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David Bowie : Hunky Dory
1971

  1. Changes
  2. Oh! You Pretty Things
  3. Eight Line Poem
  4. Life On Mars?
  5. Kooks
  6. Quicksand

  7. Fill Your Heart
  8. Andy Warhol
  9. Song For Bob Dylan
  10. Queen Bitch
  11. Bewlay Brothers

Changes

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Db7
Dm7
Eb7
F7
D
F7
D
F7
Oh yeah!
C
Em7
Still don't know what I was waiting for
F
G
And my time was running wild
F
A million dead-end streets and
C
Em7
Every time I thought I'd got it made
F
G
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
Cmaj7
Dm7
Em7
Ebm7
So I turned myself to face me
Dm7
G
But I've never caught a glimpse
Cmaj7
Dm7
Em7
Ebm7
Of how the others must see the faker
Dm7
G
I'm much too fast to take that test
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C/a
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes! Turn and face the strange
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Ch-ch-changes! Don't want to be a richer man
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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes! Turn and face the strange
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Ch-ch-changes! It's gonna have to be a different man
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C/g
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Time may change me
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F/a
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But I can't trace time
C
Em7
I watch the ripples change their size
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G
F
But never leave the stream of warm impermanence
C
Em7
And so the days float through my eyes
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G
But still the days seem the same
Cmaj7
Dm7
Em7
Ebm7
And these children that you spit on
Dm7
G
As they try to change their worlds
Cmaj7
Dm7
Em7
Ebm7
Are immune to your consultations
Dm7
G
They're quite aware of what they're going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes! Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes! Don't want to be a richer man Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes! Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes! It's gonna have to be a different man Time may change me, but I can't trace time
Dm
Em
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F/c
C
Strange fascination, fascinating me
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Changes are taking the pace I'm going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes! Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes! Don't want to be a richer man Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes! Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes! It's gonna have to be a different man Time may change me, but I can't trace time
Dm
Em
I said that time may change me But I can't trace time
Dm7
Em7
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Dm7
Dbmaj7
Cmaj7

Oh! You Pretty Things

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Wake up, you sleepy head
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Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
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Put another log on the fire for me
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I've made some breakfast and coffee
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Look out my window and what do I see?
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A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
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All your nightmares came today
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And it looks as though they're here to stay |
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What are we coming to?
Dsus4
Dm
No room for me, no fun for you
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I think about a world to come
G
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Where the books were found by the golden ones
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Written in pain, written in awe
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Dm
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Bb
By a puzzled man who questioned what we were here for
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All your strangers came today
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And it looks as though they're here to stay
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Am
Oh you pretty things
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Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane?
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Oh you pretty things
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Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane?
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Let me make it plain!
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You've got to make way for the Homo Superior
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Look out at your children
Dsus4
Dm
See their faces in golden rays
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Don't kid yourself they belong to you
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They're the start of a coming race
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The earth is a bitch, we've finished our news
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Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use
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All the strangers came today
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And it looks as though they're here to stay Oh you pretty things Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane? Oh you pretty things Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane? Let me make it plain! You've got to make way for the Homo Superior

Eight Line Poem

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Tactful cactus by your window
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Surveys the prairie of your room
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Mobile spins to its collision
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Clara puts her head between her paws
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They've opened shops down on the west side
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Will all the cacti find a home?
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E7
But the key to the city
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Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky
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Oh oh
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Life On Mars?

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Fmaj7/e
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It's a god-awful small affair
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Gm
To the girl with the mousy hair
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But her mummy is yelling no
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And her daddy has told her to go
Fmaj7/e
Cm6/d#
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
D7
Gm
Now she walks through her sunken dream
Gm7/f
C7/e
To the seat with the clearest view
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And she's hooked to the silver screen
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Fm
But the film is a saddening bore
Ab7
Db
For she's lived it ten times or more
A+
Bbm
She could spit in the eyes of fools
Db7
As they ask her to focus on...
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Eb
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Gm7
F#+
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Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
Fm
Cm7
It's the freakiest show
Ebm7
Take a look at the
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Eb
Lawman beating up the wrong guy
Gm7
F#+
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Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
Fm
Cm7
He's in the best selling show
Ebm
Gm
F#+
Bb
C7
Is there life on Mars?
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F#dim
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Am
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Bbm
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Fmaj7/e
Cm6/d#
It's on America's tortured brow
D7
Gm
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Gm7/f
C7/e
Now the workers have struck for fame
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F
Because Lennon's on sale again
Fmaj7/e
Cm6/d#
See the mice in their million hordes
D7
Gm
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Gm7/f
C7/e
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
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To my mother, my dog, and clowns
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Fm
But the film is a saddening bore
Ab7
Db
Because I wrote it ten times or more
A+
Bbm
It's about to be writ again
Db7
As I ask you to focus on...
Bb
Eb
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Gm7
F#+
F
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
Fm
Cm7
It's the freakiest show
Ebm7
Take a look at the
Bb
Eb
Lawman beating up the wrong guy
Gm7
F#+
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Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
Fm
Cm7
He's in the best selling show
Ebm
Gm
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Is there life on Mars?

