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Ostracism Of Vinny Lalor Tab

by Darren Hanlon


Song: The Ostracism of Vinny Lalor
Artist: Darren Hanlon
Album: Fingertips and Mountaintops (2006)

Capo 4th fret

Intro:           (work out the strum pattern)

                                   
All around the room in a whirl
                                                            
You saw dancers catch fire when you were still a girl
                                                                
In a town that's built on the whispers of tattlers
                                                                          
But yet to inspire a single dot in the Commonwealth atlas

                 

                                                       
God only knows how these things ever start
                                               
An empty plate in the place of a heart
                                                  
That finds it's way on a trail of crumbs
                                                          
And stains windowpanes on the prints of thumbs

                  
So go take rest
                                                                  
Pull the blankets up tightly with your knees to your chest
                  
A far off sound
                                                                                      
But to such delicate ears it must seem like there's a zoo burning down

       (over trumpet)    x2

A nagging ache there must be some place better
Searched through every library book down to the last letter
Even Thornfield Manor sounds enticing
With echoes down the hall and on the walls the heads of bison

e-|-3-------2-------0------3-----3-----0-------0-------3-----3--|
B-|---3---3---3---3----1-----3------3----0---0---0---0---3------|
G-|-----0-------2--------0-----0-----------0-------0-------0----|

(This sounds cool with the glockenspiel but im not sure its %100 correct)

So go take rest
Pull the blankets up tightly with your knees to your chest
A schoolyard song
And no one can blame you for getting it so horribly wrong

The old saddlers breath that always smells of leather
The cafe sign letters been faded forever
Irrelevant facts from the history tester
Snowed under the chalk dust of last semester

Can't you see
What it's done to your mother, what it's done to me?
All their words
Will shatter into pieces when I lock you in my arms again

(another trumpet solo then riff until end)