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PHANTOM LIMB THE SHINS Guitar Chords    

PHANTOM LIMB             THE SHINS


A                    D
Foals in winter coats 
                    Bm
White girls of the North,
G               D
File past one, five and one 
D
They are the fabled lambs,
    E
Of Sunday ham,
    Bm
The ancients know            
               A                    D
And they can float above the grass,
                    A
In circles if they tried,
  G                D
A latent power I know they hide,
D
To keep some hope alive,
        E                Bm
That a girl like I could ever try,
            A
Could ever try.


  F#m        D                E
So we just skirt the hallway signs, 
                F#m
A phantom and a fly,
F#          D                E           
Follow the lines and wonder why

There's no connection.



A                         D
And weakened falling eyes,   
                         Bm
In cheap shots from the tribe, 
          G                 D
And we're off to Nemarcas porch again 
D                           E
Another afternoon with the goat-head tunes, 
     Bm
And pilfered booze.
               A                      D
We wandered through her mama's house,   
                       A
And the milk from the window lights,
         G             D
Family portrait circa ninety-five,
              D
This is that foreign land,
            E
With the sprayed on tans,
        Bm
And it all feels fine,
                A
Be it silk or slime 


F#m            D              E
So, when they tap our Monday heads, 
                  F#m
To zombie-walk in our stead,  
F#               D                E
This town seems hardly worth our time,
F#m           D                   E
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
             F#m
To far along in our climb
         F#             D             E
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,

With no connection.



A          D        E
oooh wooh-ooh wooh-ooh ( x3 )


F#m            D              E
So, when they tap our Sunday heads,
                F#m
To zombie-walk in our stead,
F#               D                E
This town seems hardly worth our time,
    F#m        D                 E
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
               F#m
To fall along in our crime,
         F#             D             E
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,

With no connection.


A          D        E
oooh wooh-ooh wooh-ooh ( x8 )


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The above is solely MY INTERPRETATION of this great song, in a format aimed at learning guitarists.
No attempt has been made to copy or reproduce the artist's or publisher's sheet music for the song, 
if such exists.

It can be used for INFORMATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY. To play the song as it should be played, you should 
purchase the official sheetmusic for the song. You should also purchase and listen to the song to learn 
the rhythm and timing of the song - this is essential if you wish to play the song with any degree of accuracy

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