A Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene

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            A Hand to Take Hold of the Scene - Okkervil River
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Tabbed by: A. Maheu

Tuning: Standard

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/ Ebm  /... / = 2 measures of Ebm





*Intro*


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*Verse 1*


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I'm a band in a show about a man holding hands with his wife

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on a therapist's couch, with his face to the ground (after fucking around
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countless nights)

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and, in this one episode, close-up cameras are showing him crying,

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his red head and his red eyes.




*Verse 2*


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I'm a band in a show about a boy being buried alive,

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from his head to his toes, by a criminal (but with a sensitive soul!) with
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a set of raccoon eyes,

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and there's this scene in the show when a hustler knows
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he's gonna die.

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The ground opens and he climbs inside.




*Chorus*


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And as he speaks his last line, a thought falls from his mind and I pick it
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 up right through the TV:

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Oh   oh                       Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?




*Post-Chorus*


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*Verse 3*

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I'm a man in a dream and there, dancing in front of my eyes,

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is a queen - formed out of flaws, with her eyes all gone odd and a rod
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bolted into her spine.

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She rises up like a yawn. She grips my heart like a claw. She splits apart
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 like a jaw, like an eye.

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And she asks me with a sigh,




*Chorus*


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When we're so far from right, when we're losing the fight, when we're
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 letting the light weaken its beam -

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Oh   oh                       Is  there  a  hand to take hold of the scene?




*Post-Chorus*


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I want a smile like a glistening shard. I want a kiss that's as sharp as a
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knife.   The   day     expires, and the

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dry, cracked, trembling lips God saw fit to put this kiss inside,     I
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lift them up to you.

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I'd like to bear witness   to   a




*Verse 4*


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light that is fine and is filling the cryingest eyes,
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grace in each face that is making the wastedest,
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brokenest ones fairly fly,

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love that is innocent of that old cynical, covetous, cancerous vibe,

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and a beauty      that annihilates all




*Chorus*


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life like it's lived in these nights, holding your hatred tight like a sign
             /B
 that you're right or you're strong.


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When your doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight, and my dream will
      /B
 just sweep you along.


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When all fires are fanned, when we're shucking our plans, when we're too
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 weak to stand on our two feet


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Oh   oh                       Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?



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