• Song:

    Source Decay

  • Artist:

    Mountain Goats

  • Album:

    2005-06-23: Bottom of t...

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@Mountain Goats
"Source Decay" - written by john darnielle
tabbed by Russ Sweetser
ruxxell@comcast.net


E5 -- A5 -- E5 --- A5

E5
Once a week I make the drive
F#5                          A5
two hours east to check the Austin post office box.
E5                      F#5
I take the detour through our old neighborhood,
                A5                         B5
see all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks,
       A5                      B5
and I park in an alley and I read through the postcards
          E5               A5
that you continue to send:
          F#5                        A5
where as indirectly as you can you ask what I remember.
               E5                      B5
I like these torture devices from my old best friend.
           C#5
Well I'll tell you what I know
         F#5
like I swore I always would --
         A5                 B5
I don't think it's gonna do you any good:
     E5          A5             E5           A5       B5     A5         E5
I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward the water.


A5 E5 A5 E5

E5
I always get a late start,
          F#5
when the sun's going down
         A5
and the traffic's thinning out
         E5
and the glare is hard to take. I wish the
E5                        F#5
West Texas highway was a M?bius strip --
         A5                           B5
I could ride it out forever. When I feel my heart break,
          A5                                 B5
I almost swear I hear it happen, it's that clear and that hard.
   E5                             A5
I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard.
   C#5
I fall out of the car
        F#5
like a hostage from a plane,
A5
think of you a while and
       B5
start wishing it would rain.
E5              A5            E5            A5       B5     A5         E5
I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward the water.


A5 E5 A5 E5

  E5
I come into the house,
     F#5
put on a pot of coffee,
A5                       E5
walk the floors a little while.
E5                                  F#5
I set the postcard on a table with all the others like it,
A5                         B5
start sorting through the pile.
A5
I check the pictures and the postmarks
         B5
and the captions and the stamps
     E5                       A5
for signs of any pattern at all.
        F#5                                 A5
When I come up empty-handed, the feeling almost overwhelms me.
E5                 B5
I let a few of my defenses fall
        C#5                              F#5
and I smile a bitter smile -- it's not a pretty thing to see --
         A5                                 B5
I think about a railroad platform back in 1983
       E5            A5           E5             A5       B5 A5                 E5
and I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward toward the water
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