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A Stone by Okkervil River
Tabbed by Alex Kandabarow alex[dot]kandabarow[at]gmail[dot]com
Okkervil River: http://www.jound.com/okkervil/main.html
Standard Tuning
Capo on 1st fret
Note: These are just chords representative of what is going on in the song,
this is not exact tablature.
A
Hot breath, rough skin
D
warm laughs, and smiling,
F#m
the lovliest words
E
whispered and meant
D
you like all these things.
E
But though you like all these things
A
you love a stone.
D
You love a stone,
E Bm
because it's smooth and it's cold.
F#m
And you'd love most
E
to be told
D
that it's all your own.
A
You love white veins,
E
you love hard grey,
Bm
the heaviest weight,
D
the clumsiest shape,
F#m
the earthiest smell,
E
the hollowest tone
D
you love a stone.
Bridge: A E Bm D
A
And I'm found too fast,
called too fond of flames,
D
and then I'm phoning my friends,
and then I'm shouldering the blame,
F#m
while you're picking pebbles
E
out of the drain,
D
miles ago.
A
You're out singing songs,
and I'm down shouting names
D
at the flickerless screen,
going fucking insane.
F#m
Am I losing my cool,
E
overstating my case?
D
Well, baby what can I say?
E
You know I never claimed
A
that I was a stone.
D
And you love a stone.
F#m
You love white veins,
E
you love hard grey,
Bm
the heaviest weight,
D
the clumsiest shape,
F#m
the earthiest smell,
E
the hollowest tone
D
you love a stone.
Bridge: A E Bm D (x2) A
D
You love a stone,
E
because it's dark
Bm
and it's old
F#m
and if it could start
E
being alive
D
you'd stop living alone.
(quieter)
A
And I think I believe
E
that if stones could dream
Bm
they'd dream of being laid
D
side-by-side piece-by-piece
F#m
and turned into a castle
E
for some towering queen
D
they're unable to know.
A
And when that queen's daughter
E
came of age,
Bm
I think she'd be lovely
D
and stubborn and brave,
F#m
and suitors would journey
E
from kingdoms away
D
just to make themselves known.
A
And I think that I know
E
the bitter dismay
Bm
of a lover who brought
D
fresh brouquets every day
F#m
when she turned him away
E
to remember some knave
D A
who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago.
End:
A E Bm D X4
A
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