Barnacle Goose by Born Ruffians

Tabbed by Scott Melendez

CAPO 1
listen to song for strumming.

Two Chord patterns:

Pattern 1: F, C, B flat
Pattern 2: Dm,C, F
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(Pattern 1)
                 F
And I'm frustrated with myself
                 C
But I can't change
                 B flat      F
I don't want to be me anymore
                   F
And all of the tics & tocs & clicks of clocks
         C                     B flat
That tell the time tell me this is just a phase
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(Pattern 2)
            Dm
And everything every day
     C
That's been scraping away
At the side of my brain
     F
Can't come to form a thought, except...
Dm
And all the thoughts I think I've saved
C
Here for days that remain
F
Just keep eating away
And I still can't sleep, sing...
Dm        C               F
Ahhhhh....Ahhhhhh.....Ahhhh....Ahhhhhh x2
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(Pattern 1)
Why can't you tell me what I wanna hear
To help me get some rest
Oh my darling dear?

The songs of the birds
Don't bring calmness no more
Oh no, no they don't sing

And none of the girls seem to think you're cool
It's probably because you smell bad

A skin disease won't get you
Nowhere these days
It's true, it's sad but true
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(Pattern 2)
And everything every day
That's been scraping away
At the side of my brain
Can't come to form a thought

And all of the thoughts I think I've saved
Here for days that remain
Just keep eating away
And I still can't sleep I sing...

Ahhhhh.....Ahhhhh....Ahhhhh....Ahhhhh x2
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(Pattern 1)

We're going to make plans
We have plans to make plans
We're going to do it right
We've locked it in our sights
I'll la-dee-da & they can dum-dee-day
We'll tra-la-la all night and day we'll go far
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(Pattern 2)
And if I write enough
And think about it it'll happen
It's not as tough as mom said
As it so happens

Your analyst lied to you when
She told you the truth
About boys, fear, open sores
And things that are simple
Like opening doors

And all the thoughts I think I've saved here
For days that remain
Just eat eat eat away
And I still can't sleep, sing... 


Ahhhhh...Ahhhhh....Ahhhhh....Ahhhhhh x2

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