1. |
When The Kids Are Gone
01:32
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170 bpm
(D A, D A G)
(F# A) when the kids are gone
(F# A) we can move on and on and on
(F# A) but when the money's gone
(F# A) i don't know where we'll go
(E F#) i done my best
(A F#) through it all
(E F#) i sure as hell won't
(A F#) take the fall
(A F#) take the fall
(A F#) take the fall
(A G)
(D A) so there's nothing left
(D A) just you and me
(D A) two birds in a bush
(D G) finally free
(F# A) when the kids are gone
(F# A) we can move on and on and on
(F# A) but when the money's gone
(F# A) i don't know where we'll go
(E F#, E F#, E F#)
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2. |
Not Scared By An Owl
02:08
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145 bpm
(Am F G)
(Am) been living in these woods
(Dm) for far too long
(F C) to be scared by an owl
(Am) i can recognize
(Dm) the difference between
(F C) a happy and a hungry howl
(Am) but that doesn't mean
(Em) i wouldn't leave this place
(Am B7) if you asked in the right way
(Am) no that doesn't mean
(Em) i wouldn't leave this place
(Am B7) if you asked in the right way
(Am) underneath that tree
(Dm) in the shade
(F C) the seeds have finally sprung to life
(Am) looks like i've built myself
(Dm) some memories
(F C) a place where everything's all right
(Am) but that doesn't mean
(Em) i wouldn't leave this place
(Am B7) if you asked in the right way
(Am) no that doesn't mean
(Em) i wouldn't leave this place
(Am B7) if you asked in the right way
(Am) in fact
(F) i can't
(G) think of a
(Am) wrong way
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3. |
At Least For Now
02:05
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170 bpm
(A Dm) you won't remember me
(A Dm) and i don't ask you to
(A Dm) you've got a better place to be
(A E D) my heart will leave you
at least for now (A Dm)
at least for now (A Dm)
and you got her (A Dm)
and i got me (A Dm)
(A Dm) i shine my foulest feathers
(A Dm) i fixed my nest but it matters not
(A Dm) i still think we belong together
(A E D) but i can see why i messed it up
at least for now (A Dm)
at least for now (A Dm)
and you're with her, i'm with me, and i got me
at least for now
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4. |
Skin My Own Skunk
01:47
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165 bpm
(D Em G Bm, D Em Bm)
(D Em) bring me the gun
(G Bm) i'll bring you the water
(D Em) he swore a night of fun
(G Bm) he promised me his daughter
(D F#m) i heard him sing
(Bm E) these words to me
(G D G) he sang na-na-na na-na na-na na-na
(G D G) he sang na-na-na na-na na-na na-na
(D Em G Bm, D Em G Bm)
(D Em) i can skin my own skunk
(G Bm) you can get back to your prayin'
(D Em) i'd crawl back to my bed
(G Bm) if i's assured that you'd be waitin'
(D F#m) but i heard the birds
(Bm E) sing these words
(G D G) they sang na-na-na na-na na-na na-na
(G D G) they sang na-na-na na-na na-na na-na
(D Em G Bm, D Em G Bm)
(D F#m Bm E)
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5. |
Away From Being Away
01:47
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135 bpm
(D G) how long have we been here
(D G) there's no easy way to say
(D G) we can count the baby rabbits
(D G) but i think we'd rather get away
from being away (Em)
from being away (A7)
from being away (D G)
(D G) a spotted doe by the oak tree
(D G) the one we named Deep in May
(D G) and though it tried its best to help me...
(D G) i spotted you by the Oak tree
(D G) a babe in the woods i guess you'd say
(D G) and though you tried your best to help me
(D G) i think we'd rather be away
from being away (Em)
from being away (A7)
from being away (D)
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6. |
123454321
02:42
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135 bpm
(C G7) you look at me like i'm an old friend
(C F) y'look up and down then up again
(C G7) the smile you sell tells a tall tale
(C F) a mailman handing me junk mail
(Am Dm) well it's 12345
(Am Dm) aren't you glad to be alive
(Am Dm) cuz it's 54321
(Am) and then you're done
(G)
(C G7) here under the sky we're godlike
(C F) back at home we're uptight
(C G7) the crickets agree to share their home
(C F) cuz when we're gone (when we leave) they'll be alone
(Am Dm) and it's 12345
(Am Dm) aren't you glad to be alive
(Am Dm) cuz it's 54321
(Am) and then you're done
(G)
(Em F Em F) run away with me girl, run away to here
(Am Dm) and it's 12345
(Am Dm) aren't you glad to be alive
(Am Dm) yeah it's 54321
(Am) and then you're done, you're done
(G C)
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7. |
Dark And Wordless One
01:36
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Hello, dark and wordless one. I know you're coming for me
Oh, dark and wordless one. I know you're ready for something lonely
to ward off the ones whose voice never stops
and hastens to light the way to an easier day
no one's around
no one's around
So late, you dark and wordless one, is this a sin or a save?
My God, you dark and wordless one, I feel to ready to leave here
But not to return or leave threats and notes.
