Chords for Talk to Her
Tempo:
87.5 bpm
Chords used:
C
Ab
Gm
Fm
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[C]
[G]
[C]
[G]
[C]
[Gm]
[C]
[Gm] It all [C] comes and goes and waits.
Everything looks the same.
[Gm] The cornfields, the cows, the flies, [C] the musky air [Gm] that fills our rows and permeates even
through the ash-infested vents [Ab] from the fires, [Am] eating away at the barks of trees like this
moment, eating away at the last dose of [C] happiness lingering on the dust of our bones.
The other night, wrapped in crispy motel sheets, [Gm] they clenched my body and pretended I was
an [C] embryo in my mother's womb.
It was the only source of [Gm] warmth and comfort that could sing me to sleep.
[Ab] [Am]
[Ab] But now, I see the [Am] sheep out the window on green pastures.
I hope they have water.
[Eb] I sometimes imagine myself being reincarnated [Em] as one and jumping over these low wire fences to [Fm] freedom.
I wonder how far I could make it without a [Bb] human catching me, taming me, bringing [Fm] me
back to their living painting of [Bb] life to look at as they wash the dishes [Em]
smeared with my
mother's milk that they [C] stole from me.
[Db]
[D] It's raining, finally, and [C] the van is slowly drifting into the [Db] other lane.
Eddie is [Dm] driving.
Everyone else is asleep,
[Ab] sometimes coming up [Am] for air, their head poking up like groundhogs
before sinking back into their holes.
[Ab] [Am]
But it's not all dark and grim.
[Eb]
There are moments of hope.
They come [Em] to me when it's quiet.
They come to me when everyone [Fm] is synced in their levels of happy, which doesn't happen [Bb] often.
And when it does, it's nice.
[Fm]
[Bb] [Gm]
I wonder if we'll look back and think [Em] that these miles of cornfields, these [Fm] anguished
breaths, these forced smiles,
[Bb] these moments when we're gone, the momentary calms, [Fm] the
thousands of little bugs pressed against our [Bb] windshields, were all worth [C] it.
[G]
[F]
[Ab] [Abm]
[Eb]
[Db] [C]
[G] [C]
[G]
[F]
[Ab] [Abm] [Eb]
[Ab]
[C]
[Ab]
[G]
[C]
[G]
[C]
[Gm]
[C]
[Gm] It all [C] comes and goes and waits.
Everything looks the same.
[Gm] The cornfields, the cows, the flies, [C] the musky air [Gm] that fills our rows and permeates even
through the ash-infested vents [Ab] from the fires, [Am] eating away at the barks of trees like this
moment, eating away at the last dose of [C] happiness lingering on the dust of our bones.
The other night, wrapped in crispy motel sheets, [Gm] they clenched my body and pretended I was
an [C] embryo in my mother's womb.
It was the only source of [Gm] warmth and comfort that could sing me to sleep.
[Ab] [Am]
[Ab] But now, I see the [Am] sheep out the window on green pastures.
I hope they have water.
[Eb] I sometimes imagine myself being reincarnated [Em] as one and jumping over these low wire fences to [Fm] freedom.
I wonder how far I could make it without a [Bb] human catching me, taming me, bringing [Fm] me
back to their living painting of [Bb] life to look at as they wash the dishes [Em]
smeared with my
mother's milk that they [C] stole from me.
[Db]
[D] It's raining, finally, and [C] the van is slowly drifting into the [Db] other lane.
Eddie is [Dm] driving.
Everyone else is asleep,
[Ab] sometimes coming up [Am] for air, their head poking up like groundhogs
before sinking back into their holes.
[Ab] [Am]
But it's not all dark and grim.
[Eb]
There are moments of hope.
They come [Em] to me when it's quiet.
They come to me when everyone [Fm] is synced in their levels of happy, which doesn't happen [Bb] often.
And when it does, it's nice.
[Fm]
[Bb] [Gm]
I wonder if we'll look back and think [Em] that these miles of cornfields, these [Fm] anguished
breaths, these forced smiles,
[Bb] these moments when we're gone, the momentary calms, [Fm] the
thousands of little bugs pressed against our [Bb] windshields, were all worth [C] it.
