• Song:

    Yr Husband

  • Artist:

    Kevin Devine

  • Album:

    Between the Concrete an...

sponsored links
Yr Husband from the Brother's Blood LP.
Enjoy.

Capo 4

D (xx0232@1)E (022100@1)A (x02220@1)GE|--2--2--------| (320003@1)B|--3--3--2-----|
G|--2--0--2--0--|
D|--0--2--2--0--|
A|--------0--2--|
E|-----------3--|

Palm Muted
       Dyour (xx0232@1)husband,
                   Ehe (022100@1)drinks like a writer,
                       Abut (x02220@1)he writes like a banker,
                         G (320003@1)  Di (xx0232@1)hope his pens all run dry.

you watch him from your cave in the corner,
full moon eyes flame and flicker,
the wild way that i like.

This lead part is played during the next verse.
     D (xx0232@1)   E (022100@1)   A (x02220@1)  GE|--3-2---2-0--------------| (320003@1)B|--3-3---3-3---3-2---3-3--|
G|--------------2-2---4-2--|
D|--------------------5-4--|
A|-------------------------|
E|-------------------------|

from my part,
i pretend i don't notice
dumb friend you're a poet,
and i could do this all night.

Gand (320003@1)i'll stay like that,
        Dhands (xx0232@1)locked in my lap,
        Em (022000@1)                Awhat (x02220@1)i want jailed up in my mind,
          Guntil (320003@1)i slide to sleep
              Dwhere (xx0232@1)you're waitin' for me,
       Emand (022000@1)we do what we want to,
       Aand (x02220@1)shut ourselves off for the night.

Not Muted
D (xx0232@1)Em (022000@1)A (x02220@1)G (320003@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D

til morning barrels in like a brides maid,
drunk and desperate for her day,
drags me out, picks a fight.

and i see i'm alone here
picture frames and a hot plate
stubborn sun spites the hallways
paint chips blink yellow white.

and i'm stretching, in the act of forgetting,
bear teeth and blood letting,
signals crossed half my life.
 
          Gand (320003@1)the local grown
sees your notes towards my home,
          Emdreaming (022000@1)fits as we crawl underground,
              Gand (320003@1)you're shedding skin,
so i keep what i can.
        Emyeah (022000@1)i fill up my pockets,
and stuff all that's left in my mouth.

now you are a part of me,
for as long as i sleep.
i could trick myself into a trance,
where were as firm as facts,
and i don't give you back
every morning the sun comes to shuttle you back to your man.

Feedback is appreciated.
Show more
sponsored links
sponsored links