For Real 

It Ends With A Fall

Westfall

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For Real (Okkervil River)

From: "Black Sheep Boy" (2005 - Jagjaguwar)
Posted and transcribed by Bill


(Bm)Some nights I thirst for (D)real blood,

for (A)real knives, for (G)real cries.

(Bm)And then the flash of steel from (D)real guns

in (A)real life really fills (G)my mind.

(A)Then I really miss what (G)really did exist

(D)when I held your throat so (A)tight.

(A)And I miss the bus as it (G)swerved from us

(D)and almost came crashing to its (A) side.

Sometimes the blood from real cuts feels real nice
when it's really mine. And if you want it to be real,
come over for a night, we can really, really climb,
and those blue bridge lights might really burn most bright
while we watch that dark lake rise.
And if you really want to see what really matters most to me,
we can just take a real short drive.

Just a drive into the dark stretch, long stretch of night,
will really stretch this shaking mind.
And this room, unlit, unheated, and the ceiling striped,
and the dark black blinds....
I want to know this time if you’re really finally mine.
I need to know that you're not lying, and so I want to see you tried.
And I don't want to hear you say it shouldn’t really be this way,
because I like this way just fine.
And there’s nothing quite like the blinding light
when that curtain’s cast aside,
and no attempt is made to explain away the things that really, really, really are behind.

It Ends With A Fall (Okkervil River)

From: "Down the River of Golden Dreams" (2003 - Jagjaguwar)
Posted and transcribed by Bill

(C)Wish I could remember why it (G)mattered to me.

It doesn’t (Dm)matter to me. It doesn’t (Am)matter to me (C)anymore.

Now that (Am)you’re feeling (G)fine, I’ll (F)admit that –

though I (C)know it’s coming down, and see it (G)shattering me –

it doesn’t (Dm)matter to me, and I’m not (Am)sadder for seeing it (C)come.

I’m not going to (Am)run. I will just (G)come when I am (F)called.

You want to (Dm)cut me off (G)because I took (Dm)too much, (G)

but don’t leave (Dm)me alone. Take off your (Am)scarves, your (G)winter coat.

The night’s too (F)cold.

When we met I should have said you’re like a sister to me,
how all that kiss her just seem like puny suitors I can see through,
how none will do, not for you, how it might as well just be us two.
And when I pulled you by the jacket from the clattering street,
you started flattering me, you started saying I was so strong.
String me along, but I can’t become all that I’m called.
And I can’t claim to know what makes love die or grow,
but I can still take control and so refuse to just go home,
back down the hall.
And as I crawl, as finally all the false confetti blooms up in this attic room,
I’m going make my stand. I want to see both of your hands put down the phone.
I won’t let you go, although the moment stole my self-control from us all and now it can only end with a fall.

Westfall (Okkervil River)

From: "Don't Fall in Love With Everyone You See" (2002 - Jagjaguwar)
Posted and transcribed by Bill

(Em)I’m sur(C)rounded, (G)each doorway (D)covered (Em)by (C)at least (G)twenty (D)men. (Repeat progression throughout)

And they’re going to take me and throw me in prison.

I ain’t coming back again.

When I was younger, handsomer and stronger, I felt like I could do anything.

But all of these people making all these faces didn’t seem like my kith and kin.

Colin Kincaid from the twelfth grade, I guess you could say he was my best friend.
He lived in a big tall house out on Westfall where we would hide when the rain rolled in.
We went out one night and took a flashlight, out with these two girls Colin knew from Kenwood Christian.
One was named Laurie, that’s what the story said next week in the Guardian.
And when I killed her it was so easy that I wanted to kill her again.
I got down on both of my knees and….she ain’t coming back again.

Now, with all these cameras focused on my face, you’d think they could see it through my skin.
They’re looking for evil, thinking they can trace it, but evil don’t look like anything.