Starry Stairs
E A D G B e | |
|---|---|
| A | x 0 2 2 2 0 |
| A7 | 0 0 2 0 2 0 |
| Bm | x x 0 4 3 2 |
| Bm/A | x 0 4 4 3 2 |
| Bsus2 | x x 4 4 2 2 |
| D | x x 0 2 3 2 |
| Em | 0 2 2 0 0 0 |
| Em/F♯ | 0 2 4 0 0 0 |
| F♯m | 2 4 4 2 2 2 |
| F♯m7 | x 0 4 2 2 0 |
| G | 3 2 0 0 0 3 |
based off of live acoustic performances.
Fill1:
e |——————————————————————————0—————— B |——————————————————————————2—————— G |——2/4——2————————————————2———————— D |————————————4———0———4———2———————— A |——————————————————————————0—————— E |—————————————————————————————————
FIll2:
e |——————————————————————————————————————————— B |——————————————————————————————————————————— G |—————————————0——0——————0——————0————————0——— D |———0—0——————0h2——————2/4/2——0——0————0—————— A |———0h2————————————————————————————2———————— E |———————————————————————————————————————————
Intro / Verse:
D Bm Bsus2 F♯m Bm/A A G
Em/F♯ Em D A F♯m7 A F♯m7 A G
They asked for
D
more;
more;
Bm
What do you
Bsus2
think this
think this
F♯m
fanclub is
fanclub is
Bm/A
for?
for?
A
I slithered
G
up each rose corri
up each rose corri
Em/F♯
dor,
dor,
Em
I kept a
D
warm, safe place at my
warm, safe place at my
A
core,
core,
F♯m7
A
F♯m7
A
before I
G
lost it.
lost it.
They asked for
D
blood;
blood;
Bm
What do you
Bsus2
think this
think this
F♯m
woman’s made
woman’s made
Bm/A
of?
of?
A
I stuck a
G
small, thin pin in my
small, thin pin in my
Em/F♯
thumb.
thumb.
Em
They dreamt a
D
low, long line to be
low, long line to be
A
crossed—
crossed—
F♯m7
A
F♯m7
A
and I
G
crossed it.
crossed it.
I’m aliv
A
e, b
e, b
F♯m7
ut a d-
ut a d-
A7
ifferent
ifferent
A
kind of a
kind of a
D
live
live
than the
Fill1
way I used to be.
way I used to be.
F♯m7
A
F♯m7
A
G
Fill2
I re
A
tire
tire
F♯m7
to a
to a
A7
split white
split white
A
smile to be
smile to be
D
seen
seen
in an
Fill1
old stag magazine.
old stag magazine.
F♯m7
A
F♯m7
A
G
And this girl’s eyes,
when they were roughly wrenched open,
I could see a starry stair up your thigh.
You hid behind your hair (oh, but I saw you were smiling),
while all these guys, all these curious sets of eyes,
safe behind a TV screen,
I let them pry,
pick apart, and hang out to dry
almost every piece of me.
(If you don’t love me, I’m sorry)
Oh, what a trip.
Oh, what a shimmering silver ship.
Oh, what a hot half-life I half-lived.
And the stripes and stars,
how they stripped off of the siding
when my life ripped off from the part that played as a kid
into the part that blazed through your lids
to find a warm, safe place and to sit,
curled up, inside it.
So here’s “goodbye,”
from the part that stays behind
to the part that has to leave,
to the sublime lips that were never spoiled
by a line, to the face inside the beam,
who wasn’t me.
A
F♯m7
A
F♯m7
A
G
Fill2
Who wasn’t me
She’s not me
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