HOVER NEAR FAME

     Chords
     E A D G B E
D    x x 0 2 3 2
D/C# x 4 x 2 2 2
Bm   x 2 4 4 3 2
A    x 0 2 2 2 0
G    3 x 0 0 3 3
G/B  x 2 x 0 3 x
D/F# 2 x 0 2 3 x


Ready?

Intro (piano), play 3 times
e-------------------------------------
b--3-3--3--3--3----3-3--3----3-3--3---
g--0-0--0--0--0----0-0--0----2-2--2---
d--0-0-------------x-x-------0-0----0-
a--x-x-------------2-2----2-----------
E--3-3----3--3--3---------------------

then

e-------------------------------------
b--3-3--3--3--3----3-3--3----2-2--2---
g--0-0--0--0--0----0-0--0----2-2--2---
d--0-0-------------x-x----------------
a--x-x-------------2-2----2--4-4----4-
E--3-3----3--3--3---------------------



D                 D/C#
I trust as far as I can spit
Bm                A
You can read deep into it
G                 A
New York nightlife isn't shit
Bm                D/C#
Without a storyboard
D                 D/C#
I don't think much impresses me 
Bm                A
Like a drunk celebrity
G                 A
Just fall down and fall asleep
Bm                D/C#
Like the rest


Chorus

Guitar One follow intro progression

Guitar Two (clean, palm mute)

e------------------------------------
b-----------------------------0h2h3--
g------0h2-----0h2-----0h2--2--------
d--2-2-----2-2-----2-2---------------
a------------------------------------
E------------------------------------


Guitar three (distortion, low volume, e-bow, tremolo)

e------------------------------------
b--3---------------------------------
g------------------------------------
d------------------------------------
a------------------------------------
E------------------------------------

G		B/G	D
On your way out
G		B/G	D
Don't bother picking up your tab
G		B/G	D
It's a stake out
G		B/G	D/C#
Hanging on with baited breath
You're just milking this to death

Verse

So sad I have to disappoint
Her need is not a selling point
The drinks are better in this joint
Everyone's a friend
Not that the nightlife isn't great
And if I seem to be I rate
Don't have tolerence for fakes
What's to say...

Chorus

On your way out
Don't bother picking up your tab
It's a stake out
Hanging on with baited breath
You're just milking this to death

Verse

Somewhere the novelty wore thin
In the city I was in
There was an actor soaked in gin
With an entourage
This is my home away from home
Get a barstool of your own
I watch you sinking like a stone
What a sight...

Chorus

On your way out
Don't bother picking up your tab
It's a stake out
Hanging on with baited breath
You're just milking this for 

Ending

D	D/F#	G	A
Access...What little we posess
D	D/F#	G	A
Any other pays the cover
But it wouldn't be the same

D	D/F#	G	A
Access...Destined to impress
D	D/F#	G	A
You can follow every model
But you always try to hover near fame

Access...What little we posess
Any other pays the cover
But it wouldn't be the same

Access...Destined to impress
You can follow every model
But you always try to hover near fame

Guitar three (distortion, low volume, e-bow, tremolo)

e----------------------------------------
b--3*------------------------------------
g----------------------------------------
d----------------------------------------
a----------------------------------------
E----------------------------------------
*increase rate as song fades

Transcribed by George Thomas