Capo 3rd fret
A
guitar 2 (heavy wa-wa)
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Cold Brains, unmoved, untouched, unglued,
alone at last
no thoughts, no mind to rot behind
a trail of disasters
a final curse abandoned hearse
we ride disowned corroded to the bone
the fields of green are bent, obscene
i lay upon the gravel
a worm of hope a hangman's rope
pulls me one way or the other
a final curse abandoned hearse
we write this song corroded to the bone
harmonica "solo"
a bird of song is heard no longer
in the evacuated heavens
the drain is drawn and drained and gone
and on and on, it doesn't matter
a final curse abandoned hearse
we ride disowned corroded to the bone
harmonica "solo", fade
2. Nobodys Fault But My Own
Guitar is tuned down a whole step, and 1st and 6th strings are dropped to C
treated you like a rusty blade
a throwaway from an open grave
cut you loose from a chain gang and let you go
and on the day you said it's true
some love holds, some gets used
tried to tell you I never knew it could be so sweet
who could ever be so cruel,
blame the devil for the things you do
its such a selfish way to lose
the way you lose these wasted Blues these wasted Blues
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
when the moon is a counterfeit
better find the one that fits
better find the one that lights the way for you
when the road is full of nails,
garbage pails and darkened jails
and their tongues are full of heartless tales that drain on you
who would ever notice you
you fade into a shaded room
it's such a selfish way to lose
the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
etc.
3. Lazy Flies
lazy flies all hovering above
the magistrate, he puts on his gloves
and he looks to the clouds
all pink and disheveled
there must be some blueprints,
some creed of the devil
inscribed in our minds
a hideous game
vanishes in thin air
the vanity of slaves
who wants to be there?
to sweep the debris
to harness dead-horses
to ride in the sun
a life of confessions
written in the dust
out in the mangroves the mynah birds cry
in the shadows of sulphur the trawlers drift by
they're chewing dried meat house of disrepute
the dust of opiates and syphilis patients
on brochure vacations
fear has a glare that traps you
like searchlights
the puritans stare
their souls are fluoresecent
the skin of a robot
vibrates with pleasure
matrons and gigolos
carouse in the parlor
their hand-grenade eyes
invalid and blind
a hideous game
vanishes in thin air
the vanity of slaves
who wants to be there?
to sweep the debris
to harness dead-horses
to ride in the sun
a life of confessions
written in the dust
La la la la la la la etc.
end on C
4. Canceled Check
here are some of the good country licks used:
Verse
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chords used:
I hate to do this but you're a pain in the neck
I thought you knew this you're handing me a canceled check
you're so helpless your girlfriends think you're a saint
I'll give you a quarter I'll keep my judgements to myself
and i get caught up in the moonlight
reaching out for a rotten egg I don't want to beg
it's crystal clear your time is nearly gone
count your blessings and do the things that you should
o the has-beens that never had it so good
stormy weather the kids are making a racket
in the wilderness the wild lives are so mild
Chorus
Chorus
6. We Live Again
these withered hands have dug for a dream
sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
over the hill a desolate wind
turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy
the end
o the end
we live again
o i grow weary of the end
o hungry days the footsteps of fools
gazing alone through sex-painted windows
dredging the night drunk libertines
stink like a colognes from the newfangled wasteland
Chorus
Bridge
love is a plague in a mix-match parade
where the castaways look so deranged
when will the children learn to let their wildernesses burn
and love will be new never cold and vacant
these withered hands have dug for a dream
sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
Chorus
6. Tropicalia
[B7#9] [D#7#9] [C#7#9]
when they b[B7#9]eat on a broken guitar
and on the [B7#9]streets they reek of tropical charms
the embass[B7#9]ies lie in hideous shards
where tourists snore and decay
when they dance in a reptile blaze
you wear a mask an equatorial haze
into the past a colonial maze
where there's no more confetti to throw
[D#7#9]you didn't know what to say to you[D#7#9]rself
love is a poverty you couldn't s[C#7#9]ell
misery waiting in vague hot[B7#9]els
to be evicted
you're out of luck you're singing funeral songs
to the studs they're anabolic and bronze
they seem to strut in their millennial fogs
'til they fall down and deflate
Chorus
now you've had your fun
under an air-conditioned sun
it's burned into your eyes
leaves you plain and left behind
see them eyes and fall
into the jaws of a pestilent love
you didn't know what to say to yourself
love is a poverty you couldn't sell
misery waiting in vague hotels
to be a victim
7. Dead Melodies
where will you go when this day is over
