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Artist: The Decemberists
 Album: Castaways and Cutouts
  Song: Cocoon

[http://www.indieguitartabs.com/bands/decemberists/cocoon.html]

Tabbed by: Steve Goldberg - shgoldbe@andrew.cmu.edu

To play the verse riff, hold the chord formation while picking the melody on top:

Dmaj7		     Gmaj7
---------5------------------------
-7---5-7---7-5-------3------------
-6-------------7-----4------------
-7-------------------4-----------
-5-------------------x------------
---------------------3------------

Gmaj7 can also be conveniently played as:

-----
-12--
-11--
-12--
-10--
-----

Another way to play the riff:

Dmaj7		   Gmaj7
-2--------------------------------
-2-----------------3--------------
-2------2----------4--------------
-0--2-4---4-2-0----4--------------
-------------------x--------------
-------------------3--------------

Intro: Dmaj7 Gmaj7 (x2)

Dmaj7				 Gmaj7
this cocoon, caught in vesuvius' shadow
		Dmaj7
only the ashes remain
    Gmaj7
and i waited there for you
	     Dmaj7	Gmaj7
why couldn't you?
Dmaj7				    Gmaj7
here we lie waiting for somethig to startle
			   Dmaj7
to shake us from gravity's pull
    Gmaj7
and so sleeping hours are through
	    Dmaj7	Gmaj7
what can we do?

     Bm			   Gmaj7	    Em7
the sorry conclusion, the low dirty war, it happened before you came to
     Bm			   Gmaj7
but this is solution, and this is amends
     Em7
the joke always tends to come true
     C			      Am		  E
but there on your windowsill over the unmoving platoon
 C			Am			 E
written in paperback, view to the quarterback's room

	G
under waning moon
      D/F#	  Dm/F     Em
this quiet serves only to hide you
  Bm/F#  Em
provide you
       G	  Gm			    Dmaj7  Gmaj7
what I knew, what I knew, it'd come back to you

Dmaj7 Gmaj7


take this palm, follow the lines here are written
and script out the rest of your life
and feel your fingers falling slack and all folding back

the tainted election, the hole in the sky
command what is tried, what is true
but without solution, with feet on the ground
it won't make a sound 'til you're through
so loosen your shoulderblades
this is your hour to make due
because there on the timberline
deep cold november shines through
soft and absolute

this quiet serves only to hide you
provide in you
what I knew, what I knew, it'd come back to you