Ode To The Mets Tabulatur von The Strokes

[Intro] F#m B G#m C#m
          F#m                B
Up on his horse, up on his horse
          G#m           C#m
Not gonna wake up here anymore
          F#m                  B
Listen on time, it's not the truth
          G#m                 C#m
It's just the story, I tell to you

        F#m          B
Easy to say, easy to do
          G#m                   C#m
But it's not easy, well maybe for you
               F#m                   B
Hope that you find it, hope that it's good
               G#m                       C#m
Hope that you read it, think that you should

                F#m              B
Cuts you some slack as he sits back
         G#m            C#m
Sizes you up, plan his attack
         F#m                 B
Da-da-da drums please, Fab
            G#m             C#m           
And I got it all, I got it all
              F#m             B
Waitin' for me down on the street
                       G#m                 C#m
But now you gotta do somethin' special for me
          F#m               B
I'm gonna say what's on my mind
              G#m                   C#m
Then I'll walk out, then I'll feel fine
                     F#m                B
Yeah, I'm under his thumb, I'm on his back
          G#m                  C#m
I will not show my teeth too quick
              F#m                  B
I needed you there, I needed you there
            G#m             C#m
But I didn't know, I didn't know

F#m  B
Go alone
      E   C#m
I'll go alone
    F#m    B
We'll go alone
     E   C#m
I'll go alone

(F#m B G#m C#m)

              F#m               B
Back from his trip, he's at the door
             G#m               C#m
When he gets back, he's on the phone
         F#m           B
Innocent eye, innocent heart
             G#m                 C#m
No, it's not wrong, but it's not right
         F#m              B
Innocent time, out on his own
           G#m                      C#m
Not gonna do that, fuck, I'm out of control
            F#m                   B
I was just bored, playin' the guitar
                  G#m               C#m
Learned all your tricks, wasn't too hard
                  F#m                     B
It's the last one now, I can promise you that
                       G#m              C#m
I'm gonna find out the truth when I get back

(F#m B E C#m)
(F#m B E C#m)

E
Gone now are the old times
F#m                            A
Forgotten, time to hold on the railing
                       B
The Rubik's Cube isn't solving for us
E
Old friends, long forgotten
F#m
The old ways at the bottom of
   A
The ocean now has swallowed
     B                 E
The only thing that's left is us
              F#m
So pardon the silence that you're hearing
   A                         B        
Is turnin' into a deafening, painful,
         E   F#m  A  B
shameful roar

[End/Final] E