[G]
[F]
[Ab] [Abm]
[Eb]
[Db] [C]
[G] [C]
[G]
[F]
[Ab] [Abm] [Eb]
[Ab]
[C]
[Ab]
Key:
C
Ab
Gm
Fm
Bb
C
Ab
Gm
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ It all [C] comes and goes and waits.
_ Everything looks the same.
[Gm] The cornfields, the cows, the flies, [C] _ _ _ the musky air [Gm] that fills our rows and permeates even
through the ash-infested vents [Ab] from the fires, _ [Am] eating away at the barks of trees like this
moment, eating away at the last dose of [C] happiness lingering on the dust of our bones.
_ The other night, wrapped in crispy motel sheets, [Gm] they clenched my body and pretended I was
an [C] embryo in my mother's womb.
It was the only source of [Gm] warmth and comfort that could sing me to sleep. _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
[Ab] But now, I see the [Am] sheep out the window on green pastures.
I hope they have water. _
[Eb] I sometimes imagine myself being reincarnated [Em] as one and jumping over these low wire fences to [Fm] freedom.
_ I wonder how far I could make it without a [Bb] human catching me, taming me, bringing [Fm] me
back to their living painting of [Bb] life to look at as they wash the dishes _ [Em]
smeared with my
mother's milk that they [C] stole from me. _
_ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
[D] It's raining, finally, and [C] the van is slowly drifting into the [Db] other lane.
Eddie is [Dm] driving.
_ Everyone else is asleep, _
[Ab] sometimes coming up [Am] for air, their head poking up like groundhogs
before sinking back into their holes. _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ But it's not all dark and grim.
[Eb] _
There are moments of hope.
_ They come [Em] to me when it's quiet.
They come to me when everyone [Fm] is synced in their levels of happy, which doesn't happen [Bb] often.
And when it does, it's nice.
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
I wonder if we'll look back and think [Em] that these miles of cornfields, these [Fm] anguished
breaths, these forced smiles, _
[Bb] these moments when we're gone, the momentary calms, [Fm] the
thousands of little bugs pressed against our [Bb] windshields, _ _ were all worth [C] it. _ _ _ _
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[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
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[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ It all [C] comes and goes and waits.
_ Everything looks the same.
[Gm] The cornfields, the cows, the flies, [C] _ _ _ the musky air [Gm] that fills our rows and permeates even
through the ash-infested vents [Ab] from the fires, _ [Am] eating away at the barks of trees like this
moment, eating away at the last dose of [C] happiness lingering on the dust of our bones.
_ The other night, wrapped in crispy motel sheets, [Gm] they clenched my body and pretended I was
an [C] embryo in my mother's womb.
It was the only source of [Gm] warmth and comfort that could sing me to sleep. _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
[Ab] But now, I see the [Am] sheep out the window on green pastures.
I hope they have water. _
[Eb] I sometimes imagine myself being reincarnated [Em] as one and jumping over these low wire fences to [Fm] freedom.
_ I wonder how far I could make it without a [Bb] human catching me, taming me, bringing [Fm] me
back to their living painting of [Bb] life to look at as they wash the dishes _ [Em]
smeared with my
mother's milk that they [C] stole from me. _
_ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
[D] It's raining, finally, and [C] the van is slowly drifting into the [Db] other lane.
Eddie is [Dm] driving.
_ Everyone else is asleep, _
[Ab] sometimes coming up [Am] for air, their head poking up like groundhogs
before sinking back into their holes. _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ But it's not all dark and grim.
[Eb] _
There are moments of hope.
_ They come [Em] to me when it's quiet.
They come to me when everyone [Fm] is synced in their levels of happy, which doesn't happen [Bb] often.
And when it does, it's nice.
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
I wonder if we'll look back and think [Em] that these miles of cornfields, these [Fm] anguished
breaths, these forced smiles, _
[Bb] these moments when we're gone, the momentary calms, [Fm] the
thousands of little bugs pressed against our [Bb] windshields, _ _ were all worth [C] it. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
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[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
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