Method Actingcortez The Killer(Chords)

	        

 
Capo on 1st 

             Em 
There's no beginning to the story 
            Bm7 
A bookshelf sinks into the sand 
               C 
And a language learned, forgot in turn 
G                  D/F# 
Studied once again 

It's a shocking bit of footage 
Viewed on a shitty TV screen 
You can squint at it 
The snow and static 
To make out what it means 

And keep stretching that antenna 
Hoping that it will come clear 
I need some reception 
A higher message 
Please tell me what to feel 


       C       D           G  G/B  C 
'Cause I don't know what tomorrow brings 
                D         G G/B C 
It's alive with such possibilities 
                D      G      G/B    C 
But I know that I feel better when I sing 
            B7add4 
Burdens are lifted from me 
                Em       
That's my voice rising 


So T-Bone, please keep the tape rolling 
Gil keep strumming that guitar 
We need a record of our failures 
We must document our love 

I sat too long in my silence 
Grown too old on my pain 
To shed this skin, be born again 
It starts with an ending 

Chorus: 
And I don't know what tomorrow brings 
It's full of such possibilities 
But I know that I feel better when I sing 
Burdens are lifted from me 
That's my voice rising 

Solo 

C                Bm7 
It's not a movie, no private screening 
Am7                D 
This method acting--I call it living 
C                    Bm7 
It's like a fountain, the door is open 
Am7               D 
We have a problem with no solution 
       C              B7add4 
But to love and to be loved 

Solo 

Chorus: 
So thank you friends for the time we shared 
Your love stays with me like sunlight and air 
And though I truly wish I could keep hanging around here 
My joy is covering me, soon I will disappear 

Solo 

        Em7 
He came dancing across the water 
         D 
With his galleons and guns 
Am7 
Looking for the new world 

In the palace in the sun 

On the shore lay Montezuma 
With his coca leaves and pearls 
In his halls, he often wondered 
The secrets of the world 

And his subjects gathered round him 
Like the leaves around a tree 
In their clothes of many colors 
For the angry gods to see 

And the women all were beautiful 
And the men stood straight and strong 
They offered life in sacrifice 
So that others could go on 

Solo (over Cortez verse progression) 

Hate was just a legend 
And war was never known 
The people worked together 
And they lifted many stones 

Then they carried them to the flatlands 
But they died along the way 
And they built up with their bare hands 
What we still can't do today 

And I know she's living there 
And she loves me to this day 
I just can't remember when 
Or how I lost my way 

Solo (back to Method Acting verse progression)
	        

Written by Conor Oberst/Neil Young