Decemberists - Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
2
4
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
2
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
X
3
4
2
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
4
3
2
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
4
2
3
1
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
3
3
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
1
X

Dsus2

variations
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
4
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
1
1
2
4
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
2
1
1
3
4
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
1
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
1
1
1
X
X
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
1
2
4
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

C7M D9sus2 C7M D9sus2

C7M And here I D9sus2dreamt I was a C7Msoldier D9sus2 And I marched the streets of Birkenau And I recall in spring the perfume that the air would bring To the C7Mindolent town D9sus2 C7M D9sus2 C7M D9sus2 Where the barkers called 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
           B--3--1--0------
Cmaj7      G-----------2---
           D--0--0--0--0---
Dsus2And try one, C7M and try two Guess it always comes down to Alright, well okay Dsus2 Guess it’s C7Mbetter to turn this C7Mway... D9sus2 C7M D9sus2 C7M D9sus2 C7M D9sus2 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 From the outside world But the angles and the corners Even though my work is unparalleled They never seemed to meet, the structure fell about our feet And we were free to go And try one, and try two, guess it always comes down to Alright, well 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 courtesans will fall beneath my tender hand When their husbands are not around But you my soiled teenage girlfriend Though you are 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 Alright, well okay, guess it’s better to turn this Well I won, and you lose, guess it always comes down to The alright, it’s okay, guess it’s better to turn this
C7M   D9sus2   C7M   D9sus2   C7M   D9sus2   C7M   D9sus2
Way...
           B--3--1--0-------
Cmaj7      G-----------2--0-   Cmaj7
           D--0--0--0--0--0-