Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
None
I see a Masard roof through the trees.
I see a salty message written in the eaves,
The ground beneath my feet,
The hot garbage and concrete,
And now the tops of buildings,
I can see them too.
(2x)
Interlude
The Argentines collapse in defeat
The adm'ralty surveys the remnants of the fleet.
The ground beaneath their feet,
Is a nautic'lly mapped sheet as thin as paper,
While it slips away from view.
Interlude
1x)
Oxford Comma
Intro
(Drums) G
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford Comma?
I've seen those English dramas too; theyre cruel.
So if theres any other way
To spell the word, its fine with me, with me.
Why would you speak to me that way,
Especially when I always said that I havent the words for you?
All your diction dripping with disdain;
Through the I always tell the truth.
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I've climbed to Dharamsala, too; I did.
I met the highlest Lama;
His accent sounded fine to me, to me.
Check your handbook; it's no trick,
Take the chapstick, put it on your lips, crack a smile, adjust my tie.
Know your boyfriend unlike other guys.
Why would you lie 'bout how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
Why would you lie 'bout anything at all?
First the window, then its to the wall.
Little Jon, he always tells the truth.
Solo
Check your passport; it's no trick,
Take the chapstick, put it on your lips, crack a smile, adjust my tie.
Know your butler unlike other guys.
Why would you tape my conversations?
Show your paintings at the United Nations?
Little Jon, he always tells the truth.
-Punk
Intro
Johanna drove slowly into the city;
The Hudson River all filled with snow.
She spied the ring on His Honor's finger.
Oh, oh, oh!
A thousound years in one piece of silver,
She took it from his lily white hand.
Showed no fear,
She'd seen the thing in the young men's wing at Sloan Kettering.
Bridge
Look outside at the raincoats comin'; say "Oh."
Look outside at the raincoats comin'; say "Oh."
a, a, a, a! a, a, a!
His Honor drove southward seeking exotica,
Down to the pueblo huts of New Mexico.
Cut his teeth on turquoise harmonicas.
Oh, oh, oh!
I saw Johanna down in the subway she took an apartment in Washington Heights
Half of the ring lies here with me,
But the other half's in at the bottom of the sea.
Look outside at the raincoats comin'; say "Oh."
Look outside at the raincoats comin'; say "Oh."
Look outside at the raincoats comin'; say "Oh."
Look outside at the raincoats comin'; say "Oh."
a, a, a, a! a, a, a!
Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa
Intro
As a young girl,
Louis Vuitton,
With your mother,
On a sandy lawn.
As a sophomore,
With reggaeton,
And the linens,
You're sitting on
Is your bed made?
Is your sweater on?
Do you want to?
Like you know I do.
Like you know I do!
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
But this feels so unnatural
Peter Gabriel too
But this feels so unnatural
Peter Gabriel too
Can you stay up
To see the dawn
In the colors
Of Benetton?
Is your bed made?
Is your sweater on?
Do you want to?
Like you know I do.
Like you know I do!
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
But this feels so unnatural,
Peter Gabriel, too
But this feels so unnatural,
Peter Gabriel, too
Is your bed made?
Is your sweater on?
Do you want to?
Like you know I do.
Like you know I do!
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
M79
Intro
It's gunna take a little time, While youre waiting like a factory line,
I'll fly across the park, backseat on the Seventynine,
Wasted days you've come to pass.
So, go, I know you would not stay.
It wasn't true, but anyway.
Polination, yellow cab.
You walk up the stairs, see the french kids by the door.
Up one more flight, see the Buddha on the second floor.
Coronation rickshaw grab.
So, go, I know you would not stay.
It wasn't true, but anyway.
Racist dreams you should not have.
No excuse to be so callous.
Dress yourself in bleeding madras.
Charm your way across the Khyber Pass.
Stay awake to break the habit.
Sing in praise of Jackson Crowter.
Watch your step along the arch of....
No excuse to be so callous.
Dress yourself in bleeding madras.
Charm your way across the Khyber Pass.
Stay awake to break the habit.
Sing in praise of Jackson Crowter.
Watch your step along the arch of glass.
Campus
Intro
I wake up
My shoulder's cold
I've got to leave here.
Before I go
I pull my shirt on
Walk out the door
Drag my feet along the floor
I pull my shirt on
Walk out the door
Drag my feet along the floor
Then I see you,
You're walking 'cross the campus,
Cruel professor,
Studying romances.
