• Song:

    The Rifles Spiral

  • Artist:

    Shins

Intro
F#5 Ab5 A5 B5 C#5 D5 E5

B5                      F#5
Dead lungs command it.
B5                            F#5
You pour your life down the rifle's spiral
     B5                       F#5
And show us you've earned it
      B5                 F#5
The cleric's fog will recede right before your eyes


E5                 F#5
So long to this wretched form
E5          F#5
Them grey eyes on the subway.
E5     F#5
Long before you were born
           D5                      E5
You were always to be a dagger floating straight to their heart.


B5                        F#5
"Listen now we won't tell anyone
B5                 F#5
But you gonna tell the world
B5                         F#5
This whole life ain't been any fun.
B5                F#5
Now your viscera unfurls,

        E5                    F#5
as you rise. Rise from your burning fiat and
E5               F#5
go. Go get my suitcase, would you?
E5                  F#5                         D5
You've thoroughly blown their minds and now I must
                         E5
Have passage home. Your life. Just two veins from your heart."

B5 F#5 x 3
D5 E5


F#5              Ab5
You're not invisible now.
A5                B5
You just don't exist.
C#5              D5
Your mother must be so proud.
E5
You sublimate yourself granting us a wish

B5 F#5 x 2

B5            F#5
A primitive mural on the wall
B5              F#5
to fortify your grim resolve.
B5                  F#5
Amid the glitz of a shopping mall
B5                 F#5
Another grain of indigent salt for the

E5                      F#5
sea. Good night to these wretched forms.
E5             F#5
All them grey eyes on the subway.
E5         F#5                          D5
So long before you were born you were always
                  E5
to be a dagger floating straight to their heart.

B5
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