Widows chords by Mount Eerie

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Verse 1: Phil Elverum & Julie Doiron:
 C#m
G#m     A
It's almost Mother's Day
E        G#     F#m
Me and the other widows will commiserate
C#m           A E
Alone at Montessori again
G#m      F#m
Straddling two worlds
   C#m  G#m       A
Between?the?crush of single?parenting
    E
And the need for wailing in?the woods
F#m
Around a slash pile burning
C#      G#   F#m
Into the night with tear crusted eyes
E F#m

Verse 2: Phil Elverum:
C#m             A
I know I'm overcompensating
    E G#     F#m7
In this PTSD disorientation
    C#m7       G#m        A
From my brief time in the rich part of the city
    E        G#m
Now my hands stink like salmon skin
F#m
Left out in the rain in the ash
    C#5          G#5
Of the fire from last night
      F#m5
I haven't bathed in a while
        E
And no one's near me


Verse 3: Phil Elverum & Julie Doiron:
  G#m    F#m
(If there's significance in where you live
C#m     G#m     F#m
Let it all go and follow love and intuition)
      E        G#m      F#m
Today the tabloids told the world you separated me

(And see what's there)
  C#m     G#m       A
My phone began dinging more than usual

(In the open sky)
           E         G#m        F#m
It was just like the day they found out that we'd gotten married

(Because we're all gonna die)
 C#m     B
Unwanted attention
     A         E          G#         F#m
From an inhumane delirious absurd other world that keeps trying to eat you

 A
Verse 4: Phil Elverum & Julie Doiron:
       C#m   G#m7     A
I woke up quivering, raw, and heartbroken again
     E        G#m
Took my daughter to the garbage dump
  F#m
And rifled through the free pile
     C#m       G#m
And stood next to the pit
  A             E     G#m
The crows and ravens circling spoke to us
       F#m      C#m G#m
And we spoke back to them
   A
But nothing is real
       E    G#m  F#m
Except this one thing


Outro: Phil Elverum:
C#m      B    A               C#m      B
Please remember at the bookstore in the poetry corner upstairs
        A
I slept with my head on your lap