Bad Astronaut - Disarm

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Band name Bad Astronaut
Song name Disarm
Tab type Chords
Added 05/05/2008
Size 1.57 kb
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Disarm Chords by Bad Astronaut

Artist: Bad Astronaut
Song: Disarm
Album: Houston: We Have A Drinking Problem
Tabbed by: Donald Niebyl
email: Donald.niebyl@gmail.com

Standard Tuning

Verse:
D      A     Bm
I'm coming home,
         F#      G             D        G
I'm not bound anymore on the brink of nothing
            A
I'm just starting something.
D A       Bm        F#              G
I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed,
     D              G                  A
An arsenal of outbursts but I'm just saying it first.
D  A             Bm         F#          G
I don't want to lose everything that we grew.
          D          G                 A
I'm not cutting you down, I'm just carrying the axe.

Chorus:
G                 D                   F#
Knowing it's half bad, knowing its a little sad
Bm          F#      G              A         F#
and theres blood on our hands. I hate this. 
G              D                  F#                 
No one at the wheel, everyone is here to feel, 

Bm F# G A Bm A A A

Verse
I'm coming home. We aren't sound anymore,
I can't build a purpose in this falling structure.
I'm not tearing it down, I just can't find the sound.
I'm disarming the bomb before it goes off.

Chorus
Knowing it's half bad, knowing it's all smiling sad.
And the gun in my hand is empty.
I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel.

Bm F# G A x3

Bm    F#            G             A         A                
I thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip, 
       (D   A Bm F# G D G: repeat to end with some variation)
drive home.