• Song:

    Vacant Moan

  • Artist:

    Odeath

  • Album:

    Broken Hymns, Limbs and...

sponsored links
Capo on VII
When playing the G chord play the highest to notes open

G5 = 0
    0
    0
    0
    2
    3

Intro
E5 - G5    
A5

E5                           A5
All of my sins just burn away
E5                           A5
Left longing for returning days
E5                           A5
Saw spiders reaching for my bed
E5                           A5
Left home never returned again

C5     A5       E5
I plant my feet
C5      A5      E5
I left the ground
C5      A5     E5
I sought the wind too
C5      A5          B5
I fought the sound

E5      C5      G5       A5
All my all my all my own
E5      C5      G5       A5
Could have grasped a vacant moan
E5      C5      G5       A5
Then the hush of violence 
E5      C5      G5       A5
Crushed the pride of naked wind
E5      C5      G5       A5
Dance the dance of broken veins 
E5      C5      G5       A5
By the hands of all attained
E5      C5      G5       A5
Look what's left of my bled heart 
E5      C5      G5       A5
Left before you from the start

(same chords as the first verse)
I trust these words won't save my fall
Won't bother her from last night's ball
We barely spoke and now we're dead
Left maybe from this world instead

I plant my feet
I left the ground
I sought the wind too
I fought this out

A5 B5 C5 B5 (the little riff between the verse and the bridge)

E5                             G5              
Rip out the leather of her nice corvette
A5
Leave it on the shoulder faced away from the street
E5                             G5 
Bother all the fathers make sure they're asleep
A5
Bleed all the spiders taste their bones for a week
E5                             G5 
And if that corpse decided to weep
A5
Chop it up in thirds and let her face recede
E5                             G5 
Sip from the liver that kept her wet
A5
Wrap it up in folded sheets somewhere she slept
E5                             G5 
Bother all the fathers make sure they're asleep
A5
Bleed all the spiders taste their bones for a week

All my all my all my own
Could have grasped a vacant moan
Then the hush of violence 
Crushed the pride of naked wind
Dance the dance of broken veins 
By the hands of all attained
Left before you all the same
Broken from the start
Show more
sponsored links
sponsored links