Obstacle 1 Interpol

Obstacle 1

Interpol

Kenneth Ray

3720
0:00 3:31
Accordatura Standard (E A D G B E)
Tempo 4/4
Tonalità: Am
Capotasto:
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Testo

[Intro]
| F | Am | F | Am |
| F | Am | F | Am |
| F | Am | F | Am |

[Verse 1]
F              Am                  F
I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
Am       F                Am                  F
  We can cap the old times  make playing only logical harm
Am       F                Am                  F
  We can cap the old lines  make playing that nothing else
           Am
will change
            F                           Am
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read,
         F
she's bad
                     Am
She can read She can read she's bad
             F
Oh, she's bad

[Chorus]
Am         Fmaj7
  But it's different now that I'm poor and aging,
     Am                 C
I'll never see this face again
       Fmaj7                        Am
You go stabbing yourself in the neck

[Verse 2]
C F Am F
Am       F                  Am                     F
  We can find new ways of living make playing only logical
harm
Am           F
  And we can top the old times,
Am                F                       Am
  claymaking that nothing else will change
            F                           Am
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read,
         F                     Am
she's bad she can read she can read she can read
                       F
She's bad Oh, she's bad

[Chorus]
Am     Fmaj7
  It's different now that I'm poor and aging,
     Am            C
I'll never see this face again
       Fmaj7                        Am
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
C         Fmaj7
 But it's different now that I'm poor and aging,
Am                    C
  I'll never see this place again
           Fmaj7                        Am C
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck

[Outro]
Am
It's in the way that she posed
It's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff
She's always calling my bluff
She puts the,
she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart
C             Am                C                 Am
 She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away
             F
She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away
She packs it away
It's in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts,
oh she puts the weights into my little heart

Battute

[Intro]
| F | Am | F | Am |
| F | Am | F | Am |
| F | Am | F | Am |

[Verse 1]
| F | Am | F | Am |
| F | Am | F | Am |
| F | Am | F | Am |
| F | Am | F | Am |
| - | -  | F | -  |

I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
We can cap the old times  make playing only logical harm
We can cap the old lines  make playing that nothing else
will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read,
she's bad
She can read She can read she's bad
Oh, she's bad

[Chorus]
| Am | - | Fmaj7 | - |
| Am | C | Fmaj7 | - |
| Am |

But it's different now that I'm poor and aging,
I'll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck

[Verse 2]
    | C  | F | Am |
| F | Am | F | Am |
| F | Am | F | Am |
| F | Am | F | Am |
| F | Am | - | -  |
| F | -  |

We can find new ways of living make playing only logical
harm
And we can top the old times,
claymaking that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read,
she's bad she can read she can read she can read
She's bad Oh, she's bad

[Chorus]
            | Am | - |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | C |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | C |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | C |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | C |

It's different now that I'm poor and aging,
I'll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging,
I'll never see this place again
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck

[Outro]
| Am | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| C  | - | Am | - |
| C  | - | Am | - |
| F  |

It's in the way that she posed
It's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff
She's always calling my bluff
She puts the,
she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart
She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away
She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away
She packs it away
It's in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts,
oh she puts the weights into my little heart

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