Okkervil River - Rider Chords

Standard Tuning:


Chords used:
    EADGBe
A:  002220
A2*:5542--
D:  000232
E:  022100


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Intro: D - A


Verse 1 chords:
D      A              D                  A             D           A
Baby's ball all blood red like flayed of pigs and silk soft little things
       D               A
Fill a house hung from strings
      E                     D          A
And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings
         E                   D         A              A2*
With the other sardines over cities of things mommies need
         E             D       A
Light as gas, and half-assedly free
     E            D           A                     
Like I was in nineteen ninety three


Verse 2 chords:
D        A                D          A             D              A
Over the ruins like we're staggering apes, what we get is what we take
     E                        D           A
In a split open place where a man can get kinged
     E         D         A             D           A
In a palace of panic and flames, where nobody gets blamed 
       E          D               A
By the tired, and broke down, and beat
       E             D           A
Sunken gardens where there was a street


Verse 3: use verse 1 chords
West over water I rambled and paced
and the blood river raced like the sweat down my face
And the stadium roared, and the warriors embraced
And the golden shore groaned beneath the weight of my tastes, and I blazed
In the last orange hours of the day
Until the dust hazed and hid us away


Bridge:
       D        A          D          A        E
Little baby, be brave, see dad riding over the rise
    D          A                D                A          E
His whole cavalcade through the crowd watch them run on all sides


Verse 4: use verse 1 chords
And the neon white branches, and the carrion fly on a congressman's eye
I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves
and left under a rock out on Rockaway Beach beneath the trees
I have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze
There's a hole in my throat, you can note my last wheeze if you need
And then take hold of the rope down we scream