A Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger chords by Of Montreal

Tabbed by Erlend Riis and Pål Fiksdal paalsfiksdal at hotmail dot com

Intro: F

C

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C

G7
  I spent the winter on the verge of a total break-

F
down While living in Norway

C#
 I felt the darkness of the black metal bands
G7
 But being such fawn of a man
         C                  Am (maybe? Im not sure)
I didn't burn down any old churches
     G7
Just slept way too much, just slept


          F
My mind rejects the frequency

It's static craziness to me
         C
Is it a solar fever?
       F
The TV man is too loud

Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
              C
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile
           F
We've eaten plastic weather

This family sticks together
         C
We will escape from the south to the west side
          F
My mind rejects the frequency
                           C
It's just verbosity to me


G7
   I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book
      F
While trying to restructure my character
C#
   Because it had become vile to its creator
G7
  And through many dreadful nights
                   Am (?)
I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of
    G7
And waiting for some high times to come again


          F
My mind rejects the frequency

It's static craziness to me
         C
Is it a solar fever?
       F
The TV man is too loud

Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
              C
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile
           F
We've eaten plastic weather

This family sticks together
         C
We will escape from the south to the west side
          F
My mind rejects the frequency
                           C
It's just verbosity to me


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Dirty old shadow, stay away

Don't play your games with me

I am older now, I see the way you operate

If you don't hurt me then you die


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          F
My mind rejects the frequency

It's static craziness to me
         C
Is it a solar fever?
       F
The TV man is too loud

Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
              C
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile
           F
We've eaten plastic weather

This family sticks together
         C
We will escape from the south to the west side
          F
My mind rejects the frequency
                           C