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Artist: Swan Lake
 Album: Beast Moans
  Song: The Partisan But He's Got To Know

[http://www.indieguitartabs.com/bands/swan_lake/the_partisan_but_hes_got_to_know.html]

Tabbed by: Me with help from semz (http://wolfparade.nonstuff.com/forum/)

[verse]
       C

Oh the partisan said,
           F
"there are photos in your head
          G                  G
I want to know what they are"

           C
And he was wise in many matters
       F
of the bruised and the battered

        G               G
And the cold in your car

             C
He said that "I want berries 
    F
the Apollo-weary citizen
       G                  G
has some behind his bar."


[pre-chorus]
C
Who blows the sky?
F
Who blows the sea?
G    
Who puts the Myriad in
G
the grass in front of me?


       F
In the lofts they would pull
               G
and they would tear upon their seleves
        F
and the tinkling is a symphony of
 G
"Father won't you please?"

         F
And the rent becomes a myth
            G
because the photograph is diseased

        F
For the matriarch has slipped
    G
and hurt her blessed knee:


[chorus]
Cm  G (repeat)

"Oh when's she going to slow down?
Will Wendy ever slow down?"


[verse]

       C
Oh the partisan said
          F
there are photos in your head
         G                 G
I want to see what they are;

           C
And he was young but still terrific
             F
through the burning barn's horrific

      G                 G
It was done all the same

            C
And with his bat and his bullies
             F
he's going to stalk the hills of mercy
      G            
and lay waste to their name
  G
it's the violator's aim


[pre-chorus]
C
Who blows the sky?
F
Who blows the sea?
G    
Who puts the Myriad in
G
the grass in front of me?


       F
In the lofts they would pull
               G
and they would tear upon their seleves
        F
and the tinkling is a symphony of
 G
"Father won't you please?"

         F
And the rent becomes a myth
            G
because the photograph is diseased

        F
For the matriarch has slipped
    G
and hurt her blessed knee:


[chorus]
Cm  G (repeat)
"Oh when's she going to slow down?
Will Wendy ever slow down?"



[part 2]
Eb  Cm  Cm  G  G

      Eb                   Cm
And I called the love from everyone
   Cm                   G
to testify that I am as stupid as a lord
     G
on a skewered palace sword

    Eb                  Cm
"So dumb, I called your name in verse

      Cm 
to the masked polled opponents of
G
partisans and sentiments
    G
and cake-holed second verse and
      Eb
I am stupid and indifferent
       Cm
to the muscles of the minions
        Cm
who had stupidly opinioned
         G
that the mayor was the emblem
       G
of the passion-played name

        Eb
but the fall of the palace
         Cm
was from cold and not malice
       Cm                        G
it was winter in the Tallahassee port
                        G
with the broken soldiers out to lay their claim:

wild blood, oh do you still run around with wild blood?