Accident
Lisa Loeb - The Way It Really Is (2004)

Open tuning, no capo.

Based on tab submitted by Lou Grassi (Loubo13@netscape.net)

This song has so many variations I cannot possibly tab it all out. So, what I am going to do is give you the basic structure and you can play it as you wish. This is quite a rough guide, so if you have any corrections, feel free to email me.

So... basically, this is how it starts:

e|--------------------------------------------------------------/---------------
B|--------------------------------0-------------------------0-0---0--/----3-----
G|---0----0---0---0---0---0---0--0-----0-0-----0-0------5-5---5--/--------------
D|---2---2---2---2---3---3------3---------------------------------/-------------
A|--------------------------------------------------------------/---------------
E|----------------------------------------4------=-4---4---4-5-----5----/--4-5--


The heir is introduced, she waltzes through her ballroom, swirling in her sequins, showing off her gown 
she steps on her own train, she falls,    she cracks her jaw, 
aghast, her husband giggles,             he gasps 
she slipped on spilled champagne 

Chorus 

G  Fmaj7  Am  

And we crowd around the accident 


G         Fmaj7     Am
We want to see the worst 

G           Fmaj7    Am
We crowd around the accident 
   E                Fmaj7

We want to see what hurts 


Then repeat (roughly) the 1st verse tab:

They're leaning in the corner
He's buried in a baggie
They say he's mischievous sometimes
She's pretty 
and her elbows are so pointy, they're dangerous, talking in the locker room 
His nose bleeds so profusely 
but no one tell him he's the star 
They watch like at the movies that he's famous for 

CHORUS 


Bridge:
e|--------------0-------------0----
B|----------1-------------1---1--
G|-------2---------------2--------
D|-----2----------------2----------
A|---0-------2-------0------------
E|---------------0-----------*repeat

two stories 
about to fall 
boasting at the swingset 
marching down the hall 
she yelled 'cause he upset her desk 
don't yell 
he's picking sides 
he's hitching rides to school 
his father left in winter 
he's no one's son 
if I can poke her with a pencil 
then I can pop her with a gun 


Chorus 

we think 
I'm glad it wasn't me 
and turn up the TV 
we squeeze our eyes shut 
but leave a space to see