I just want to get in the boat
I just want
to get in the boat
to get in the boat
to get in the boat
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8. |
Brains From God
01:54
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155 bpm
(C Dm) the same god who gave me my brain
(F G7) gave the squirrels theirs too
(C Am) he gave me just enough
(C E7) to think about the things i do
(C G, C G, C G, C D)
(C Dm) the same god who gave me my brain
(F G7) gave the squirrels theirs too
(C Am) he gave them just enough
(C E7) to think about the things they do
(C G, C G, C G, C D)
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9. |
Up A Tree
01:19
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165 bpm
(Em G) you smiled as you went to bed, but
(C G) not like i had hoped
(C G) not like i had hoped
(D G) on the night we met
(Em C D D) you lit a torch for me
(Em C D) you chased me up a tree
(Em G) you laughed as i hid my eyes, but
(C G) not like i would know
(C G) not like i would know
(D G) i left it all at home
(Em C D D) you lit a torch for me
(Em C D) you chased me up a tree
(A7 D) i wanted nothing more
(A7 D) than a fiery end
(Am Em) you wanted to see me shake
(F# B7) let's start again
(Em G) you smiled as you went to bed, but
(C G) not like i had hoped
(C G) not like i had hoped
(D G) on the night we met
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10. |
On The Spit
01:51
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put a log
in the pit
put a frog
on the spit
don't be worrying about
when we run out
when he boils
won't take long
he'll sing
this song
he'll go... nananana, nanananana
look out
don't sit
on the log
on the spit
don't be worrying about
when we run out
when he boils
not long
he'll sing
this song
he'll go... nananana, nanananana
put another frog on the spit
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11. |
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(D5 G D5 G)
(D5 G, D5 G, D5 G. D5 G)
(A G, A)
Jim: i step out into the field, i wonder what i’ll feel, the morning misty dewy field, i wonder if i’ll feel, anything today, anything at all
Ben/Martin: if i offered you my hand would you kiss it and linger? would you slip a ring around my fourth finger? or with a sound like a clam leaving a shell, would you tear out my nail and make me promise not to tell? would you, would you?
if i shared my diary, would you love it like i cherish you? savour each word and let it nourish you? or would you share it on Facebook and add an illustration, with eyes screwed up of monkey masturbation? would you, would you?
Jim: i step out into the dew, i wonder what i'll do. the dewy field but without you, i wonder if i’ll do anything today, anything at all.
Nick: coffee with wolves tapping off tin, grounds for the grounds and whatever's within, the lake lies so still my wobbly chair, cries for a storm a double-dog dare, you don't know where the angels go, but you want to know where the angels go, I’m not awake I am a wave
feet crack the floor it's surely a sin, to cripple the sticks who guard the morning, the fire has died I buried the light, the smoldering turn the end of the knife, you don't know where the angels go, but you want to know where the angels go, I’m not awake I am a wave
Ben/Martin: would you share my pillow and call me your lover? or pick it up and press it down til i'm covered? til my finger stop twitching and i am smothered? always wishing that i was this other? would you, would you? would you?
Ben/Martin: would you, would you, would you?
Nick: always we move sometimes we glide, joy to the world on the edge of the night
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12. |
Mud Like This
02:24
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175 bpm
(B2 D2 A2 B2, B2 D2 A2 B2)
(B2 D2 A2 B2) i ain't seen mud like this since the spring of '82
(B2 D2 A2 B2) the backyard was all torn up the crew they dug the pool
(D2 D2 B2 B2 Em Em A2) it was different then to say the least
(D Em A2) back then i had somewhere to go
to dry my feet
(B2 D2 A2 B2, B2 D2 A2 B2)
(B2 D2 A2 B2) thinking back it might have been the spring of '84
(B2 D2 A2 B2) this year that year it all becomes a blur
(D2 D2 B2 B2 Em Em A2) where things fit chronologically
(D Em A2) matters less than how they changed
me into me
(B2 D2 A2 B2, B2 D2 A2 B2) [phone call to mom]
(D2 D2 B2 B2 Em Em A2)
(D Em A2)
(B2 D2 A2 B2, B2 D2 A2 B2)
(B2 D2 A2 B2) i ain't seen mud like this since the spring of '83
(B2 D2 A2 B2) i just called my mom and she knew the answer instantly
(D2 D2 B2 B2 Em Em A2) numbers are her thing you see
(D Em A2) i'm more concerned with memories
and somewhere to dry my feet
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13. |
Obnoxious Misfire(s)
01:40
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startled near dawn
by the badger he came back
to wrestle with the refuse
tried to wound him bad
an obnoxious misfire
an obnoxious misfire
this isn't what i like
but it's kinda what i need
and lady yeah i miss you
and i think about my friends
the cabin, we could share it
and we'd make a bunch of kids
obnoxious misfires
obnoxious misfires
this isn't what i like
but it's kinda what i need
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King Everything Pendleton, New York
Loud & quiet; odd & ordinary; mysterious & straightforward; vague & clear; joyous & angry; fast & slow; messy & organized; simple & complicated; succinct & wordy; energetic & lackadaisical; continuous & disjointed; hopeless & rosy; new & familiar.
King Everything recommends:
So good! Consistent, intelligent songs. Made a new album each month for the first quarter of 2013. Hope he keeps it up!
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