
E|-1-----3------1------1h3----------|

(at 1:00)
E|--------------------------------------|
B|---------1-------1-------1-------1----|
G|--------0-------0-------0-------0-----|
D|-------2-------2-------2-------2------|
A|2---3-------0-------2-------0---------|
E|--------------------------------------|


C         G

C
I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
G
of the space between our chairs
C
And I was a cartographer
G
of the tangles in your hair

F
I sang the song that silence sings
F                                            C
It's the one that everybody knows, everybody knows

The song that silence sings
                   G
And this is how it goes

(2nd fill)

C
These looms that weave apocrypha
G
they're hanging from a strand
C
The dark and empty rooms were full
G
of incandescent hands

F
The awkward pause
F
The fatal flaw
F
Time, it's a crooked bow
                  C
Time is a crooked bow

C
In time you need to learn, to love
                      G
The ebb just like the flow
D7                B5                        Em
Grab hold of your bootstraps, and pull like hell
                              Am                 D
until gravity feels sorry for you, and lets you go
          G                            C     C/B
As if you lack the proper chemicals to know, oh
 Am                               B5           F
the way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low

                 C
Time's a crooked bow
                F#/D7
Time's a crooked bow
                     F     G   C
Time, it's a crooked bow

F               G
Fifty-five and three-eighths years later
F               G
At the bottom of a gigantic crater
F                    G
An armchair calls to you
         F                 G
Yeah, this armchair calls to you
        C
It says, someday, we'll get back at them all
                         G
With epoxy and a pair of pliers
C
As ancient sea slugs begin to crawl
G
through the ragweed and barbed wire

C
You didn't write
           G
You didn't call
F                            G
It didn't cross your mind at all
C
Through the waves
                 G
waves of hay and straw
F                            G
You couldn't feel a thing at all
F
Fifty-five and three-eighths
G
Time
Fifty-five and three-eighths
Time
Time