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                     SHE AIN'T SPEAKIN' NOW - OF MONTREAL
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Created by: dcolspector

Many of the chords are barred, so play around with different inversions and shapes. For instance, try
the Bb into C in the verses as E shapes (on the 6th and 8th frets, respectively). Use that same Bb 
shape when it is used alongside the Fmaj7 (which I notated just below this – it is the Cmaj7 shape on
the 5th fret).

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(Only a hammer

         
-on for the no

          
n-Dm chords)


   Like some s

epulchral tabl

eaux,
              
I sit frozen h

           
olding your ha

nd.
           
Though I’m try


ing to think o

nly,
              
Positive thoug

          
hts I understa

nd.


  That this to

morrow,
       
May not be the

 tomorrow that

,
            
   Your evisce

       
rating sufferi

ng will end, o

h.
            
   Will you ev

          
er be yourself

 again?

Single notes – [                    ]




Girl with the 

flu, I hear th

e death rune,
            
She ain’t doin

  
' well.
             
Her eyes they 

              
seem cast and 

             
fatherless.
             
Her psyche's c

          
racked or, any

how,
            
She ain't spea

          
kin' now.

      
(Only a hammer

        
-on for the no

           
n-Dm chords)


Nightfall, lik

e some leaden 

sea,
              
Dilates as I h

              
old vigil by y

   
our bed.
      
Watching the p

              
illowcase soak

              
ing with sweat

            
 around your h

ead.

            
  I can't repe

             
l the snaking 


    veil of mo

rbidity,
            
That's dis- fi

              
guring the ser

           
aph of your   


  face.
            
Oh, the organi

            
sm's been deba

sed.


Girl with the 

flu, I hear th

e death rune,
            
She ain’t doin

  
' well.
             
Her eyes they 

              
seem cast and 

             
fatherless.
             
Her psyche's s

            
hattered or, a

nyhow,
            
She ain't spea

       
kin' now.


  You scream t

hat the books 

are falling of

f the shelves 

onto you, but,
             
    I can't se

           
e them.

  Your halluci

nation ravings

, I'm writing 

them all down 

so,

  You can read

 them,
          
When your mind

 no longer ach

es and your fe

brility breaks

.



Girl with the 

flu, I hear th

e death rune,
            
She ain’t doin

  
' well.
             
Her eyes they 

              
seem cast and 

             
fatherless.
             
Her psyche's c

            
racked or, any

how,
            
She ain't spea

       
kin' now.



Girl with the 

flu, I hear th

e death rune,
            
She ain’t doin

  
' well.
             
Her eyes they 

              
seem cast and 

             
fatherless.
             
Her psyche's s

            
hattered or, a

nyhow,
            
She ain't spea

       
kin' now.


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