This is a rough version of the song but hopefully it’ll provide a good
starting point for y’all! The stuff in parentheses.. optional. Depends on
how you strum it, I suppose.

—————

E – 022100
A – x02220
Db – x46654
[-]

—————

Kiss the nape, of my back
And lay me down in the si[(Db)]lence.
I like the way you take me out
Halfway in, turns to violence.

I love you
Young blind and dumb
And you love me
Upside and down
Still darling, still we can be 17

Feels like the day, that we met
The bite of frost, on the s[(Db)]idewalk
The morning glare, the nervous calm
The need to touch, the fear to talk

Oh I love you
Young blind and dumb
And you love me
Upside and down
Love you, young blind and dumb
And you love me, upside and down
Still darling, still we can be 17

Grandfather talks, fire pops
The floor creaks, in a c[(Db)]horus
How was your day? I missed your face
But I light up when that door opens

I hate Wisconsin; the heater’s broken
I miss my home on the Pa[(Db)]cific
But I’ll push through it, we all get homesick
But this is home now, ‘cause you’re in it.

And I love you..
You love me..

I love you, young blind and dumb
And you love, me upside and down
Love you, young blind and dumb
And you love me, upside and down
Still darling, still we can be…
Still darling, we can be seventeen.

Pauvre C?ur – Jillette Johnson

——————————————————————————-

http://www.jillettejohnson.com/

Tabbed by: Natali
Email: c00lc00kie@hotmail.com

Tuning: Standard

If I recall it was a Friday
Gentle hum before the war
You were high and watching poker
And I had just walked in the door
You started screaming at the TV
Saying, make a play you filthy whore
And I was trying to make you see me
Like the way you did before

So I took off my clothes and I opened a bottle
And told you I’d do whatever you wanted
Naked on the floor, crying I’m too beautiful
Oh my poor, poor, pauvre c?ur
Beats no more

Dare I say I was enamored
By the stories of your pain
You were darkened in the wild fight
And I was tangled in your mane
But God forbid you would get angry
I had to dive out of the way
You’d be gunning for me blindly
And there was nothing I could say

But I love you, don’t do this, is it it really worth it
That’s not very Buddhist and I don’t deserve it
I’m naked on the floor, crying I’m too beautiful
Oh my poor, poor, pauvre c?ur
Beats no more
Poor, pauvre c?ur
Beats no more

Making me nauseous, open elevator
I’m stuck in the middle, there’s nobody out there
To pull me off my sword
I am far too beautiful
To be yours