Kooks

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Will you stay in our lovers' story?
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If you stay you won't be sorry
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'Cause we believe in you
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Am
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Soon you'll grow, so take a chance
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With a couple of kooks hung up on romancing
Repeat verse 1
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We bought a lot of things to keep you warm and dry
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And a funny old crib on which the paint won't dry
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G/b
I bought you a pair of shoes
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G/b
A trumpet you can blow and a book of rules
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Oh what to say to people when they pick on you
A
'Cause if you stay with us you're gonna be pretty kooky too
Repeat verse 1
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And if you ever have to go to a school Remember how they messed up this old fool Don't pick fights with the bullies or the cads 'Cause I'm not much cop at punching other people's dads And if the homework brings you down Then we'll throw it on the fire and take the car downtown
Repeat verse 1 in E:
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Esus4
Will you stay in our lovers' story?
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Esus4
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Esus4
If you stay you won't be sorry
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'Cause we believe in you
Bm
E
Bm
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Soon you'll grow, so take a chance
Bm
E
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G
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With a couple of kooks, hung up on romancing
Repeat and fade

Quicksand

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I'm closer to the golden dawn
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Gsus4
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Immersed in Crowley's uniform of imagery
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I'm living in a silent film
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Gsus4
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Portraying Himmler's sacred realm of dream reality
Cm7
I'm frightened by the total goal
F
Drawing to the ragged hole
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Em7
C
And I ain't got the power anymore
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G
Am7
No I ain't got the power anymore
Am7
A
D
I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes
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A
Living proof of Churchill's lies - I'm destiny
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I'm torn between the light and dark
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Where others see their target divine symmetry
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Should I kiss the viper's fang
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Or herald loud the death of man
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I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts
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And I ain't got the power anymore
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Don't believe in yourself
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Don't deceive with belief
C#dim
Bm7
Knowledge comes with death's release
Cdim
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F#m7
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Ah...
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I'm not a prophet or a stone age man
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A
Just a mortal with potential of a superman - I'm living on
D
I'm tethered to the logic of homo sapien
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A
Can't take my eyes from the great salvation of bullshit faith
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If I don't explain what you ought to know
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You can tell me all about it on the next Bardo
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F#m7
Em7
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I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts
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And I ain't got the power anymore
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F#m7
Don't believe in yourself
Cdim
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Don't deceive with belief
C#dim
Bm7
Knowledge comes with death's release
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E
Ah...

Fill Your Heart

<Biff Rose and Paul Williams>
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Fill your heart with love today
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Don't play the game of time
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Things that happen in the past
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F#m
Only happened in your mind, only in your mind
G#m
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Oh-oh, forget your mind
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E7
And you'll be free, yeah
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E7
The writing's on the wall
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Free, yeah
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F#m
And you can know it all if you choose
G#m
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B
Just remember, lovers never lose
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B
'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure
C#m
G#m
And of thoughts unkind
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Gentleness clears the soul
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Love cleans the mind and makes it
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Free...
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Free...
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Oh, happiness is happening
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Dragons have been bled
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Gentleness is everywhere
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Fear's just in your head, only in your head
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Fear is in your head, only in your head, so forget your head And you'll be free, yeah The writing's on the wall Free, yeah And you can know it all if you choose Just remember, lovers never lose 'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure And of thoughts unkind Gentleness clears the soul Love will clean your mind and makes you... Free... Free...
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Free, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Free, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

Andy Warhol

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Like to take a cement fix
A
Be a standing cinema
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Dress my friends up just for show
Am
Em
See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain Two new pence to have a go I'd like to be a gallery Put you all inside my show
Em
A
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Em
Andy Warhol looks a scream
Am
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Hang him on my wall
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C
Em
Andy Warhol, silver screen
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Can't tell them apart at all
Repeat intro riff
Andy walking, Andy tired Andy take a little snooze Tie him up when he's fast asleep Send him on a pleasant cruise When he wake up on the sea He sure to think of me and you He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue What a jolly boring thing to do Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, silver screen Can't tell them apart at all

