of Montreal - She Ain't Speakin' Now

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                     SHE AIN'T SPEAKIN' NOW - OF MONTREAL
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Created by: dcolspector

Many of the chords are barred, so play around with different inversions and shapes. For instance, try
the Bb into C in the verses as E shapes (on the 6th and 8th frets, respectively). Use that same Bb 
shape when it is used alongside the Fmaj7 (which I notated just below this – it is the Cmaj7 shape on
the 5th fret).

C#maj7/F - 143111
Fmaj7 - 587555
Dm - 557765

Am   Am/G   Bb    A7   

Dm   Dsus2  Dm    Dm7    Dm    Dsus2    Dm   (Only a hammer-on for the non-Dm chords)

C#maj7/F
   Like some sepulchral tableaux,
                         F
I sit frozen holding your hand.
           C#maj7/F
Though I’m trying to think only,
                        C
Positive thoughts I understand.

Bb
  That this tomorrow,
       Fmaj7
May not be the tomorrow that,
Bb                   Fmaj7
   Your eviscerating suffering will end, oh.
Bb                      C
   Will you ever be yourself again?

Single notes – [F   G   F   A   D   F   G]

Gmaj

F
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
    Gm          F
She ain’t doin' well.
    A                       Dm          F   Gm
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless.
    G                   C
Her psyche's cracked or, anyhow,
    Am             Bb     A
She ain't speakin' now.

Dm   Dsus2   Dm    Dm7    Dm    Dsus2    Dm   (Only a hammer-on for the non-Dm chords)

Nightfall, like some leaden sea,
Dilates as I hold vigil by your bed.
Watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head.

I can't repel the snaking veil of morbidity,
That's disfiguring the seraph of your face.
Oh, the organism's been debased.

Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain’t doin' well,
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Her psyche's shattered or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.

A
  You scream that the books are falling off the shelves onto you, but,
F                        G
    I can't see them.
E
  Your hallucination ravings, I'm writing them all down so,
Bb
  You can read them,
          C
When your mind no longer aches and your febrility breaks.

Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain’t doin' well.
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless,
Her psyche's cracked or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.

Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain’t doin' well.
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless,
Her psyche's shattered or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.

Dm