E Is For Estranged chords by Owen Pallett

Intro:
e|--4-4---4-4---1-1---1-1-|--3-3---3-3---3-3---3-3-|--3-3---3-3---3-3---3---|--4-4---4-4---3-3---3-----4-4-4-
B|--4-4---4-4---1-1---1-1-|--4-4---4-4---3-3---3-3-|--3-3---3-3---4-4---4---|--4-4---4-4---4-4---4-----4-4-4-
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A|6-----------3-----------|------3-----5-----------|5-----------3-----3---6-|------6-----3-----3---6---------
E|------------------------|-------------------3----|------3-----------------|4-----------------------4-------

Bridge:
e|----|
B|----|
G|----|
D|----|
A|3-5-|
E|----|

Verse 1:
G#            Fm             Cm            Gm
Boys run like water from the barrel to the trough.
They'll never stop their running.
Cm                G#      Cm   G#
Gunning for their brothers.
G#              Fm
This house is a hostel.
      Cm                 Gm
It is peaceful, but it's always emptying.
Cm               G#        Cm  G#
Boys all want to be someone.

Chorus:
G#          Fm            Cm         Gm
Haven't you heard? I am a flightless bird.
             Cm               G#          Cm G# Cm G#
I am a liar, feeding facts to a false fire.
G#           Fm                  Cm      Gm
If pathos is borne, borne out of bullshit — in formal attire,
Cm               G#             Cm G#
I'll score you a string ensemble.

Verse 2:
G#              Fm
I saw my son at seventeen,
    Cm                Gm                        Cm G# Cm G#
The shutters made projections on his naked frame.
G#            Fm
Now at twenty-five,
          Cm          Gm                    Cm G# Cm G#
He simply cannot stay away from the ketamine.
G#                 Fm
With makeup on his sores,
             Cm         Gm                       Cm G# Cm G#
He spends an hour a day composing little eulogies.
G#                     Fm
Sometimes he sends me letters,
         Cm             Gm                   Cm G# Cm G#
But it's mostly garbled phrases and apologies.

Chorus:
G#          Fm            Cm           Gm
Haven't you heard? I am a flightless bird.
Cm              G#              Cm    G#  Cm  G#
I am a liar, feeding facts to a false fire.
G#            Fm                  Cm      Gm
If pathos is borne, borne out of bullshit--in formal attire,
Cm                G#         Cm G#
Cue the Bulgarian men's choir.

Vocalise:
G# Fm Cm Gm Gm