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
Walk to class
In front of ya,
Spilled kefir
On your keffiyah.
You look inside
And turn to the door
Drag your feet across the floor
Then I see you,
You're walking 'cross the campus,
Cruel professor,
Studying romances.
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
In the afternoon,
You're out on the stone and grass,
And I'm sleeping on the balcony after class
In the afternoon,
You're out on the stone and grass,
And I'm sleeping on the balcony after class
In the afternoon,
You're out on the stone and grass,
And I'm sleeping on the balcony after class
In the afternoon,
You're out on the stone and grass,
And I'm sleeping on the balcony after class
Bryn
(Unfortunately there arent many chords for the actually words to Bryn, BUT: I'll give
you the bass notes played and I hope you can figure out what to do with them! I'll put the
bass notes in parenthesis so you can differentiate chords from bass notes.)
Intro
Ion displacement wont work in the basement especially when I'm not with you.
Here in the heartland a feelin so startlin I dont know what I should do.
Oh Bryn, you see through the dark
Right past the fireflies that sleep in my heart
You know its easy to see
Wait for the season to come back to me
Nights by the ocean, a westerly motion that moves california to sea.
Eyes like a seagull no kansas palm beetle could ever come close to that free
Oh Bryn, you see through the dark
Right past the fireflies that sleep in my heart
You know its easy to see
Wait for the season to come back to me
One (Blakes Got a New Face)
Intro
Occident out on the weekend.
That's the way that we relax.
English Breakfast tastes like Darjeeling,
But she's too cute to even ask.
Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face) (4x)
Nastiness will cause your doom.
Turn and walk back to your room.
The precedent's already set now.
You spend a week in Old San Juan.
Spanish brownstone with chairs of leather,
And Spanish waves to roll along.
Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face) (4x)
Majesty's not overheard
Cryptographs can't stand the word
Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face) (4x)
Oh your collegiate grief has left you dowdy in sweatshirts,
Absolute horror!
I Stand Corrected
Intro
You've been checking on my facts and I admit I have been lax,
In double screening what I say. It wasn't funny anyway.
I stand corrected (2x)
No one cares when you are wrong,
but I've been at this far too long to act like
that when we should be in perfect harmony.
I stand corrected
I, oh, I stand corrected.
Lord knows I haven't tried.
I'll take my stand one last time.
Forget the protocol, I'll take your hand right in mine.
I stand corrected,
I, oh, I stand corrected
Walcott
(Like Bryn, Walcott doesnt have chords for the first 2 verses, so I'll track the bass
notes with parenthesis)
Intro
Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Dont't you want to get out of Cape Cod, out of Cape Cod tonight?
Walcott, Mystic Seaport is that way.
Don't you know that your life could be lost out of Cap Cod tonight?
(note: it says no chords because theres an intricate piano part, but you can just
arpeggiate whatever. I wont write anything in, the bass notes are the same if you want
to use those.)
Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod, out of Cape Cod tonight?
Walcott, the Bottleneck is a shit show,
Hyannisport is a ghetto, out of Cape Cod tonight.
The lobsters claw is sharp as knives.
Evil feasts on human lives.
The Holy Roman Empire roots for you!
(note: here, block your chords. it gives more to the song)
Walcott, all the way to New Jersey,
all the way to the Garden State, out of Cape Cod tonight.
Walcott, fuck the women from Wellfleet, fuck the bears out in Provincetown.
Heed my words and take flight!
Walcott, dont you know that it's insane?
Dont you want to get out of Cape Cod, out of Cape Cod tonight? (3x)
The Kids Dont Stand a Chance
Intro
A devistating backstroke all the way from France.
With shiny shiny cufflinks, a shirtsleeve to enhance.
The pinstriped men of morning are coming for to dance.
With pure Egyptian cotton, the kids dont stand a chance.
You criticize the practice by murdering their plants.
Ignoring all the hist'ry, denying them romance.
The pinstriped men of morning are coming for to dance.
Forty million dollars, the kids dont stand a chance.
I didn't like the bus'ness but that was at first glance.
Your pillow feels so soft now, but still you must advance.
The pinstriped men of morning, the partners in the dance.
The papers shot to pieces, the kids dont stand a chance.