Styrofoam Plates

(início)

Aos fãns do Death Cab
essa música é todinha na seqüencia (A F#m D E E4 E F E)
E no solo fica so no (A)
E quanto a tablatura foi o que eu consegui tirar.
Caso haja eventuais erros, por favor corrijam

       A                                             F#m
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes; I threw them to the sea,
      D                                 E
but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes
E4               E          F                             E
that you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living.
    A
It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father
        F#m                  D                              E
but the donor of seeds to a poor, single mother that would raise us alone.
    E4            E          F
We never saw the money that went down your throat
             E
through the hole in your belly.
 A F#m D E E4 E F E
A
Thirteen years old in the subsurbs of Denver,
F#m                  D                           E
standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner at the Catholic church.
E4               E        F                            E
The servers wore crosses to shield from the sufferance plaguing the others.
A
Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables,
F#m               D                          E
charity reeks of cheap wine and pity and I'm thinking of you,
E4              E       F
I do every year when we count all our blessings
E
and wonder what we're doing here.

   A
You're a disgrace to the concept of family.
     F#m                       D
The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily
     E                                E4                E
and I'll stand up and scream if in the mourning remain quiet,
        F                     E
you can deck out a lie in a suit.
But I won't buy it.
         A
I won't join the procession that's speaking their peace,
       F#m                   D
using five dollar words while praising his integrity.
E                         E4                   E
Just 'cause he's gone, it doesn't change that fact:
        F                       E
he was bastard in life, thus a bastard in death.