THE PROTAGONIST MOVES ON
tabbed by Douglas Thompson (bananaco9@gmail.com)

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 |  C  | Dm  |  F  | Am  | C/B | Em  |


C

C
Bloodshot and belligerent on a sidewalk towards home
Dm                           F
Fading like a beach house tattoo
Am                C/B         F
Against my better judgement I look me in the eye
      C                          G
And I give myself a good talking to

C
The patrons and pedestrians and the young pioneers
Dm                       F
Decline my request to confide
    Am       C/B           F
The steely indifference is honed to a point
    C                           G
And thrust into the messenger’s side


         Am             C
Pull the shade from the ground
          F            G
Leave the howl for the hounds
         Am            Em
Take the scar from the wound
        F           C
And the evidence is gone
       Dm             F
The protagonist moves on


C
Swallowing down curses and coughing up steam
   Dm                     F
An illness in search of a cure
  Am       C/B     F
A sense of abandon left me long ago
         C                       G
It’s the one thing of which I am sure

        C
And I’m drifting between snow banks in this numb, hollow frame
     Dm                      F
Like driving my parents' old car
          Am          C/B            F
There’s a wasp on the dashboard, the window handle’s gone
         C                        G
And it’s only going to get you so far


         Am             C
Pull the shade from the ground
          F            G
Leave the howl for the hounds
         Am            Em
Take the scar from the wound
        F           C
And the evidence is gone
       Dm             F
The protagonist moves on


Am  Em  F
Am  Em  F  C
Am  Em  F  C  Dm  F


C
Wilting in the starlight on a cold Boxing Day
Dm                        F
Lunging toward a London hotel
  Am              C/B          F
I catch me with a southpaw and finish with my right
        C                        G
And I’m woken by the clock tower bell

        C
And the taxis and the toxins and the tender of the Queen
Dm                         F
Spill into the narrows and straights
 Am            C/B        F
Against my inclination to slumber in the Thames
  C                          G
I wander through the embassy gate


         Am             C
Pull the shade from the ground
          F            G
Leave the howl for the hounds
         Am            Em
Take the scar from the wound
        F           C
And the evidence is gone
       Dm             F
The protagonist moves on


Am  Em  F
Am  Em  F  C
Am  Em  F  C
Am  Em  F  C  Dm  F


C
Bloodshot and belligerent on a sidewalk towards home
Dm                           F
Fading like a beach house tattoo