Okkervil River é um grupo de folk formado por amigos de segundo grau em Meriden. Após cada um tomar sua direção para a faculdade, todos se mudaram para a cidade de Austin, no Texas, para morarem juntos e formarem a banda. A formação incial contém o compositor Will Sheff, o baixista e bandolinista Zach Thomas e o baterista Seth Warren. Na banda em que a guitarra lidera o som e possui elementos perdidos do pop, há, na voz doce e suave de Will Sheff, letras sobre barcos, livros, referências a artistas como David Bowie e R.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
NOTE: For all of the F chords, he only plays the full chord (133211) when he says "In eyes" for the second time. I've marked it with a *. All the other F chords are played like this: x03211.
INTRO: *It's basically just chords, but I included all the picked notes too*
AmCFCGDmDsusDm A black sheep boy revolves over canyons and waterfalls. AmCFCG DmDsus A black sheep boy dissolves in syringe or in shower stall.
FIRST CHORUS:
Dm He says CGDmF “there’s plenty of time to make you mine tonight, CGDm there’s plenty of time to make you mine.”
He says CGDm “there’s plenty of ways to know you’re not dying, F all right. CGDm Hell, there’s plenty of light still left in your eyes.” F* In your eyes.
FIRST PRE-VERSE:
AmCFCGDm
SECOND VERSE:
AmCFC A black sheep boy grows horns, GDm breathing smoke through his microphone. AmCFC Dm The airwaves stretch and they groan, bleeding, birthing his black diapason.
SECOND CHORUS:
He says CGDmF “there’s plenty of things to wear when you come to me, CGDm every color of sleeve to be rolled. CGDmF There are millions of rolling eyes that still cling to me. CGDm Every language of king is concerned.
BRIDGE:
Am So why Dm did you bawl GDA from the spell of some old holy song GDA that some liar laughed as he composed, GDA some liar I loved to control?”
SECOND PRE-VERSE: *I included both the chords and the faint guitar in the background*
THIRD VERSE: *For the first 4 lines there's no guitar, but the bass copies the notes the guitar would playing*
AmCFAm A black sheep boy dissolves CFAm in hot cream, in sweet moans, CFAm in each dead bed and empty home, CFAm in each seething bacterium.
CF Killing softly and serial, CGDm he lifts his head, handsome, horned, magisterial. CGDm He's the smell of the moonlight wisteria. CGDm He’s the thrill of the abecedarian. CGDm (See the muddy hoofprints where he carried yo
THIRD CHORUS:
CGDmF And there’s plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight, CGDm and there’s plenty of things to do on his dime. CGDmF And there’s plenty of ways to wear his hide tonight.
CGDm You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine. CGDm You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine.
OUTRO:
Dm So why Am did you flee? GDA Don’t you know you can’t leave his control GDA only call all his wild works your own? GDA So come back and we’ll take them all on. GDA So come back to your life on the lam. GDA So come back to your old black sheep man.
He says GDA “I am waiting on hoof and on hand. GDA I am waiting, all hated and damned. GDA I am waiting, I snort and I stamp. GDAD I am waiting, you know that I am, GDA calmly waiting to make you my lamb”