Chords for Courtney Barnett - Elevator Operator - 3/17/2015 - Riverview Bungalow, Austin, TX
Tempo:
68.05 bpm
Chords used:
Db
Ab
B
Bbm
Abm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Db]
[Ab]
[Db] [Ab] Oliver Paul, 20 years [Db] old, thick head of hair, wore his skis, going [Ab] bald.
Wakes up at a quarter past [Db] nine, ferrobase his way down the 96 [Ab] tram line.
Breakfast on the run again, he's well [Db] aware he's dropping soil in seed,
Vegemite [Ab] crumbs everywhere.
[Db] [Ab] [Db]
[Ab] Feeling sick at the sight of his [Db] computer, he dodges his way through the swanson [Ab] commuters.
Rips off his tie, hands it to [Db] a homeless man, sleeping in the corner of a metro [Ab] bus,
Danny screams, I'm not going to work [Db] today, gonna count the minutes that the trains run [Ab] late.
Seat on the grass, building pyramids out of [Db] coke cans.
[Ab]
Headphone wielding to the Nicholas [Db] building,
he trips on a pothole that's not been [Ab] filled in.
He waits for an elevator, one to [Db] nine, a lady walks in and waits by his [Ab] side.
Heels are high and a baggy [Db] snake skin, hair pulled so tight you can see her [Ab] skeleton.
Thick as perfume on her [Db] breath, a tortoiseshell necklace between her [Ab] breasts.
She looks him up and down with a Botox [Db] crown, he's well used [Ab] to that look by now.
They elevate things and they awkwardly step in,
their fingers touch on the rooftop, don't jump little [Db] boy, don't jump.
I'm glad [Ab] you've got your whole life [Db] ahead of you,
still into [Ab] you, I'll give anything to accept.
[Db] [Ab] He said, I think you're projecting the way that you're [Db] feeling.
I'm not suicidal, just idling [Ab] insignificantly.
I come up here for perception and [Db] clarity.
I like to imagine I'm playing [Ab] SimCity, all the people look like answer mafia.
Now in the winds the only traffic you can hear.
He said, all I ever wanted to be was an elevator operator, [Db] can you help me please?
Don't [Ab] jump little boy, don't jump off that roof.
You've got your whole [Db] life ahead of you, still into you, [Ab] I'll give anything [Db] to have
skin like you.
[Ab] [Db]
[Ab] Don't jump little [Db] boy, don't jump off [Ab] that roof.
You've got your whole life ahead of [Db] you, still into you, [Ab] I'll give anything to have skin like you.
[Db]
[Bbm] [B]
[Ab] [B]
[Ab] [Db] [Abm]
[E]
[G] Thanks.
[N]
[Ab]
[Db] [Ab] Oliver Paul, 20 years [Db] old, thick head of hair, wore his skis, going [Ab] bald.
Wakes up at a quarter past [Db] nine, ferrobase his way down the 96 [Ab] tram line.
Breakfast on the run again, he's well [Db] aware he's dropping soil in seed,
Vegemite [Ab] crumbs everywhere.
[Db] [Ab] [Db]
[Ab] Feeling sick at the sight of his [Db] computer, he dodges his way through the swanson [Ab] commuters.
Rips off his tie, hands it to [Db] a homeless man, sleeping in the corner of a metro [Ab] bus,
Danny screams, I'm not going to work [Db] today, gonna count the minutes that the trains run [Ab] late.
Seat on the grass, building pyramids out of [Db] coke cans.
[Ab]
Headphone wielding to the Nicholas [Db] building,
he trips on a pothole that's not been [Ab] filled in.
He waits for an elevator, one to [Db] nine, a lady walks in and waits by his [Ab] side.
Heels are high and a baggy [Db] snake skin, hair pulled so tight you can see her [Ab] skeleton.
Thick as perfume on her [Db] breath, a tortoiseshell necklace between her [Ab] breasts.
She looks him up and down with a Botox [Db] crown, he's well used [Ab] to that look by now.
They elevate things and they awkwardly step in,
their fingers touch on the rooftop, don't jump little [Db] boy, don't jump.
I'm glad [Ab] you've got your whole life [Db] ahead of you,
still into [Ab] you, I'll give anything to accept.
[Db] [Ab] He said, I think you're projecting the way that you're [Db] feeling.
I'm not suicidal, just idling [Ab] insignificantly.
I come up here for perception and [Db] clarity.
I like to imagine I'm playing [Ab] SimCity, all the people look like answer mafia.
Now in the winds the only traffic you can hear.
He said, all I ever wanted to be was an elevator operator, [Db] can you help me please?
Don't [Ab] jump little boy, don't jump off that roof.
You've got your whole [Db] life ahead of you, still into you, [Ab] I'll give anything [Db] to have
skin like you.
[Ab] [Db]
[Ab] Don't jump little [Db] boy, don't jump off [Ab] that roof.
You've got your whole life ahead of [Db] you, still into you, [Ab] I'll give anything to have skin like you.
