Tom: Bm E|E|E|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------||| Song: Elevator Operator Artist: Courtney Barnett Album: Sometimes I Sit and Think, and Sometimes I Just Sit (2015) Milk! Records: E|E|E|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------||| 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) E|E|E|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------||| 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