Tom: Bm
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Song: Elevator Operator
Artist: Courtney Barnett
Album: Sometimes I Sit and Think, and Sometimes I Just Sit (2015)
Milk! Records:
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Capo on 4th fret
*This is not a simplified version or something like that, Courtney plays the song like this!*
Chords:
E : 02210x
A : x0222x
F#m7/9 : 20210x
G : 32000x
A* : xx7650
G6 : xx5430
Wait! Maybe you don't have a capo and you want to play this song (That happened to me).
Chords without capo:
E = G# : 46654x
A = C#: x4666x
F#m7/9 = A#m7/9: 64654x
G = B : x2444x or 76444x
A* = C#*: xxx664
G6 = B: xxx442
Also, Courtney plays this songs differently from other because in this song she uses a pick
(I recommend using from 0.5 mm picks to 1.0 mm for a more direct and rough sound of the song)
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E
Oliver Paul, twenty years old
A
Thick head of hair, worries he's going bald
E
Wakes up at quarter past nine
A
Fair evades his way down the 96 tram line
E
Breakfast on the run again, he's well aware
A E A E A
He's dropping soy linseed Vegemite crumbs everywhere
E
Feeling sick at the sight of his computer
A
He dodges his way through the Swanston commuters
E
Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man
A E
Sleeping in the corner of a metro bus stand and he screams
"I'm not going to work today
A
Going to count the minutes that the trains run late
E A E F#m7/9 G A
Sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans"
E
Headphone wielding to the Nicholas building
A
He trips on a pothole that's not been filled in
E
He waits for an elevator, one to nine
A
A lady walks in and waits by his side
E
Her heels are high and her bag is snakeskin
A
Hair pulled so tight you can see her skeleton
E
Vickers perfume on her breath
A
A tortoise shell necklace between her breasts
E
She looks him up and down with a botox frown
A
He's well used to that look by now
E F#m7/9 G A
The elevator dings and they awkwardly step in
E F#m7/9 G A
Their fingers touch on the rooftop button
E A* G6
Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that roof
E A* G6
You've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youth
E A* G6 E A* G6
I'd give anything to have skin like you
E
He said "I think you're projecting the way that you're feeling
A
I'm not suicidal, just idling insignificantly
E
I come up here for perception and clarity
A
I like to imagine I'm playing SimCity
E F#m7/9 G A
All the people look like ants from up here
E F#m7/9 G A
And the wind's the only traffic you can hear"
E F#m7/9 G A
He said "All I ever wanted to be
E F#m7/9 G A
Was an elevator operator, can you help me please?"
E A* G6
Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that roof
E A* G6
You've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youth
E A* G6 E A* G6
I'd give anything to have skin like you
E A* G6
Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that roof
E A* G6
You've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youth
E A* G6 E A* G6
I'd give anything to have skin like you
E F#m7/9 G A
E F#m7/9 G A
E F#m7/9 G A
