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Mouth Like A Magazine - Showbread
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Tabbed by: Jeremy DeLaPorte
Email: blackhawk919@hotmail.com
Tuning:Standard (EADGBe)
Intro/Chorus:
e|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-66-X-666-X-666-X-4/66---------------------------------|
A|-44-X-444-X-444-X-2/44----44-X-444-X-444-X-24----------|
E|-----------------------2b-22-X-222-X-222-X-02----------|
Play this for the intro and chorus through the whole song.The Intro is clean and
Chorus has light distortion.
Bridge:
e|-------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------44444--44444--------------66666--66666---|
A|-44444--44444-22222-222222-22222--22222-44444-444444---|
E|-22222-222222--------------00000-000000----------------|
Play once through with distortion then play the chorus again.
Outro:
e|--------------------x3|---|
B|--------------------x3|---|
G|--------------------x3|---|
D|-666666666--4-6-4---x3|---|
A|-444444444-4-----4--x3|-6-|
E|--------------------x3|-4-|
Intro x1
Chorus
Bridge x1
Outro x1
Lyrics:
Turning over in interrupted slumber,
You ponder others, growing ever wakeful.
You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom,
To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful.
Now on the phone 'cause your boyfriend can't read,
Reflecting onto you is all the bitterness you need.
So unhappy, yet so preoccupied,
Never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied.
Your eulogy is like poetry, but your mouth is like a magazine.
Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused,
You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse.
Virtue isnt tangible, and sense of self is dated,
Name constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated.
Your spine is made of metal, Your veins are bound in electric tape.
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face.
You cough up an offering and forget which words are lies,
then your skull echoes a singeing pop as your brain is cauterized.
Within the walls I hear all of its legs,
There must be so many to carry it over our heads.
Seething and unsettled and oh such a let down,
And now these rusting spokes inside my head are making such a grating sound.
| b bend
| / slide up
| slide down
| h hammer-on
| p pull-off
| ~ vibrato
| + harmonic
| x Mute note
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