A Stone Tabulatur von Okkervil River (für Baryton)

A
Hot breath, rough skin
            D
warm laughs, and smiling,
            F#m 
the lovliest words
             E
whispered and meant
       D
you like all these things.


                    E
But though you like all these things
           A
you love a stone.
           D
You love a stone,
           E             Bm
because it's smooth and it's cold.
               F#m
And you'd love most
       E
to be told
                 D
that it's all your own.

              A
You love white veins,
              E
you love hard grey,
             Bm
the heaviest weight,
  D
the clumsiest shape,
  F#m
the earthiest smell,
  E
the hollowest tone
  D
you love a stone.

Bridge: A E Bm D

                  A
And I'm found too fast,
called too fond of flames,
                        D
and then I'm phoning my friends,
and then I'm shouldering the blame,
                     F#m
while you're picking pebbles
           E
out of the drain,
      D
miles ago.
                   A
You're out singing songs,
and I'm down shouting names
                   D
at the flickerless screen,
going fucking insane.
   F#m
Am I losing my cool,
               E
overstating my case?
                D
Well, baby what can I say?

           E
You know I never claimed
             A
that I was a stone.
               D
And you love a stone.
               F#m
You love white veins,
              E
you love hard grey,
             Bm
the heaviest weight,
              D
the clumsiest shape,
              F#m
the earthiest smell,
              E
the hollowest tone
         D
you love a stone.

Bridge: A E Bm D (x2) A

           D
You love a stone,
             E    
because it's dark 
         Bm
and it's old
                F#m
and if it could start
      E
being alive
                 D
you'd stop living alone.

(quieter)
                  A
And I think I believe
                     E
that if stones could dream
                      Bm
they'd dream of being laid
                      D
side-by-side piece-by-piece
                  F#m
and turned into a castle
                  E
for some towering queen
                  D
they're unable to know.

                      A
And when that queen's daughter 
        E
came of age,
                 Bm
I think she'd be lovely
                 D
and stubborn and brave,
                  F#m
and suitors would journey
             E
from kingdoms away
                    D
just to make themselves known.
          
                   A
And I think that I know
               E
the bitter dismay
                Bm
of a lover who brought
                       D
fresh brouquets every day
                    F#m
when she turned him away
                 E
to remember some knave
D                       A
who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago.

End:

A E Bm D X4
A