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/ Bright Eyes / Lifted or the Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground (2002) / Waste of Paint guitar tab

Tabbed by Jesse Kane-Hartnett 2003 (thenakedtruth2@hotmail.com)

Band: Bright Eyes
Title: Waste of Paint

Chords:

  EADGBe
C:030210
F:x03211
G:355433
C2:x35553



Intro: C-F-C-F

[C] I have a friend, he is [F] made mostly of [C] pain.[F] He wakes [C]up, drives to work,
and then [F]straight back home [C]again.[F][C] He once cut one of my [F]nightmares out of [C]paper.[F]
[C]I thought it was beautiful, I [F]put it on a record [C]cover.

[G]And I tried to tell him he had a [C2]sense [G]of color and composition so [C2]magnificent.

And he said [C2]"Thank you, [G]please but your [C2]flatte[G]ry is [C2]truly [G]not be[C2]coming [G]me.
Your [C2]eyes are [G]poor. You are [C2]blind. You [G]see, no [C2]beauty [G]could have [C2]come from [G]me.
I am a [C]*waste [F]of [C]breath, [F]of [C]space, [F]of [C]time.

* I find it easy to play a C barre chord here (C2) but use the same strumming pattern as in the verse.

(its the same from here on in, I'm wayyyy to lazy to do this for the whole song)


I knew a woman, she was dignified and true. Her love for her man was one of her many virtues.
Until one day, she found out that he had lied and decided the rest of her life,
from that point on would be a lie. But she was grateful for everything that had happened.
And she was anxious for all that would come next.  But then she wept.
What did you expect? In that big, old house with all those cars she kept.
"Oh!" and "such is life," she often said. With one day leading her to the next,
you get a little closer to your death, which was fine with her.
She never got upset and with all the days she may have left,
she would never clean another mess or fold his shirts or look her best.
She was free to waste away alone.
Last night, my brother he got drunk and drove. And this cop pulled him off to the side of the road.
And he said, "Officer! Officer! You have got the wrong man.
No, no, I'm a student of medicine, the son of a banker, you don't understand!"
The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful. And you carelessness,
it is something awful. And no, I can't just let you go. And though your father's name is known,
your decisions are yours alone. You are nothing but a stepping stone
on a path to debt, to loss, to shame."
The last few months I have been living with this couple.
Yeah, you know, the kind that buy everything in doubles.  They fit together, like a puzzle.
I love their love and I am thankful that someone actually
receives the prize that was promised by all those fairy tales that drugged us.
And they still do me. I'm sick, lonely, no laurel tree, just green envy.
Will my number come up eventually? Like Love is some kind of lottery,
where you can scratch and see what is underneath. It's "Sorry",
just one cherry, "Play Again." Get lucky.
So I have been hanging out down by the train's depot. No, I don't ride.
I just sit and watch the people there. They remind me of wind up cars in motion.
The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions.
And I want to scream out that it is all nonsense.
And that their lives are one track, and can't they see how it is all pointless?
But then, my knees give under me. My head feels weak and
suddenly it is clear to see that it is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity.
As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I have is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.
Sometimes I park my car down my the cathedral, where floodlights point up at the steeples.
Choir practice is filling up with people. I hear the sound escaping as an echo.
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle. When voices blend they sound like angels.
I hope there is still some room left in the middle.
But when I lift my voice up now to reach them. The range is too high, way up in heaven.
So I hold my tongue, forget the song, tie my shoe and start walking off.
And try to just keep moving on, with my broken heart and my absent God
and I have no faith but it is all I want, to be loved ad believe in my soul.


Bright Eyes albums
2005 I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning
2005 Digital Ash in a Digital Urn
2002 Lifted or the Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground
2000 A Collection of Songs: Recorded 1995-1997
2000 Fevers & Mirrors
1998 Letting Off the Happiness
Lifted or the Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground tabs
01Big Picture tabbass tab
02Method Acting tabbass tab
03False Advertising tabbass tab
05Lover I Don't Have to Love tabbass tab
06Bowl of Oranges tabbass tab
07Don't Know When But A Day Is Gonna Come tabbass tab
08Nothing Gets Crossed Out tabbass tab
09Make War tabbass tab
10Waste of Paint tabbass tab
11From a Balance Beam tabbass tab
12Laura Laurent tabbass tab

 

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