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Anais Mitchell : Young Man In America
2012

  1. Wilderland
  2. Young Man In America
  3. Coming Down
  4. Dyin' Day
  5. Venus
  6. Tailor
  7. Shepherd

Wilderland

Oh, mother shelter, a mother is a shelterer Oh, mother shelter, mother, shelter us From the wild winds howling, ooh Oh, father shepherd, a father is a shepherder Oh, father shepherd, father, shepherd us From the wild wolves howling, ooh Your cities are a wilderland, look upon your children Your cities are a wilderland, look upon your, look upon your Highways are a wilderland, look upon your children Your highways are a wilderland, look upon your, look upon your Look upon your children wandering in the wilderland Look upon your children wandering in the wood, singing, ooh

Young Man In America

Capo:
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My mother gave a mighty shout
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Opened her legs and let me out
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Hungry as a prairie dog Young man in America Young man in America
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Hungry, hungry, running every which way
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Young man in America I come out like a cannonball Come of age of alcohol Raven in a field of rye With a black and roving eye Black and roving eye Ravenous, ravenous, what you've got is not enough Young man in America
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Oh shelter
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Mother shelter
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Mother shelter us Ooh... My father was a lord of land My daddy was a repo man He put me out into the street He didn't give a damn for me Did not give a damn Daddy, daddy, gonna wish you never had me I'm a young man I'm growing right before your eyes I might grow to such a size Blowing like a hurricane Everyone will know my name Everyone will know my name Blowing in, blowing out Shadow on a mountaintop Young man in America Oh shepherd Father shepherd Father shepherd us Ooh... In my feathers and furs Clothes of many colours Many men will envy me When I'm in my finery Me and my finery Envy me, envy me, spending all of my bright money Young man in America Maybe I'll climb the stairs With the girl with golden hair Hold her like a sword and shield Up against this lonely world Up against the world It's a lonely, lonely world For a yellow-headed girl And a young man |
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Like the wind I make my moan Howl in the canyon There's a hollow in my bones Make me cry and carry on Make the foam fly from my tongue Make me want what I want Another wayward son Waiting on oblivion Waiting for a kingdom Come to meet me in my sin Waiting to be born again Mother kiss me cheek and chin Mmm, a little medicine Mmm, I'm gonna shed my skin Mmm, and let me climb back in The bed you made me in

Coming Down

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I never felt so high I never felt so high I never felt so high I think I'm coming down I never laughed so loud I never laughed so loud I never laughed so loud I think I'm coming down Nothing gonna stop me now Nothing gonna stop me now Nothing gonna stop me now
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Please don't leave
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Easy feeling
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Don't leave me like that
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Not yet
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Don't set me
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Free, free, free, free, free
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I never felt so high I never felt so high I never felt so high I never laughed so loud I never laughed so loud I never laughed so loud Nothing gonna stop me now Nothing gonna stop me now Nothing gonna stop me now

Dyin' Day

Capo:
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 Be it work or be it rite? Father, tell me Brings us to the mountainside Every day a dying day Be it work or be it rite Oh my sweet babe We come to make a sacrifice Every day a dying day Be it ox or be it ram? Father, tell me Please the God of Abraham Every day a dying day Be it ox or be it ram Oh my sweet babe It is the blood of the innocent Every day a dying day And who are you to understand The ways of him who holds the blade? And who are you to stay the hand Of him who made you? Be it ill or be it good? Father, tell me Makes you bind me hand and foot Every day a dying day Be it ill or be it good Oh my sweet babe I am doing as I should Every day a dying day Every day a dying day Every day a dying day

Venus

I've seen Venus, Venus coming She come down in a cloud machine And I believe, I believe that she is The only woman I ever seen She came curving, soft and hard Carved out of marble, tall and fair Her heart is a temple and lover you better Kneel if you ever enter there She don't need no one, don't need no one Don't need no one to hold her hand I just want to see her face again I want to see her again Venus laughing, Venus singing Venus moaning, oh my God It's like to set the green earth spinning It's like to light the sky above She opened her mouth, birds flew out Her love was hovering all around And my love moved inside of me A snake waked up in my body I'm not making, I ain't making I'm not making any kind of plan I just want to see her face again And again, I want to see her again I've seen Venus, Venus leaving I don't even know what it means But I believe, I believe that she is The only woman I ever seen

Tailor

Capo:
III
Intro
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This is where she breaks from pattern
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Now that he's gone away...
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Didn't I gleam in my father's eye...
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Didn't I split my mother's side...
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Didn't I drink her nipple dry...
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No one taught me how to cry... When he said When he said that he liked my cut of hair I became a barber When he said When he said that my scent was Eau de Fleur I became a perfumer When he said When he said that he liked the clothes I wore I became a tailor And I sewed a party dress In and out and in and out With a needle and a thread In and out and in and out In my head, the thought of him In and out, in and out and in When he said When he said he was leaving I took up the violin When he said When he said that my body he'd not miss I became a sculptress When he said When he said that my face he'd soon forget I became a poet And the fiddle and the bow In and out and in and out And the chiseling stone In and out and in and out And the fountain pen In and out, in and out and in Now that he's gone away There isn't anyone to say If I'm a lady gay, or a crazy woman Now that he's gone away There isn't anyone to say If I'm a diamond or a dime a dozen Didn't I gleam in my father's eye? Who am I? Who am I? Didn't I split my mother's side? Who am I? Who am I? Didn't I drink her nipple dry? Who am I? And no one taught me how to cry Who am I? How to cry for what I wanted in the night Who am I? Who am I? And didn't I cry and cry? Who am I? Who am I?

Shepherd

Capo:
VI
Based on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ArK5lxYnRQ
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Said the shepherd to his wife
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The crop of hay is cut and dried
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I'll bail it up and bring it in
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Before the coming storm begins Go, she said, and beat the storm And then there is another chore Today the baby will be born You'll take me to the hospital Said the shepherd, if it's true 'Twere better if I stayed with you I'd rather let the harvest go And hasten to the hospital Nay, she told him, I'll be fine We both have laboring to do You do yours and I'll do mine And the babe will wait till the work is through
Instrumental verse
The shepherd rode the yellow rows The clouds above and the field below Until the bails had all been tied Then home returned to find his wife The sweat was wet upon her brown Her breath it cameth labouredly And then the rain was coming down Upon the field of yellow hay Said the shepherd, it's no use The rain will surely win the race 'Twere better if we let it fall And hurry to the hospital Go, she said, and work with haste And bring the bails into the barn Else the crop will go to waste And the babe will wait till the work is done
Instrumental verse
The shepherd drove into the storm And to and from the yellow barn Till half the bails were safely in Then went to find his wife again How many times her name he called And no replying would she make Her breath it cameth not at all She would not rise from where she lay
Instrumental verse
The storm was o'er within the hour The shepherd saw the sun come out The shepherd's wife saw ne'er again He buried her and the babe within He turned the seed into the ground He brought the flock to feed thereon He held the cleaver and the plow And the shepherd's work was never done