Odd Hours Chords & Lyrics - Misc Your Songs - Ragon Linde
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[INTRO]
[Bm] [Bm]
[VERSE 1]
[F#m]They emerge at odd hours [A]
Always crouc[E]hed like wilting string beans, or oversized soap [G]
[D]bubbles,
[F#m]well over prime, instantly v[A]ulnerable, silent [E] [G] [D]
[Bm]In remote corners of their PROPERTY [D]
They’ll weed aw[A]hile,
[C]Jerking the veins of unwanted int[G]ruders from their domestic carpet-dream; [Bm]
It’s wha[A]t they have, [G]
what they control, [F#m]
what they do [Bm]
[VERSE 2]
[F#m]When careers have yielded to succulents, [A]
they appea[E]r on weekdays,
with mid-m[G]orning saws, leaf bl[D]owing,
[F#m]edge and hedge trimming,
fumes [A]for the elms,
[E]oscillating decibels for infants,
vibr[G]ations for ant coloni[D]es.
[Bm]Eleanor tempts the last light with an impromptu tour of her la[D]wn;
She hears crows desce[A]nding
and wond[G]ers about their youth. [D]
[Bm]Never seen any nests,
never seen[D] baby crows,
they just appear[A] fully grown;
Their nu[C]mbers have increased, [G]
that Hitc[Bm]hcock could see [A]
the tre[G]e behind the alley [F#m]
[VERSE 3]
[F#m]I could never make that sudden appeara[A]nce;
Mine was never a[E] life of home-owning [G] [D]
I ca[F#m]re less for lawns than lives. [A]
Slight[E]ly more for ideas than irises; [G] [D]
[Bm]When my road becomes a U-turn, [D]
I see my father in [A]their eyes, [C] [G]
[Bm]I attempt, again, to find the contentment in rakin[D]g leaves,
capturing them all befor[A]e another falls [C] [G]
and anoth[Bm]er
still anoth[A]er
[G]always another[F#m]
[OUTRO]
[Bm] [Bm]
[Bm] [Bm]
[VERSE 1]
[F#m]They emerge at odd hours [A]
Always crouc[E]hed like wilting string beans, or oversized soap [G]
[D]bubbles,
[F#m]well over prime, instantly v[A]ulnerable, silent [E] [G] [D]
[Bm]In remote corners of their PROPERTY [D]
They’ll weed aw[A]hile,
[C]Jerking the veins of unwanted int[G]ruders from their domestic carpet-dream; [Bm]
It’s wha[A]t they have, [G]
what they control, [F#m]
what they do [Bm]
[VERSE 2]
[F#m]When careers have yielded to succulents, [A]
they appea[E]r on weekdays,
with mid-m[G]orning saws, leaf bl[D]owing,
[F#m]edge and hedge trimming,
fumes [A]for the elms,
[E]oscillating decibels for infants,
vibr[G]ations for ant coloni[D]es.
[Bm]Eleanor tempts the last light with an impromptu tour of her la[D]wn;
She hears crows desce[A]nding
and wond[G]ers about their youth. [D]
[Bm]Never seen any nests,
never seen[D] baby crows,
they just appear[A] fully grown;
Their nu[C]mbers have increased, [G]
that Hitc[Bm]hcock could see [A]
the tre[G]e behind the alley [F#m]
[VERSE 3]
[F#m]I could never make that sudden appeara[A]nce;
Mine was never a[E] life of home-owning [G] [D]
I ca[F#m]re less for lawns than lives. [A]
Slight[E]ly more for ideas than irises; [G] [D]
[Bm]When my road becomes a U-turn, [D]
I see my father in [A]their eyes, [C] [G]
[Bm]I attempt, again, to find the contentment in rakin[D]g leaves,
capturing them all befor[A]e another falls [C] [G]
and anoth[Bm]er
still anoth[A]er
[G]always another[F#m]
[OUTRO]
[Bm] [Bm]
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