The Calendar Hung Itself�?� Bright Eyes
Bright Eyes - The Calendar Hung Itself
Tabbed by: Lee Stepien
There are a few other tabs for this song and one of them works pretty well, but I saw
Eyes in concert and this is how Connor plays the song. There are a few variations below,
for everything else it's normal.
[Em] [Bmaj] [D7] [Bb] [A] [F#]
E [--0--] [--7--] [--x--] [--x--] [--x--] [--2--] B [--8--] [--7--] [--x--] [--x--] [--x--] [--2--] G [--9--] [--8--] [--7--] [--7--] [--6--] [--3--] D [--9--] [--9--] [--7--] [--7--] [--7--] [--4--] A [--7--] [--9--] [--9--] [--5--] [--7--] [--x--] E [--x--] [--7--] [--8--] [--6--] [--5--] [--x--]
(Start off by muting all the strings. The strum for the verse is the same as the intro,
just presses down the chord when appropriate. Listen to the song and you should get it.)
Does he kiss your eyelid[Em]s in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing[Bmaj] to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk aro[Em]und all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down eve[Bmaj]ry few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Oh does he know [Em]that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched,
and does he cry [Bmaj]through broken sentences that I love you far too much?
[D7] Does he lay awak[Bb]e listen[A]-ing to your bre[D]ath?
[D7] Worried [Bb]you smoke too ma[A]ny cigar-ettes.[D]
Is he coughing n[E]ow, on a bathroo[F#]m floor?
For every speck of tile [E]there's a thousa[F#]nd more,
you won?t ever see.[E]
(one strum)(F#) (E) D E
but must hold inside yourself eternally.
[Em] [Bmaj] [Em] [Bmaj]
Well I drug your ghost across th[Em]e country and we plotted out my death.
In every city, memories [Bmaj]would whisper, Here is where you rest.
I was de-termined in Chi[Em]cago but I dug my teeth into my knees,
and I settled fo[Bmaj]r a telephone and sang into your machine.
[Em] You are my sunshine, my only sun-shine.[Bmaj]
[Em] You are my sunshine, my only sun-shine.[Bmaj]
[D7] [Bb] [A] [D]
[D7] [Bb] [A] [D]
[E] [F#] [(E)]
And I kissed a g[Em]irl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to bu[Bmaj]rn me. They reminded me of yours.
And In a story told she [Em]was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
and there were rows of ripe toma[Bmaj]toes where a secret was concealed.
And it rose like [Em]thunder, clapped under our hands.[Bmaj]
And it stretched f[Em]or centuries to a diary entries end[Bmaj]
where I wrote, You make me [Em]happy (WHAT!?) oh when s[Bmaj]kies are gray.
[Em] You make me happy oh when skies are gray[Bmaj], and gray, and gray.
Well the clock?s heart i[D7]t hangs [Bb]inside i[A]ts open [D]chest
with han[D7]ds stret[Bb]ched tow[A]ards the[D] calendar hanging it-self
but I wi[E]ll not w[F#]eep for those dying days.
For all [E]the ones[F#] who've left there's a few that stayed.
And they[E] found me here
and pull[(F#)]ed me fr[E]om the g[D]rass whe[E]re I was laid.
[Em] [Bmaj] [Em] [Bmaj]
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