By Matt
short sleeves and warm skin
Riff 1
e—————————————|
b———2—————————–|
g———2—————-2—–1——|
d———2—————-2—–2——|
a————————–0—–2——|
e—————————————|
ponds compressed by heavy air
Riff 2
e———0—————————|
b———3—————————|
g———4————————1–|
d———4————————2–|
a———2————————2–|
e————————————-|
gods in our world
Riff 3
e——–0—0-/-0-/–5—————–|
b——–3—3-/-5-/–6—————–|
g——–4—4-/-6-/–7—————–|
d——–4—4-/-6-/–7—————–|
a——–2—2-/-4-/–5—————–|
e———————5—————–|
For the second verse the same riffs are applied but instead are strummed, with some varation, for example:
airports and undergrounds
Riff 4
e————————————-|
b——3-0-3-0—3-0–0—————|
g——3-3-3-3—3-3–3—1———–|
d——3-3-3-3—3-3–3—2———–|
a————————-2———–|
e————————————-|
Then there is a trill on the chorus lead and is played like so, its also doubled by a second guitar
for the pattern):
gods in our world
Riff 5 (bend ur 3rd finger over to foul the string)
e——–0—0-/-0-/–5—5555555555———|
b——–3—3-/-5-/–6—6666866668———|
g——–4—4-/-6-/–7—xxxxxxxxxx———|
d——–4—4-/-6-/–7—7777x7777x———|
a——–2—2-/-4-/–5—5555x5555x———|
e———————5—5555x5555x———|
or u can play the final section of that riff like this (the trilled part) :
e-11113311133—————|
b-33333333333—————|
g-22222222222—————|
d-00000000000—————|
a—————————|
e—————————|
Whatever, just listen for the rythm and its messing about with the chord D minor.
Then strum Riff 1 heavily through the chorus with power, that’s about it!
short sleeves and warm skin
losing coins calling next of kin
dropping words about the city were
in ponds compressed by heavy air
us without care just sprawling there
gods in our world
airports and undergrounds
waiting to find the unfound
rising to pure insanity
here when you want me true love
has no simplicity
gods in our world
you and i were going so high
the air is getting thin
but our land does not breathe in
and we dont need oxygen
its dreams that bind us and locks us in
the rest are impaled by sense
(Break)
you and i were going so high
the air is getting thin
but our land does not breathe in
and we dont need oxygen
its dreams that bind us and locks us in
the rest are impaled by sense
