METHOD ACTING/CORTEZ THE KILLER - Dave Rawlings Machine

Tabbed by Barry Miles

Capo on 1st

             Em
There's no beginning to the story
            Bm7
A bookshelf sinks into the sand
               C
And a language learned, forgot in turn
G                  D/F#
Studied once again

It's a shocking bit of footage
Viewed on a shitty TV screen
You can squint at it
The snow and static
To make out what it means

And keep stretching that antenna
Hoping that it will come clear
I need some reception
A higher message
Please tell me what to feel

Chorus:
       C       D           G  G/B  C
'Cause I don't know what tomorrow brings
                D         G G/B C
It's alive with such possibilities
                D      G      G/B    C
But I know that I feel better when I sing
            B7add4
Burdens are lifted from me
                Em      
That's my voice rising

So T-Bone, please keep the tape rolling
Gil keep strumming that guitar
We need a record of our failures
We must document our love

I sat too long in my silence
Grown too old on my pain
To shed this skin, be born again
It starts with an ending

Chorus:
And I don't know what tomorrow brings
It's full of such possibilities
But I know that I feel better when I sing
Burdens are lifted from me
That's my voice rising

Solo

C                Bm7
It's not a movie, no private screening
Am7                D
This method acting--I call it living
C                    Bm7
It's like a fountain, the door is open
Am7               D
We have a problem with no solution
       C              B7add4
But to love and to be loved

Solo

Chorus:
So thank you friends for the time we shared
Your love stays with me like sunlight and air
And though I truly wish I could keep hanging around here
My joy is covering me, soon I will disappear

Solo

        Em7
He came dancing across the water
         D
With his galleons and guns
Am7
Looking for the new world

In the palace in the sun

On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls, he often wondered
The secrets of the world

And his subjects gathered round him
Like the leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see

And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on

Solo (over Cortez verse progression)

Hate was just a legend
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones

Then they carried them to the flatlands
But they died along the way
And they built up with their bare hands
What we still can't do today

And I know she's living there
And she loves me to this day
I just can't remember when
Or how I lost my way

Solo (back to Method Acting verse progression)