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Language City - Wolf Parade
Standard Tuning
Capo on 3rd fret
   
         C              Am                Em              G               D
|---0-------0--------0-------1-------2|
|---1-------1--------0-------0-------3|
|---0-------2--------0-------0-------2|
|---2-------2--------2-------0-------0|
|---3-------0--------2-------2-------0|
|--------------------0-------3--------|

Intro: C  Am  Em

                  C                        Am
Language City is a bad, old place
             Em
We all know
                  C                  Am
Where eyeballs float in space
              Em
We all know
             Am               Em
We're tired, we can't sleep
             Am               Em
It's crowded here, none of us leave
               C                           G           Em
Language City don't mean a thing to me
C                      G        Am                     Em
Audiences, the same program is always on
C            G     Am                               Em
When I interfere, it's best to avoid the law
                   Am                          Em
When your wife wakes up and sees
Am                         Em
Shut the blinds and block out the street
                 C                           G         Em
Language City don't mean a thing to me
G    
All this working
D                    Em         C        Em       C
Just to tear it down
G
All this working
D                    Em         C        Em        C
Just to tear it down
                 C            G           Am
Language City is a bad, old place
            Em
We all know
C            G          Am
Eyeballs float in space
            Em
We all know
           Am                 Em
We're tired, we can't sleep
       Am                 Em
It's crowded in the street
                 C                          G          Em
Language City don't mean a thing to me
   C                                Am                     Em
I been here so long my heart is a parking lot
C                  Am              Em
Hollow feet rooted to the spot
            Am                       Em
But the fields are beyond belief
               Am                Em 
From the tower out to where I can see
                 C                          G         Em
Language City don't mean a thing to me
G
All this working
D                    Em       C        Em        C
Just to tear it down
G
All this working
D                   Em        C        Em        C
Just to tear it down

Bridge: G      D
G
On the telephone
G
On the telephone
G
On the telephone
                                       D
Someone's counting the hours
G
In a paper room
G
In a paper room
G
In a paper room
                                         D
Somebody's counting the hours
G
Now I know it's true
G
From above this room
                                         D
Somebody's counting the hours
D
The hours
D
The hours
D                    G (Let it ring then palm mute)
The houuuuurs

(Bass solo)
Oh the long bitter road

Let us down
(Come in gradually)
Oh the ringing telephone
                        Em          G        C       Am
There's no one around

G                   
We are not at home
                       C
We are not at home
                       C
We are not at home
                      Em
We are not at home
                      G
We are not at home
                      C           Am
We are not at home
G                    
We are not at home
                      C
We are not at home
                      C
We are not at home
                      Em
We are not at home
                      G
We are not at home
                      C          Am
We are not at home
G
Hang on the telephone
                           C
Hang on the telephone
                           C
Hang on the telephone
                           Em       G        C       Am          G
Hang on the telephone