Metrologist chords by Liz Stringer

• Capo on 2nd
• Difficulty: Beginner

Intro:


Am   F   D  X3
F    D

Verse 1:

Am                      Em     F
    I’ve never seen you here before
Am               Em       G        D
    Have you got time for just one more?
      Am                      Em       F
This rain won’t let up for an hour at least
 Am                    Em         G       Am
      And I don’t have anywhere I have to be

Chorus:

C           G                     D       Am
     Around here there’s not much else to do
           C            G                 D
I wouldn’t mind sitting down and spending time
        with you

Verse:

Am                                      Em
      A silicone ball measures kilos so they’re the
           F
same everywhere
Am                           Em
      You know I never think about it, so much of
Am               D
what goes on out there
Am                                Em                   G
Sound wavеs measured in metres in metric, and imperial
Am                 Em
      What are the feet, would you say,
            G                  Am
between our table and that bar stool

Chorus:

C             G          D        Am
      Tell me more about what you do
           C      G                D
I've never met anyone who knows as much as
Am
you

Solo:

Am   Em   F  Em   G   D
Am   Em   F  Em   G   Am

Verse:

Am                                Em       F
     I could keep asking you things eternally
Am                               Em     G
     So much of what you’ve been saying deeply
           D
appeals to me
     Am
I’ll try to keep my questions linear,
         Em                      F
try to articulate exactly what I mean
Am                       Em
    You better bring the bottle back,
               G                   Am
looks like the rain’s gonna settle in

Chorus:

C                 G
    So what’s the weight of the booze,
          D                    Am
would you measure that in millilitres
C            G
    How many years have I lost,
         D                       Am
I’d only count them if I was a defeatist

Post-chorus:

C                       G
     But the only thing wasted here
        D                       Am
is that wine if don’t finish my drink

Pre-Bridge:

C
      Is it numbers and scales to you
G
  Tell me how you see the things that I do
F
Man I’d love to be inside of your head
    G
Cos mine’s getting harder to bare
           Am
Things are getting darker,
             G
it’s feeling harder,
           F
I can’t remember

Where were we,
    Em      G
I’m sorry

Bridge:

          Am
I’ve been trying to keep straight,
trying to keep it together
          D
But these tiny little tremors getting heavier and heavier
    F
The numbers confuse me,
I don’t understand
          D
and now I have this strange swelling in both of my hands
          Am
I got the wrong shoes on,
not prepared for the terrain
        D
It’s so pretty up here
but I’m preoccupied with the pain
        F                         Am
Can you tell me how long before I disappear
           D
What’s the point look like at which I am no longer here
      Am
If my body’s too heavy and my list’s too long
       D
Have I failed as a woman ‘cos my measurements are wrong
    F
The goalposts keep shifting,
         Am
the ball slippery with rain
     D
They want us to compete
but they won’t put us in the game
           Am
What’s the unit for the negative shit in my head
           D
 that only drowns when I down a solid litre before bed
      F
Is it something scientific,
      Am
is it brain chemistry,
        D
or am I just a product of myself,
of panic and ennui
        Am
And how long is it before you forget who you are
           D
While some talent spider tells you that you’re too fat to be a star
     F                                  Am
Or a critic says your record sounds too much like your boyfriend
     D
Even though you wrote every fucking riff on the album
              Am
You’re too depressing, too obtuse,
too aggressive, too aloof
      D
Too demanding, too uptight,
don’t live up to any hype
           F                         Am
Either too old to be relevant or too young to be resonant
   D
Addictions picking off mates like they’re all social experiments
        Am
All the kicking, all the pricks,
all the leaches, snakes and ticks
        D
All the hours on the road,
lonely brain bound to implode
       F
Psyche shrieking out the back,
bills are waiting in a growing stack
       D
You’re working like a dog but you got nothing to show for that

Outro:

C               G            D                        Am
      You gotta help me understand what you do
           C        G                  D
I’ve never known anyone who keeps everything as straight as you
C                  G          D         Am
       There was a time I had all in my fist
        C            G          D
Now I’m seriously considering becoming a metrologist