Siberian Breaks

	 
Chords used:
Am     x02210
Cmaj7  x32000
Bbm    x13321
Cm     x35543
Amaj7  x02120
Em     022000
Gm     355333
C      x32010
Dm     xx0231
G      320003
F#     244322
D      xx0232
C#m    x46654
Bm     x24432
E      022100
Asus4  x02230
F#m    244222
A      x02220
Eb     x68886
Fm     133111
Bb     x13331
F      133211
F7     131211
G7     320001
Am/G   3x2210
A7     x02020
Dm7    xx0211
G#m    466444
PART 1 (00:00)
[Instrumentale]
Am Cmaj7 Am Cmaj7
Bbm Cm Bbm Cm
 
Amaj7
[Strophe]
Am           Cmaj7 
Sleep as the goer 
Am                          Cmaj7 
the bridge that watches the light speed through 
Bbm                 Cm 
and cries while the spirit stumbles 
Bbm                         Cm             Amaj7 
and inside missile for the protection of you 
Am         Cmaj7 
maybe it's silent 
Am                   Cmaj7 
the voice can't bear any more strain 
Bbm               Cm 
but speak without even knowing 
Bbm                 Cm 
and streams outside in the direction of truth
[Instrumentale]
Amaj7 Em
Amaj7 Em
[Tab]
e|-----------------|
B|-----------------|
G|-----2-----2---2-|
D|---2-----2---2---|
A|--4----5---------|
E|-----------------|
PART 2 (01:26)
[Strophe]
Gm         C                  Dm 
there's no reason, there's no secret to decode 
Gm           C                 Dm            G 
if you can't save it, leave it dying on the road 
Gm         C                 Dm 
wide open arms can feel so cold 
C 
so cold 
        Em       F# 
feel so cold
[Instrumentale]
D C#m Bm E
PART 3 (02:10)
[Strophe]
Asus4 (pick up and down) 
balance the books, the ledges, the loons 
Asus4                        F#m 
the disappointed look on the faces 
                   E 
that squint at the moon 
      C#m                 Bm 
let's see it with shadows enhance 
         C#m            D 
and then vote to decide who'll advance 
Asus4 
silver jet plane, making a turn 
                        F#m                          E 
exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn 
         C#m                 Bm 
it's not the life lesson I'd've guessed 
          C#m                   D 
if you're conscious you must be depressed 
Asus4                 C#m 
or at least cynical 
    Em 
but someone might still eat the steaks 
F# 
even if they're tough 
D 
spending the day 
C#m 
chewing the fat 
Bm                  E                  Asus4 
floating away isn't rough but it's not enough 
Asus4 
oh Marianne, pass me the joint, the sandpaper's tan 
F#m                         E 
go-getters are surfing the point 
    C#m                Bm 
and London's a scratch on the lens 
     C#m            D 
it's over before it begins 
Asus4 
silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders 
                      F#m                     E 
the older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick 
    C#m                       Bm 
but really there's no trip at all 
     C#m                 D 
that doesn't result in a fall 
     Asus4       C#m 
or a faltering 
    Em 
but something might spit out the bait 
F# 
even if it's real 
D 
rolling away 
C#m 
missing a spoke 
Bm                         E                  Asus4       C#m 
close to the ground like a wheel but it's not enough 
D 
holding the line 
C#m 
clutching the phone 
Bm                E                   Asus4 
nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right 
                  F# 
it's not right 
D 
smelling for blood 
C#m 
praying for rain 
Bm                 E                   Asus4 
running away isn't rough, but it's not enough
[Instrumentale]
A
PART 4 (04:56)
[Strophe]
Eb              Gm                    Cm       Fm      Cm 
the low tide is telling me, when it's over, 
Bb            Dm         Gm 
to breathe in everything exposed 
Eb                Gm            Cm       Fm      Cm 
and comes back to cover me in a blanket 
Bb           Dm              Gm 
being here's always changing tunes
[Instrumentale]
Cm Bb F F7
Dm G Am Gm
Em
PART 5 (06:08)
[Instrumentale]
Dm G7 Am Am/G Em A7 x4
[Strophe]
Dm        G7                   Am             Am/G   Em A7 
the empty sky surrounds me but I can't see at all 
Dm        G7               Am       Am/G   Em A7 
wide open arms can feel so cold 
Dm          G7                Am                 Am/G   Em A7 
and you can sit beside me and tell me what it's worth 
Dm           G7               Am     Am/G   Em A7 
but I hope I die before I get sold 
Dm           G7           Am      Am/G   Em A7 
I hope I die before I get sold 
Dm         G7               Am     Am/G   Em A7 
I'd rather die before I get sold
PART 6 (08:22)
[Strophe]
   Dm           C             G 
if you find the soul that you lost 
E          Am 
frozen in a starry void 
Dm      C                   G 
take it within and hope the sight of blood 
                  Cmaj7 
can will signs of life to return 
Dm          C           G 
back to the way that it was 
E              Am 
long before it made a noise 
Dm         C       G 
to keep on quietly reminding you 
             Cma7 
what's never created or destroyed
[Instrumentale]
Dm7   Cmaj7
Dm7
PART 7 (09:12)
[Strophe]
Am          Cmaj7 
wake as the swell peaks 
    Am                      Cmaj7 
the close-outs drowning the birds with roars 
Bbm                 Cm 
and howls scare the new unkindness 
     Bbm             Cm              Amaj7 
that picks and laughs at the carrion scene  
Am         Cmaj7 
forces you see breath can 
Am             Cmaj7 
always go into hiding 
Bbm              Cm 
and wait 'til it passes over 
Bbm                      Cm 
or stay far gone for all eternity
[Outro]
A   G#m
(repeat until end)