What Death Leaves Behind chords by Los Campesinos

What Death Leaves Behind - Los Campesinos!

It's easiest to play it when tuned down a half step,
i.E. Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb,
but I'll just tell you the chords and you can experiment for yourself!

Intro
Eb Gm F x4

Verse
Bb        F             Gm          Eb
I was the first match struck at the first cremation,
Bb         F         Gm                 Eb
you are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton
Bb            F       Gm               Eb
If you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me,
Bb        F             Gm             Eb
I'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body

Bb
Well summer sighed and summoned up hail.
F                          Gm
Dirty dish rack drips the holy grail
(Gm)
May be heartslob but I want 'em to know,
Eb                            Bb
cut and shut us like a portmanteau
(Bb)                      F
We sit around jus' spitballin',
(F)                             Gm
all the witches cackle round my cauldron
(Gm)                             Eb
Recognise the lies from my poker tongue
(Eb)  Gm
is it true...?

Chorus
        F         Eb
They say you and me
(Eb)
are tautology
Gm         F
What grows from the seeds,
Eb
can you quite believe?
Gm             F
through cracks come the weeds,
Eb
Long time listener,
Gm         F
first time caller,
Eb
no need to remind me
     Gm             F
What death leaves behind me

Bb

Verse
Bb         F      Gm              Eb
Why must I lie awake, from dust until the morning,
Bb              F        Gm           Eb
through fear of bein' impaled upon errant mattress string?
Bb        F      Gm              Eb
Within a waking dream I finally made my heel turn,
Bb            F     Gm              Eb
lived life as Super 8 when you were promised Hilton

Bb
Propose me as a pardon for sins,
F                         Gm
led on barbecue I'm burnt offerings
(Gm)                                 Eb
I proof-read the Book of Job for the Lord:
(Eb)                     Bb
edit one, League Cup 2004
(Bb)                F
We, delicate as a filigree,
(F)                            Gm
cleared a place for us in the chicory
(Gm)                            Eb
Colosseum blood will dry in the sun
(Eb)  Gm
is it true...?

Chorus
        F         Eb
They say you and me
(Eb)
are tautology
Gm         F
What grows from the seeds,
Eb
can you quite believe?
Gm             F
through cracks come the weeds,
Eb
Long time listener,
Gm         F
first time caller,
Eb
no need to remind me
     Gm             F
What death leaves behind me

Bb

Bb          F         Gm         Eb
We tread it carefully, we feel around in kid-gloves
Bb              F        Gm              Eb
What death will leave behind, death will leave behind love
Bb      F         Gm         Eb
We will flower again, I have surely seen it
Bb      F         Gm
WE WILL FLOWER AGAIN

F         Eb
They say you and me
(Eb)
are tautology
Gm         F
What grows from the seeds,
Eb
can you quite believe?
Gm             F
through cracks come the weeds,
Eb
Long time listener,
Gm         F
first time caller,
Eb
no need to remind me
     Gm             F
What death leaves behind me

Bb