Tab Realm

Gronlandic Edit by Of Montreal





              Gronlandic Edit







E		  B		E	B
I am satisfied
E			     B	E	B
Hiding in our friend's apartment
E			  B		E	B
Only leaving once a day
E			B		E	B
To buy some groceries
A			D
Daylight, I'm so absent minded
A			D		E	B	E	B
Nighttime meeting new anxieties
A			D
So am I erasing myself?
A			D		E	B	E	B
Hope I'm not erasing myself

C			     B    Eb		     E#
I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a god
C		   D			B
But which one, which one do I choose?
A				   D	     Eb	   E#
All the churches fill with losers, psycho or confused
C				D
I just want to hold the divi-i-i-i-ine in mi-i-i-i-ind
C
And forgeeeeeeeeeeeeetttttttttt
A
All of the beauty’s wasted

E			 B		E		       E  B  E  B
Let's fall back to earth and do something pleasant
A		 D	    A		   D		A	D
We fell back to earth like gravity's bitches
A (16th note strums – that’s how I play it)
(Physics makes us all its bitches)

C			     B    Eb		     E#
I guess it would be nice to help in your escape
C		   D			B
From patterns your parents designed
A			   D	     Eb	   E#
All the party people dancing for the indie star
C			 D	    A
But he's the worst faker by far
D			C
But in the set, I forgeeeeeeeeeeettttttt
A
All of the beauty's wasted

E		        B		E	B
I guess it would be nice
E		        B		E	B
Show me that things can be nice
E		        B		E	B
I guess it would be nice
E		        B		E	B
Show me that things can be nice

A				  D
You've got my back in the city
E			B
You've got my back, 'cause I don't want to panic
A				  D
You've got my back in the city
E			B
You've got my back, 'cause I don't want to panic







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(The surrealists were just) nihilists with good imaginations 

I am satisfied hiding in our friend's apartment 
Only leaving once a day to buy some groceries 
Daylight I'm so absent minded nighttime meeting new anxieties 
So am I erasing myself? Hope I'm not erasing myself 

I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a god 
But which one which one do I choose? 
Oh the church is filled with losers, psycho or confused 
I just want to hold the divine in mine and forget all of the beauty's wasted 

Let's fall back to earth and do something pleasant 
We fell back to earth like gravity's bitches 
Physics makes us all its bitches 

I guess it would be nice to help in your escape 
From patterns your parents designed 
All the party people dancing for the indie star 
But he's the worst faker by far 
In the set I forget all of the beauty's wasted 

Guess it could be nice show me that things can be nice 
You've got my back in the city you've got my back 
'Cause I don't want to panic





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