Chords for The Dismemberment Plan - "Ice Of Boston" (Live from 9:30 Club in Washington, DC)

_ _ _ [D#] _ [E] Oh, let's make the sound.
You guys ready?
We're [B] back.
_ [Em] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Ridiculous.
[B] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [C#] Yeah. _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ This is where Travis [B] loses a tune.
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [G#m] _ Pop open a [E] bottle of bubbly. _
_ [G#m] _ _ Here's to [E] another goddamn new year.
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ And outside [E] to a million drunk Bostonians
getting ready [B] to sing all Langtone out of tune.
[E]
Sit there in your [B] chair.
Look at the [E] clouds, orange for celebration.
_ [B] And I wonder if you're out [G#m] there. _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ Hey, the ice of Boston is muddy.
_ [G] And the black snow [F#] like bitten corn
right, [B] and I sip on it [F#] every time.
_ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _
_ [B] _ Pop open the [B] knife, bottle of [A] bubbly.
Yeah, and I go in the kitchen.
I take that bottle of [E] champagne.
I pour it in my head.
And I [B] feel a cascade through [E] my hair and down my chest.
[B] Well, the phone rings.
[E] _ And it's my [G#m] mother.
And she says, hi, [E] honey.
How's Boston?
And [G#m] I stand there all alone on New [E] Year's Eve.
But I'm just enough [B] champagne looking [G#m] at a bunch of strangers.
[E] Look at them looking at me, looking at them looking [B] at me.
And I say, I'm from [G#m] _ _
Washington.
[B] _ _ _ The ice of Boston [F#] is muddy.
[G] And the black snow [B] like bitten corn
right, and I slip on it every [E] time.
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ [F#] Hey, the ice of Boston is muddy.
And the black [B] snow like bitten corn
right, and I slip on it every time.
[G] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ [C#] _ [F#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] So I guess the party line [A] is I followed you up here.
[F#] _ _
I don't know about that.
_ _ _ Maybe [G#] because knowing about that would
have known I'm about as pathetic, ridiculous,
[B] and absolutely true thinking about myself.
I'd rather [A] not admit to you right now.
[B] _ I woke up at 8 AM [A] with the radio on, the Gladys [B] Knight,
the pitch song on.
But I should [Bm] rather live in his [A] world
than to live in a wrong world [Bm] alone.
And I laid there head spinning, [A] trying to fall asleep.
And I thought [B] to myself, oh, Gladys, girl, [G#] I love you.
But no, [F#] get away. _
Hey, [B] the ice of [F#] Boston is muddy. _
[G] And the black snow [F#] like bitten corn
right, and I slip on it every time.
_ [G] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ Hey, the ice of Boston is muddy.
And [G] the black snow [B] like bitten corn
right, [B] and I slip on it [E] every _ [G] time.
Thumbs up, [F#] thumbs _ _ up, thumbs _ _ up, _ _ [G#] thumbs up, _ [B] _ _ _ thumbs up, thumbs
up, thumbs up. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _