[ Предположительная тональность: C ] This is how I play this fantastic song. Some tweaks and re-shaping for a smooth rendition. (Formatted for a 2 page hard copy)Enjoy. Comments and corrections? Armchairs Andrew Bird Intro: e|----------------------------------| B|------1------1------0------0------| G|-----0------0------0------0-------| D|----2------2------2------2--------| A|-3------0------2------0-------3---| E|----------------------------------| Riff: e|----------------------------|---------------------|-------------| B|----------------------------|---------------------|-------------| G|----------------------------|---------------------|-------------| D|----------------------------|---------------------|--------2----| A|-------0-0---2-2------------|---2/3--2--0-----2---|----0-2---3--| E|-3-3---------------0-0---3--|-3-----------3-------|--3----------| C G I dreamed you were a cosmonaut - of the space between our chairs C G And I was a cartographer - of the tangles in your hair F7M I sighed a song that silence brings - It's the one that everybody C knows, everybody knows - the song that silence sings G And this is how it goes Intro -> then riff over lyrics: C G These looms that weave apocrypha - they're hanging from a strand C G The dark and empty rooms were full - of incandescent hands F7M awkward pause(paws) - a fatal flaw - Time, it's a crooked bow C Time is a crooked bow C G In time you need to learn, to love - The ebb just like the flow D7 Bm7 Em Grab hold of your bootstraps, and pull like hell E Am D until gravity feels sorry for you, and lets you go G C C/B As if you lack the proper chemicals to know, oh Am Bm F7M the way it felt the last time you let yourself - fall this low F7M C Time, Oh time - it's a crooked bow C/G F C/G Time's a crooked bow - Time, it's a crooked bow F G Fifty-five and three-eighths years later F G F G At the bottom of a gigantic crater - An armchair calls to you F G Yeah, this armchair calls to you C C7M It says, someday, we'll get back at them all G With epoxy and a pair of pliers C C7M As ancient sea slugs begin to crawl G through the ragweed and barbed wire C G F You didn't write - You didn't call - It didn't cross your mind G C G at all - and through the waves - waves of A.M. squall F G F7M You couldn't feel a thing at all - Fifty-five and three-eighths F7M tall - Fifty-five and three-eighths tall ...time time F7M = XX3210 Bm7 = X20202 C7M = X32000