Song For Bob Dylan

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Ah, hear this, Robert Zimmerman, I wrote this song for you
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F#m
E
About a strange young man called Dylan with a voice like sand and glue
G#m
C#m7
B
A
Some words in truthful vengeance could pin us to the floor
F#m
G#m
A
B
Brought a few more people on and put the fear in a whole lot more
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D
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Oh, here she comes, here she comes, here she comes again
A
E
The same old painted lady from the brow of the super-brain
F#m
G
She'll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend
A
E
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook could send her home again Gave your heart to every bedsit room, at least a picture on the wall And you sat behind a million pair of eyes and told them how they saw Then we lost your train of thought, your paintings are all your own While troubles are rising, we'd rather be scared together than alone Oh, here she comes, here she comes, here she comes again The same old painted lady from the brow of the super-brain She'll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook could send her home again
Repeat intro chords
Now hear this, Robert Zimmerman, though I don't suppose we'll meet Ask your good friend Dylan if he'd gaze a while down the old street Tell him we've lost his poems, so we're writing on the walls Give us back our unity, give us back our family
F#m
G#m
A
B
You're every nation's refugee, don't leave us with their sanity Oh, here she comes, here she comes, here she comes again The same old painted lady from the brow of the super-brain She'll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend
A
E
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook could send her home again
A
A
Oh, a couple of songs from your old scrapbook could send her home again
E
A
Here she comes, here she comes
E
(
A
) Here she comes
Repeat intro, ending on
E

Queen Bitch

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I'm up on the eleventh floor and I'm watching the cruisers below
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He's down on the street and he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
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Oh my heart's in the basement, my weekend's at an all time low
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C
'Cause she's hoping to score, so I can't see her letting him go
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E
Am
Walk out of her heart, walk out of her mind (no not her)
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D
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
B
D
In her frock coat and bippity-boppity hat
B
C
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F
C
Oh God, I could do better than that! She's an old time ambassador of sweet talking, night walking games And she's known in the darkest clubs for pushing ahead of the dames If she says she can do it, then she can do it, she don't make false claims
C
F
E
For she's a queen and such are queens that your laughter is sucked in their brains
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C
But now she's leading him on and she'll lay him right down
F
E
Now she's leading him on and she'll lay him right down
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C
But it could have been me, yes it could have been me
E
A
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say? No, no, no She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bippity-boppity hat Oh God, I could do better than that!

Bewlay Brothers

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And so the story goes they wore the clothes
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Em
A
They said the things to make it seem improbable
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Em
A7
The whale of a lie like they hope it was
D
And the good men tomorrow had their feet in the wallow
Em
And their heads of brawn were nicer shorn
A
D
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
Em
A
D
And the world was asleep to our latent fuss
Em
Sighing the swirl through the streets
A
Bm
Like the crust of the sun, the Bewlay Brothers
A
In our wings that bark
G
Flashing teeth of brass
F#
Standing tall in the dark
Em/a
G
Oh, and we were gone, hanging out with your dwarf men
Em
C
We were so turned on by your lack of conclusions |
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Well I was stone and he was wax
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Em
So he could scream and still relax, unbelievable
A
D
Em
A7
And we frightened the small children away
D
And our talk was old and dust would flow through our veins
Em
And lo it was midnight back of the kitchen door
A
D
Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor
Em
A
D
And the solid book we wrote cannot be found today
Em
It was stalking time
A
Bm
For the moon boys, the Bewlay Brothers
A
With our backs on the arch
G
In the devil may be here
F#
But he can't sing about that
F#sus4
Em/a
G
Oh and they were gone, real cool traders
Em
C
We were so turned on, you thought we were fakers |
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Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
D
Em
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
A
D
Em
A7
Woven on the edging of my pillow
D
Now my brother lays upon the rocks
D
Em
He could be dead, he could be not, he could be you
A7
D
D7
He's chameleon, comedian Corinthian and caricature
Em
A
D
Shooting up pie in the sky the Bewlay Brothers
Em
A
Bm
In the feeble and the bad the Bewlay Brothers
A
In the blessed and cold
G
F#
In the crutch-hungry dark was where we flayed our mark
F#sus4
Em/a
G
Oh and we were gone, kings of oblivion
Em
C
We were so turned on, in the mind warp pavilion
Bm
C5
F
Bm
Lay me place and bake me pie I'm starving for me gravy
Bm
C5
F
Bm
Leave my shoes and door unlocked I might just slip away
F
Hey, just for the day Hey, please come away