Field Report - The Year of the Get You Alone

      SONG:   THE YEAR OF THE GET YOU ALONE
ARTIST: FIELD REPORT
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL:  GUITARZAN7@HOTMAIL.COM

          THE YEAR OF THE GET YOU ALONE
                  FIELD REPORT

CAPO: 1st FRET


INTRO: (FOR INTRO I PLAY THE 1st VERSE CHORDS QUICKLY
        FROM THE VERY BEGINNING OF THE SONG) 

D  Bm  D  Bm  Em  A  Em  A  D

VERSE:
D
In the year of the Get You Alone 
            Bm
I got you alone 
        D
And I showed you that I’d been drinking 
                 Bm
In a handful of words 
     Em
The lecture landed all kinds of places
             A
Places with vistas of buckthorn and tamarack. 
         Em
Can you measure remorse in invasive species? 
           A
Will they hang their heads and swear not to grow back?


CHORUS:
G             D   
  All my love 
Bm          A      F
  What have we become? 
 G              D
Crippled by joy 
Bm        A        D    (use Dsus4 and Dsus2  
  And pursuit thereof    also for variation)


VERSE:
        D
In the year of the Get You Alone 
               Bm
I got you on a boat 
    D
And I did all my drinking at home, 
                      Bm
before we got to the shore 
 Em
Don’t look down now, 
          A
But this water has a sinister motive 
      Em
It's carving out my confidence 
      A                 
And flooding my crumbling home


CHORUS:
G           D   
 All my love 
Bm          A     F
  What have we become? 
 G              D
Crippled by joy 
Bm        A        G    D   Bm  D   G   Em7
  And pursuit thereof


VERSE:
Bm
  Somebody's sleeping with director’s daughters 
D
And taking drugs I’ve never tried 
Bm
  I drink at home most days now
     D
And sometimes sleep with my wife 
Bm
   And I lost my job in a kitchen 
                        D
Guess I belong in this city’s withered arms 
Bm
Cradled in her unset broken ulna, 
             D
Spangled by dishwater tears 

Like silver bracelet charms
Em7
I don’t love her  

Like I love you 
           D
I’ve been saving up my money, 
       A
Gonna buy us a new car 
      Em7
This city 

She taught me a thing or two, 
    D
To take a ride from anyone 
                              
Going far, far, far away from 


CHORUS/OUTRO:
G            D
 All my love 
Bm          A      F
  What have we become? 
 G              D  
Crippled by joy 
Bm        F#m      G    D
  And pursuit thereof


====================== NO CAPO ========================


SONG:   THE YEAR OF THE GET YOU ALONE
ARTIST: FIELD REPORT
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL:  GUITARZAN7@HOTMAIL.COM

          THE YEAR OF THE GET YOU ALONE
                  FIELD REPORT

CAPO: NONE

INTRO: (FOR INTRO I PLAY THE 1st VERSE CHORDS QUICKLY
        FROM THE VERY BEGINNING OF THE SONG) 

Eb Cm  Eb Cm  Fm Bb  Fm Bb  Eb

VERSE:
Eb
In the year of the Get You Alone 
            Cm
I got you alone 
        Eb
And I showed you that I’d been drinking 
                 Cm
In a handful of words 
     Fm
The lecture landed all kinds of places
             Bb
Places with vistas of buckthorn and tamarack. 
         Fm
Can you measure remorse in invasive species? 
           Bb
Will they hang their heads and swear not to grow back?


CHORUS:
Ab            Eb
  All my love 
Cm          Bb     Gb
  What have we become? 
 Ab             Eb
Crippled by joy 
Cm        Bb       Eb   (use Ebsus4 and Ebsus2 
  And pursuit thereof    also for variation)


VERSE:
        Eb
In the year of the Get You Alone 
               Cm
I got you on a boat 
    Eb
And I did all my drinking at home, 
                      Cm
before we got to the shore 
 Fm
Don’t look down now, 
          Bb
But this water has a sinister motive 
      Fm
It's carving out my confidence 
      Bb
And flooding my crumbling home


CHORUS:
Ab          Eb
 All my love 
Cm          Bb    Gb
  What have we become? 
 Ab             Eb
Crippled by joy 
Cm        Bb       Ab   Eb  Cm  Eb  Ab  Fm7
  And pursuit thereof


VERSE:
Cm
  Somebody's sleeping with director’s daughters 
Eb
And taking drugs I’ve never tried 
Cm
  I drink at home most days now
     Eb
And sometimes sleep with my wife 
Cm
   And I lost my job in a kitchen 
                        Eb
Guess I belong in this city’s withered arms 
Cm
Cradled in her unset broken ulna, 
             Eb
Spangled by dishwater tears 

Like silver bracelet charms
Fm7
I don’t love her  

Like I love you 
           Eb
I’ve been saving up my money, 
       Bb
Gonna buy us a new car 
      Fm7
This city 

She taught me a thing or two, 
    Eb
To take a ride from anyone 
                              
Going far, far, far away from 


CHORUS/OUTRO:
Ab           Eb
 All my love 
Cm          Bb     Gb
  What have we become? 
 Ab             Eb
Crippled by joy 
Cm        Gm       Ab   Eb
  And pursuit thereof