How To Explain chords by The Cat Empire

How To Explain
Cat Empire

Tabbed by Damsk1849

I'm pretty sure a lot of this is right.
  I'm least certain about the end of the chorus
"music is the language of us all" bit, so if
anyone that knows better would like to email me
that'd be cool: jazzman_law@hotmail.com
(I don't consider to be a jazzman of any sort,
I made that address when I was 12)

Chords:
C:   8 10 10 9 8 8
Bb:  6 8 8 7 6 6
A7:  5 7 5 6 5 5
Gm:  3 5 5 3 3 3
F:   1 3 3 2 1 1
Dm:  x 5 7 7 6 5
F7:  1 3 1 2 1 1
Dm*: x x 0 2 3 1
C*:  x 3 2 0 1 0

(Trumpet Intro)

C Bb A7

A7
When a room becomes an altar

And what beast that must exist
              Bb
It flies with music from our lips
             Gm
And steals a kiss and blows it
Bb           A7
Out into the mist
(A7)
Where castles stand on cliffs

And cobbled streets they wind and drift
              Bb
And moods are made and set but shift
                 Gm
This place where skies are low
Bb            A7
And birds are big

(A7)
We went to sleep in day

And woke again the same day
        Bb
We have learned to cheat the time
             Gm
And find the hours
         Bb            A7
That the clocks cannot define
(A7)
As I looked up from that stage
                               Bb
I felt the thing that had been made

And how it raged
           Gm
And how it raged

Chorus
         Bb
How to explain?

Something makes me howl
    C
And shiver to the core
      F
Ah outside if it was raining
       Bb                C
Then inside there'd be a storm
            Dm
We've got a pair of hands for climbing
      Bb               C
And a pair of knees to spring
      F
And a pair of balls for strength
      Bb               C
And a pair of lungs to sing
          F7
And these simple chords
          Bb           Dm             C
That say: music is the language of us all

Trumpet Break
Dm*  C*  Gm x3
Dm  C

C Bb A7

(A7)
To write these songs is to be written

Ah the chorus always knows
           Bb
What is in store
                                Gm
And what is more the thing that sings us
       Bb                  A7
Is the thing that makes us roar
(A7)
I felt that beast 'kisso my neck

We clapped our hands
               Bb
And heard them spread
                          Gm
There was a trumpet and a call
          Bb                     A7
A pack of Spaniards screamed for more

Music is the language of us all

Music is the language of us all
                            A7
Music is the language of us all

Music is the language of us all

Trumpet Break II
Dm*  C*  Gm x(many)
Dm*  C*

Chorus
(C)       Bb
I find it hard to speak emotional
    C
Cos these things are the things that
              F
Can't be said

And when it's struck it strikes
    Bb              C
The memory from our heads
Dm
Once I wrote to play's
      Bb             C
To be immortal for a night
       F
And despite the unknown hours
          Bb
Something happens
         C                   F7
When the light turns out the lights

Then we fade and yawn
   Bb               Dm             C
To music that's the language of us all