[Db]
[Bbm] [B]
[Ab] [B]
[Ab] [Db] [Abm]
[E]
[G] Thanks.
[N]
Key:
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Ab
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Abm
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B
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ [Ab] Oliver Paul, 20 years [Db] old, thick head of hair, wore his skis, going [Ab] bald.
Wakes up at a quarter past [Db] nine, ferrobase his way down the 96 [Ab] tram line.
Breakfast on the run again, he's well [Db] aware he's dropping soil in seed,
Vegemite [Ab] crumbs everywhere. _
[Db] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Db] _ _
[Ab] Feeling sick at the sight of his [Db] computer, he dodges his way through the swanson [Ab] commuters.
Rips off his tie, hands it to [Db] a homeless man, sleeping in the corner of a metro [Ab] bus,
Danny screams, I'm not going to work [Db] today, gonna count the minutes that the trains run [Ab] late.
Seat on the grass, building pyramids out of [Db] coke cans.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ Headphone wielding to the Nicholas [Db] building,
he trips on a pothole that's not been [Ab] filled in.
He waits for an elevator, one to [Db] nine, a lady walks in and waits by his [Ab] side.
Heels are high and a baggy [Db] snake skin, hair pulled so tight you can see her [Ab] skeleton.
Thick as perfume on her [Db] breath, a tortoiseshell necklace between her [Ab] breasts.
She looks him up and down with a Botox [Db] crown, he's well used [Ab] to that look by now.
They elevate things and they awkwardly step in,
their fingers touch on the rooftop, don't jump little [Db] boy, don't jump.
I'm glad [Ab] you've got your whole life [Db] ahead of you,
still into [Ab] you, I'll give anything to accept. _
_ _ [Db] _ [Ab] He said, I think you're projecting the way that you're [Db] feeling.
I'm not suicidal, just idling [Ab] insignificantly.
I come up here for perception and [Db] clarity.
I like to imagine I'm playing [Ab] SimCity, all the people look like answer mafia.
Now in the winds the only traffic you can hear.
He said, all I ever wanted to be was an elevator operator, [Db] can you help me please?
Don't [Ab] jump little boy, don't jump off that roof.
You've got your whole [Db] life ahead of you, still into you, [Ab] I'll give anything [Db] to have
skin like you.
[Ab] _ [Db] _
_ [Ab] Don't jump little [Db] boy, don't jump off [Ab] that roof.
You've got your whole life ahead of [Db] you, still into you, [Ab] I'll give anything to have skin like you.
_ [Db] _ _ _
[Bbm] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ [B] _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[G] Thanks.
[N] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ [Ab] Oliver Paul, 20 years [Db] old, thick head of hair, wore his skis, going [Ab] bald.
Wakes up at a quarter past [Db] nine, ferrobase his way down the 96 [Ab] tram line.
Breakfast on the run again, he's well [Db] aware he's dropping soil in seed,
Vegemite [Ab] crumbs everywhere. _
[Db] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Db] _ _
[Ab] Feeling sick at the sight of his [Db] computer, he dodges his way through the swanson [Ab] commuters.
Rips off his tie, hands it to [Db] a homeless man, sleeping in the corner of a metro [Ab] bus,
Danny screams, I'm not going to work [Db] today, gonna count the minutes that the trains run [Ab] late.
Seat on the grass, building pyramids out of [Db] coke cans.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ Headphone wielding to the Nicholas [Db] building,
he trips on a pothole that's not been [Ab] filled in.
He waits for an elevator, one to [Db] nine, a lady walks in and waits by his [Ab] side.
Heels are high and a baggy [Db] snake skin, hair pulled so tight you can see her [Ab] skeleton.
Thick as perfume on her [Db] breath, a tortoiseshell necklace between her [Ab] breasts.
She looks him up and down with a Botox [Db] crown, he's well used [Ab] to that look by now.
They elevate things and they awkwardly step in,
their fingers touch on the rooftop, don't jump little [Db] boy, don't jump.
I'm glad [Ab] you've got your whole life [Db] ahead of you,
still into [Ab] you, I'll give anything to accept. _
_ _ [Db] _ [Ab] He said, I think you're projecting the way that you're [Db] feeling.
I'm not suicidal, just idling [Ab] insignificantly.
I come up here for perception and [Db] clarity.
I like to imagine I'm playing [Ab] SimCity, all the people look like answer mafia.
Now in the winds the only traffic you can hear.
He said, all I ever wanted to be was an elevator operator, [Db] can you help me please?
Don't [Ab] jump little boy, don't jump off that roof.
You've got your whole [Db] life ahead of you, still into you, [Ab] I'll give anything [Db] to have
skin like you.
[Ab] _ [Db] _
_ [Ab] Don't jump little [Db] boy, don't jump off [Ab] that roof.
You've got your whole life ahead of [Db] you, still into you, [Ab] I'll give anything to have skin like you.
_ [Db] _ _ _
[Bbm] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ [B] _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[G] Thanks.
[N] _ _ _ _