Chords for Slaughter Beach, Dog - Black Oak
Tempo:
94.1 bpm
Chords used:
G
Em
A
E
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Deep inside the country, he went out for some air amid an awful night of eating household
objects on a dare.
[G] A tea towel, a handful of refrigerator magnets, and a watch.
He staggered through the mudroom, got sick out in the street.
The towel in tiny pieces, magnetic letters neat and now arranged in such a way that they
should spell his lover's name.
And time was of the essence.
The engine turning over, the summons in the shop.
He could not recall the number, but he knew it was a lot.
His belly warm with drink, he leaned into the freeway in the night, investigating exit
ramps, waiting for a sign, scanning up the AM band, sliding down the vine.
He felt his stomach turn again and pulled off in the park.
She was standing in black oak, carving poems on the bark.
[Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G]
Planted in the cafe, her bloodied saber drawn, marking up the manuscript hard against the [G] dawn.
She turns on the recorder and pulls a nervous breath before he speaks.
7 AM Tuesday, January 9.
Realizing this may put my career on the line.
The cafe man approaches with a corny thumb and tells her, it's for you.
Somewhere in the static, a disembodied voice.
The circumstances changed.
She will not have a choice.
The line dies, crackles soft, then sputters back to life.
They found him at the black oak.
They dug him up last night.
[Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G] 7 AM Tuesday, January 9.
[Em] The man is gone.
[A]
[G] He's gone.
[Em]
[G] [E] [G]
[Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[C] [G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G] He's gone.
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[G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [A] [G]
[Em]
[G] [Em] He's
[G] [Em] gone.
He's gone.
[C] [G] [Em] [A] He's
[G] [Em] gone.
[G] He's [Em] gone.
[G] He's gone. He's gone. [Em] He's gone.
[G] [E] He's gone.
[G]
[Em]
[G] [Em] He's gone.
[G] He's [Em]
[G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em] gone.
[G] the
[Em] [G] [Em]
[G] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G] [E] [N]
objects on a dare.
[G] A tea towel, a handful of refrigerator magnets, and a watch.
He staggered through the mudroom, got sick out in the street.
The towel in tiny pieces, magnetic letters neat and now arranged in such a way that they
should spell his lover's name.
And time was of the essence.
The engine turning over, the summons in the shop.
He could not recall the number, but he knew it was a lot.
His belly warm with drink, he leaned into the freeway in the night, investigating exit
ramps, waiting for a sign, scanning up the AM band, sliding down the vine.
He felt his stomach turn again and pulled off in the park.
She was standing in black oak, carving poems on the bark.
[Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G]
Planted in the cafe, her bloodied saber drawn, marking up the manuscript hard against the [G] dawn.
She turns on the recorder and pulls a nervous breath before he speaks.
7 AM Tuesday, January 9.
Realizing this may put my career on the line.
The cafe man approaches with a corny thumb and tells her, it's for you.
Somewhere in the static, a disembodied voice.
The circumstances changed.
She will not have a choice.
The line dies, crackles soft, then sputters back to life.
They found him at the black oak.
They dug him up last night.
[Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G] 7 AM Tuesday, January 9.
[Em] The man is gone.
[A]
[G] He's gone.
[Em]
[G] [E] [G]
[Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[C] [G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G] He's gone.
[Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [A] [G]
[Em]
[G] [Em] He's
[G] [Em] gone.
He's gone.
[C] [G] [Em] [A] He's
[G] [Em] gone.
[G] He's [Em] gone.
[G] He's gone. He's gone. [Em] He's gone.
[G] [E] He's gone.
[G]
[Em]
[G] [Em] He's gone.
[G] He's [Em]
[G] [Em] [A]
[G] [Em] gone.
[G] the
[Em] [G] [Em]
[G] [A]
[G] [Em]
[G] [E] [N]
Key:
G
Em
A
E
C
G
Em
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Deep inside the country, he went out for some air amid an awful night of eating household
objects on a dare.
[G] A tea towel, a handful of refrigerator magnets, and a watch. _ _ _ _ _ _
He staggered through the mudroom, got sick out in the street.
The towel in tiny pieces, magnetic letters neat and now arranged in such a way that they
should spell his lover's name. _
_ And time was of the essence. _ _
The engine turning over, the summons in the shop.
He could not recall the number, but he knew it was a lot.
His belly warm with drink, he leaned into the freeway in the night, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ investigating exit
ramps, waiting for a sign, scanning up the AM band, sliding down the vine.
He felt his stomach turn again and pulled off in the park.
She was standing in black oak, carving poems on the bark. _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Planted in the cafe, her bloodied saber drawn, _ marking up the manuscript hard against the [G] dawn.
She turns on the recorder and pulls a nervous breath before he speaks. _ _ _ _ _ _
7 AM Tuesday, _ January 9. _
Realizing this may put my career on the line.
The cafe man approaches with a corny thumb and tells her, it's for you. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Somewhere in the static, a disembodied voice.
The circumstances changed.
She will not have a choice.
The line dies, crackles soft, then sputters back to life.
They found him at the black oak.
They dug him up last night.
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _
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[G] _ _ 7 AM Tuesday, January 9.
[Em] The man is gone.
[A] _
[G] He's gone.
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _ _
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[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _
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[G] _ He's gone.
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[G] _ _ _ _ [Em] He's _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Em] gone.
_ He's gone.
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ [A] He's _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ gone.
[G] He's _ _ [Em] gone. _ _
[G] He's gone. He's gone. [Em] _ He's gone.
[G] _ _ _ [E] He's gone.
[G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Em] He's gone. _
[G] He's _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Em] gone. _ _ _
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_ [G] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [N] _ _
Deep inside the country, he went out for some air amid an awful night of eating household
objects on a dare.
[G] A tea towel, a handful of refrigerator magnets, and a watch. _ _ _ _ _ _
He staggered through the mudroom, got sick out in the street.
The towel in tiny pieces, magnetic letters neat and now arranged in such a way that they
should spell his lover's name. _
_ And time was of the essence. _ _
The engine turning over, the summons in the shop.
He could not recall the number, but he knew it was a lot.
His belly warm with drink, he leaned into the freeway in the night, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ investigating exit
ramps, waiting for a sign, scanning up the AM band, sliding down the vine.
He felt his stomach turn again and pulled off in the park.
She was standing in black oak, carving poems on the bark. _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Planted in the cafe, her bloodied saber drawn, _ marking up the manuscript hard against the [G] dawn.
She turns on the recorder and pulls a nervous breath before he speaks. _ _ _ _ _ _
7 AM Tuesday, _ January 9. _
Realizing this may put my career on the line.
The cafe man approaches with a corny thumb and tells her, it's for you. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Somewhere in the static, a disembodied voice.
The circumstances changed.
She will not have a choice.
The line dies, crackles soft, then sputters back to life.
They found him at the black oak.
They dug him up last night.
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[G] _ _ 7 AM Tuesday, January 9.
[Em] The man is gone.
[A] _
[G] He's gone.
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[G] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _ _
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[G] _ He's gone.
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[G] _ _ _ _ [Em] He's _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Em] gone.
_ He's gone.
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ [A] He's _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ gone.
[G] He's _ _ [Em] gone. _ _
[G] He's gone. He's gone. [Em] _ He's gone.
[G] _ _ _ [E] He's gone.
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[G] _ _ _ [Em] He's gone. _
[G] He's _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ [Em] gone. _ _ _
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