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