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Language City Tab

by Wolf Parade


I hope it’s a good basis for anyone
Language City - Wolf Parade
Standard Tuning
Capo on 3rd fret
   
                                                                    
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|---1-------1--------0-------0-------3|
|---0-------2--------0-------0-------2|
|---2-------2--------2-------0-------0|
|---3-------0--------2-------2-------0|
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Intro:     

                                          
Language City is a bad, old place
             
We all know
                                    
Where eyeballs float in space
              
We all know
                            
We're tired, we can't sleep
                            
It's crowded here, none of us leave
                                                     
Language City don't mean a thing to me
                                                   
Audiences, the same program is always on
                                                
When I interfere, it's best to avoid the law
                                             
When your wife wakes up and sees
                         
Shut the blinds and block out the street
                                                     
Language City don't mean a thing to me
    
All this working
                                            
Just to tear it down

All this working
                                             
Just to tear it down
                                        
Language City is a bad, old place
            
We all know
                      
Eyeballs float in space
            
We all know
                            
We're tired, we can't sleep
                        
It's crowded in the street
                                                     
Language City don't mean a thing to me
                                                        
I been here so long my heart is a parking lot
                                
Hollow feet rooted to the spot
                                   
But the fields are beyond belief
                                
From the tower out to where I can see
                                                    
Language City don't mean a thing to me

All this working
                                           
Just to tear it down

All this working
                                           
Just to tear it down

Bridge:       

On the telephone

On the telephone

On the telephone
                                       
Someone's counting the hours

In a paper room

In a paper room

In a paper room
                                         
Somebody's counting the hours

Now I know it's true

From above this room
                                         
Somebody's counting the hours

The hours

The hours
D                    G (Let it ring then palm mute)
The houuuuurs

(Bass solo)
Oh the long bitter road

Let us down
(Come in gradually)
Oh the ringing telephone
                                                 
There's no one around

                   
We are not at home
                       
We are not at home
                       
We are not at home
                      
We are not at home
                      
We are not at home
                                 
We are not at home
                    
We are not at home
                      
We are not at home
                      
We are not at home
                      
We are not at home
                      
We are not at home
                                
We are not at home

Hang on the telephone
                           
Hang on the telephone
                           
Hang on the telephone
                                                           
Hang on the telephone