Decemberists - Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect (Second Version)
 Decemberists - Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect Second Version: chords and tabs for the song. Watch chords and tablatures for all songs of the singer (group) Decemberists. Other chords and tabs for the "Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect" can find at the bottom of the page. Adding to and consolidating the other tabs. Standard tuning. No capo. Pt 1 e|-----------0--------------0---------0----| B|--0------------0-----3---------3---------| G|-------0---------------------------------| D|---------------------0-------------------| A|--3--------------------------------------| E|-----------------------------------------| Pt 2 e|-----------0-----------------------------| B|--0------------0-----3----1----0---------| G|-------0-----------------------------0---| D|---------------------0-------------------| A|--3--------------------------------------| E|-----------------------------------------| INTRO = Pt 1 x4 VERSE = [Pt 1 x7 + Pt 2 x1] x2 CHORUS Dus2 Cmaj7 Dsus2 And try one, and try two Cmaj7 Dsus2 Guess it always comes down to Cmaj7 Dsus2 Cmaj7 Pt 1 x4 All right, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way Dsus2 Cmaj7 e|-0-| |-0-| B|-3-| |-0-| G|-2-| |-0-| D|-0-| |-2-| A|---| |-3-| E|---| |---| *the extra parts of the last chorus also use the chords, and don't break into Pt 1 until "way" at the very end. LYRICS And here I dreamt I was a soldier And I marched the streets of Birkenau And I recall in spring The perfume that the air would bring To the indolent town Where the barkers call the moon down The carnival was ringing loudly now And just to lay with you There's nothing that I wouldn't do Save lay my rifle down And try one, and try two Guess it always comes down to All right, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way And I am nothing of a builder But here I dreamt I was an architect And I built this balustrade To keep you home, to keep you safe But the angles and the corners Even though my work is unparalleled They never seemed to meet This structure fell about our feet And we were free to go And try one, and try two Guess it always comes down to All right, okay, guess it's better to turn this way And here in Spain I am a Spaniard I will be buried with my marionettes Countess and courtesan Have fallen beneath my tender hand When their husbands were not around But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend Or are you furrowed like a lioness And we are vagabonds We travel without seatbelts on We live this close to death And try one, and try two Guess it always comes down to All right, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this But I won, so you lose Guess it always comes down to All right, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way |
