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Spiteful Intervention chords by of Montreal tabbed by Arcelle Eb Eb/G Fm Fm7 Eb e|-------------------------------------------------------3-----| B|------8-----8---8------8------8------------------------4-----| G|-----------------------------------------5-----8-------3-----| D|----5-----5----------8------8------8---6-----6-----6---5-----| A|--6-----6-----6---10-----10-----10---8-----8-----7-----6-----| E|-------------------------------------------------------------| Eb F# C# F# It's fucking sad that we need a tragedy to occur to gain a fresh perspective in our lives Eb F# C# F# Nothing happens for a reason, there's no point even pretending, you know the sad truth as well as I Eb B C# F# Oh god, the morning light, sun rays bring my paranoia, I can't function unless I'm the only one awake Eb B C# F# Ooh ooh ooh Eb B C# F# Rancour of our last conversation, that fucking word you deform to Eb B C# N.C. Handicap me, then abuse your advantage, I'm nervous, my soul is returning to crystals Eb B C# F# Cause your eyes are an agent of darkness N.C. There's nothing to fight, it's just a bit of fait accompli Ab Bb [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/o/of-montreal/389294.html ] F# B C# F# Fm I spend my waking hours haunting my own life, I made the one I love start crying tonight B C# F# Bbm And it felt good, still there must be a more elegant solution F# B C# F# Fm Lately I'm rotted in the filth of self-offered agonies that really should fill me with shame B But all I have is dramatic energy F#5 F5 Eb5 C#5 F I lost my page in being the black-stamped disciple in your heart collage Eb B C# N.C. Feels wrong to celebrate, we need to suffer more, face our puerility, ban Eb B C# Ab Bb Converts that vitiate, devise new stratagems to disavow our quotidian characters F# B C# F# Fm I spend my waking hours haunting my own life, I made the one I love start crying tonight B C# F# Bbm And it felt good, still there must be a more elegant solution F# B C# F# Fm I know I'm upside-down about you, your kindness seems like blasphemy of some sick education B Ab C# Ab C# On the limits of humanity, so I profane the laws of some Victorian garbage, and listen to you smashing up my studio again F# B C# F# Fm I spend my waking hours haunting my own life, I made the one I love start crying tonight B C# F# Bbm And it felt good, still there must be a more elegant solution F# B C# F# Fm Lately all I can produce is psychotic vitriol that really should fill me with guilt B But all I have is asthmatic energy F#5 F5 Eb5 C#5 Eb(11-13-13-12-11-11) |