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SHE AIN T SPEAKIN NOW - OF MONTREAL
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Created by: dcolspector
Many of the chords are barred, so play around with different inversions and shapes. For instance, try
the Bb into C in the verses as E shapes (on the 6th and 8th frets, respectively). Use that same Bb
shape when it is used alongside the Fmaj7 (which I notated just below this â it is the Cmaj7 shape on
the 5th fret).
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(Only a hammer-on for the non-Dm chords)
Like some sepulchral tableaux,
I sit frozen holding your hand.
Though Iâm trying to think only,
Positive thoughts I understand.
That this tomorrow,
May not be the tomorrow that,
Your eviscerating suffering will end, oh.
Will you ever be yourself again?
Single notes â [F G]
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ainât doin well.
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless.
Her psyche s cracked or, anyhow,
She ain t speakin now.
(Only a hammer-on for the non-Dm chords)
Nightfall, like some leaden sea,
Dilates as I hold vigil by your bed.
Watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head.
I can t repel the snaking veil of morbidity,
That s disfiguring the seraph of your face.
Oh, the organism s been debased.
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ainât doin well,
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Her psyche s shattered or, anyhow,
She ain t speakin now.
You scream that the books are falling off the shelves onto you, but,
I can t see them.
Your hallucination ravings, I m writing them all down so,
You can read them,
When your mind no longer aches and your febrility breaks.
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ainât doin well.
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless,
Her psyche s cracked or, anyhow,
She ain t speakin now.
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ainât doin well.
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless,
Her psyche s shattered or, anyhow,
She ain t speakin now.