a gambler's purse lays on the road
straight to your door
snakes have gone crazy tonight
winding their way out of sight
a laugh, a joke a sentiment wasted
seasons of strangers they've come and gone
doldrums are pounding,
cheapskates are clowning this town
who could disown themselves now
engineer, slow down this old train
cinders and chaff laugh at the moon
night birds will cackle
rotting like apples on trees
sending their dead melodies...to me
8. Bottle of Blues
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C-||-------||-------3-2-
i just found me a bottle of blues
some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
ain't it hard ain't it hard,
to want somebody who doesn't want you
and i've been waiting for a year, a day
some strange weather must be blowin' my way
cause i got no mind to go or to stay,
or be left behind
holdin' hands with an impotent dream
in a brothel of fake energy
put a nickel in the graveyard machine
i get higher and lower
i get higher and lower
like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot
and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
egos drone and pose alone
like black balloons all banged and blown
on a backwoods river the infidels shiver
in the stench of belief
i tell my momma i'm a hundred years late
i'm over the rails and out of the race
and the crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw
are ringing in my ears
holdin' hands with an impotent dream
in a brothel of fake energy
put a nickel in the graveyard machine
i get higher and lower
i get higher and lower
like a tired soldier
with nothin' to shoot
and nowhere dreams it's a..
bottle of blues
(repeat first verse)
holdin' hands with an impotent dream
in a brothel of fake energy
put a nickel in the graveyard machine
i get higher and lower
i get higher and lower
like a tired soldier
with nothin' to shoot
and nowhere dreams it's a..
bottle of blues
bottle of blues
9. O Maria
there was no one nothing to see
the night is useless and so are we
cause everybody knows
the fabric of folly is fallen apart at the seams
and i've been lookin' for a good time
but the pleasures are seldom and few
there's no whiskey there's no wine
just the concrete and a worried mind
'cause everybody knows death creeps in slow
til you feel safe in his arms
and i've been lookin' for a new friend
and i don't care if he's decrepit and grey
(trombone solo verse)
o maria haven't you known
days so careless
all on your own
'cause everybody knows the circus is closed
and the animals have gone wild
and i've been lookin' for my shadow
but this place is so bright and so clean
(repeat first verse)
12 string solo
10. Sing It Again
a town of disrespect
the trains are wrecked
the night is younger then us
nowhere is anywhere else
you keep to yourself
stirring the dregs where i have layed
the exit signs are flashing
dead ends they won't come to life anymore
i pledge the rest
i should have guessed
your love was hanging by threads
tongues tied under the moon,
my love is a room of broken bottles
and tangled webs
the misers wind their minds
like clocks that grind their gears
on and on
Solo
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nobody's home
oh won't you lay my bags
upon on the funeral fire and sing it again
Harmonica solo
oh won't you lay my bags
upon on the funeral fire and sing it again
11. Static
Intro riff
it's so easy to laugh at yourself
and all those jokes have already been written
seems like another vain attempt
to let yourself fall out of the oven
holy mountains
they look so tired
and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside
who you foolin' with the fools are right
it's the same thing but it's almost as different
hard to tell when it pacifies your mind
leaves you stranded with a broken engine
lazy desert looks so mangled
let me drown in a convalescent bliss
get up from your bed of rest
been a long time since you've lived
but the static in your mind
leaves you hollow and unkind
with a shock electric wave turns you on.
you've been flunked out of the devils house
delinquent hygienes are so abrasive
some distortion that's never been known
on the treadmill you've been runnin' forever
holy mountains, they look so tired
and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside
( )4x
begone
12.(unlisted) Diamond Bollocks
Intro
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
offices and fountains that they named for you
dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom
hari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms
girl you dream infections from a nauseous heart
choice cut meats from derelict boulevards
(birds chirping)
(no chords)
hear that lonesome whistle blow
no direction to be known
in a senile of revery
a tearful gaze turns away
eroding cold and grey
scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness
(bass comes back in)
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
offices and fountains that they named for you
so ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face
terrorist confections look so out of place
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
( )4x