Lamb

Tuning C standard 
(2 whole steps down) - 
C F Bb Eb G C 

D:         x x 0 2 3 2 
D/E:       x x 2 0 3 2 
D/B:       x 2 0 0 3 2 
C:         x 3 2 0 3 3 
Am(add9):  x 0 7 5 0 7 
A7:        x 0 2 0 2 0 
Eaug:      0 7 6 x 9 8 


 
D      D/E   D/B   C         C 
Lamb is thrashing it.  Hits the rhythm section 
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Clears the gator pit.  The winter wind sings like 
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A choir of inbred children 

D         D/E  D/B  C         C 
 

 
    D        D/E  D/B   C         C 
The trails are desolate.  New flu tore through the 
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school but for some reason, she dodged it. This spot is miles out 
   D         D/E  D/B   C         C 
In wildfire-blackened barrens 
 

 
Am(add9)             D 
Dad said dinners at 6 
Am(add9) 
The same gray stir-fry 
     A7                C 
With veggies from the sad little garden 
 

 
D      D/E   D/B   C         C 
Last jump at dusk. She goes big. 
D      D/E   D/B   C         C 
Half seconds hesitation. 
D      D/E   D/B   C         C 
Disasters shadow liquefactive 
G 
She slams so hard 
  Eaug 
It ignites the stars 
 

 
Am7 
Light is leaking 
D 
Theres no pain 
Am(add9) 
The moments they have a way 
                          D 
Of annihilating what you pictured 
Am7 
Drink in darkness 
D 
It fills your shape 
         Am(add9) 
Electric epiphany 
                        D   D/C   D/B  D/A  G 
Jets of terror and understanding 


Break 1 
D      D/E   D/B   C         C     (x2) 


D        D/E    D/B     C         C 
Long ago spring lamb is 3 
D                        D/E       D/B    C         C 
It tastes metallic and it smells like drowning 
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Plucking burrs from her shins, the blood beads 
G 
And in the periphery 
    Eaug 
The shadow is gathering 
Am7 
Light is leaking 
D 
Theres no pain 
Am(add9) 
The moments they have a way 
                          D 
Of annihilating what you pictured 
Am7 
Drink in darkness 
D 
It fills your shape 
            Am(add9) 
Nothing can be the same 
                            D 
The wave functions slowly collapsing 
Am7 
Elevation 
D 
From here we see 
Am7 
The wreckage of history 
                          D 
Progress suspended and combusting 
Am7 
Human hungers 
D 
Satisfied 
                 Am7 
Moms breath in thunderheads 
                           D 
Little liebchen dont you cry 
 

Outro 
Am7   D   x4