Field Report is an American folk band formed in 2011 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The band is led by singer/songwriter Christopher Porterfield (a form member of the Justin Vernon-led band DeYarmond Edison.
Field Report, an anagram of Porterfield's surname, was culled together in the studio while recording their 2012 self-titled debut. They suddenly found themselves championed by their former idols: offered support tours by Counting Crows and Aimee Mann, lauded by the likes of Mark Eitzel and Richard Thompson, and covered by Blind Boys Of Alabama.
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SONG: THE YEAR OF THE GET YOU ALONE ARTIST: FIELD REPORT TAB BY: DON CZARSKI EMAIL: [email protected]
THE YEAR OF THE GET YOU ALONE FIELD REPORT
CAPO: 1st FRET
INTRO: (FOR INTRO I PLAY THE 1st VERSE CHORDS QUICKLY FROM THE VERY BEGINNING OF THE SONG)
DBmDBmEmAEmAD
VERSE: D In the year of the Get You Alone Bm I got you alone D And I showed you that I’d been drinking Bm In a handful of words Em The lecture landed all kinds of places A Places with vistas of buckthorn and tamarack. Em Can you measure remorse in invasive species? A Will they hang their heads and swear not to grow back?
CHORUS: GD All my love BmAF What have we become? GD Crippled by joy BmAD (use Dsus4 and Dsus2 And pursuit thereof also for variation)
VERSE: D In the year of the Get You Alone Bm I got you on a boat D And I did all my drinking at home, Bm before we got to the shore Em Don’t look down now, A But this water has a sinister motive Em It's carving out my confidence A And flooding my crumbling home
CHORUS: GD All my love BmAF What have we become? GD Crippled by joy BmAGDBmDGEm7 And pursuit thereof
VERSE: Bm Somebody's sleeping with director’s daughters D And taking drugs I’ve never tried Bm I drink at home most days now D And sometimes sleep with my wife Bm And I lost my job in a kitchen D Guess I belong in this city’s withered arms Bm Cradled in her unset broken ulna, D Spangled by dishwater tears
Like silver bracelet charms Em7 I don’t love her
Like I love you D I’ve been saving up my money, A Gonna buy us a new car Em7 This city
She taught me a thing or two, D To take a ride from anyone
Going far, far, far away from
CHORUS/OUTRO: GD All my love BmAF What have we become? GD Crippled by joy BmF#mGD And pursuit thereof
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SONG: THE YEAR OF THE GET YOU ALONE ARTIST: FIELD REPORT TAB BY: DON CZARSKI EMAIL: [email protected]
THE YEAR OF THE GET YOU ALONE FIELD REPORT
CAPO: NONE
INTRO: (FOR INTRO I PLAY THE 1st VERSE CHORDS QUICKLY FROM THE VERY BEGINNING OF THE SONG)
EbCmEbCmFmBbFmBbEb
VERSE: Eb In the year of the Get You Alone Cm I got you alone Eb And I showed you that I’d been drinking Cm In a handful of words Fm The lecture landed all kinds of places Bb Places with vistas of buckthorn and tamarack. Fm Can you measure remorse in invasive species? Bb Will they hang their heads and swear not to grow back?
CHORUS: AbEb All my love CmBbGb What have we become? AbEb Crippled by joy CmBbEb (use Ebsus4 and Ebsus2 And pursuit thereof also for variation)
VERSE: Eb In the year of the Get You Alone Cm I got you on a boat Eb And I did all my drinking at home, Cm before we got to the shore Fm Don’t look down now, Bb But this water has a sinister motive Fm It's carving out my confidence Bb And flooding my crumbling home
CHORUS: AbEb All my love CmBbGb What have we become? AbEb Crippled by joy CmBbAbEbCmEbAbFm7 And pursuit thereof
VERSE: Cm Somebody's sleeping with director’s daughters Eb And taking drugs I’ve never tried Cm I drink at home most days now Eb And sometimes sleep with my wife Cm And I lost my job in a kitchen Eb Guess I belong in this city’s withered arms Cm Cradled in her unset broken ulna, Eb Spangled by dishwater tears
Like silver bracelet charms Fm7 I don’t love her
Like I love you Eb I’ve been saving up my money, Bb Gonna buy us a new car Fm7 This city
She taught me a thing or two, Eb To take a ride from anyone
Going far, far, far away from
CHORUS/OUTRO: AbEb All my love CmBbGb What have we become? AbEb Crippled by joy CmGmAbEb And pursuit thereof