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Nick Cave : Abattoir Blues
2004

  1. Get Ready For Love
  2. Cannibal's Hymn
  3. There She Goes, My Beautiful World
  4. Abattoir Blues
  5. Let The Bells Ring

Get Ready For Love

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Gm
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Get ready for love! Praise Him!
Gm
A
Get ready for love! Praise Him!
Gm
A
Get ready for love! Get ready!
Gm
Well, most of all nothing much ever really happens
A
And God rides high up in the ordinary sky
Gm
Until we find ourselves at our most distracted
A
And the miracle that was promised creeps quietly by
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E
Calling every boy and girl
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E
Calling all around the world
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Calling every boy and girl
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D
Calling all around the world Get ready for love! Get ready! Get ready for love! Praise Him! The mighty wave their hankies from their high-windowed palace Sending grief and joy down in supportable doses And we search high and low without mercy or malice While the gate to the Kingdom swings shut and closes Calling every boy and girl Calling all around the world Calling every boy and girl Calling all around the world
Gm
Praise Him till you've forgotten what you're praising Him for Praise Him till you've forgotten what you're praising Him for
A
Then praise Him a little bit more Yeah, praise Him a little bit more
Gm
Praise Him till you've forgotten what you're praising Him for Praise Him till you've forgotten what you're praising Him for
A
Praise Him a little bit more
D
Yeah, praise Him a little bit more Get ready for love! Praise Him! Get ready for love! Get ready!
Gm
I searched the seven seas and I've looked under the carpet
A
And browsed through the brochures that govern the skies
Gm
Then I was just hanging around, doing nothing
A
And looked up to see his face burned in the retina of your eyes Calling every boy and girl Calling all around the world Calling every boy and girl Calling all around the world Get ready for love! Praise Him! Get ready for love! Praise Him!
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Cannibal's Hymn

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You have a heart and I have a key Lie back and let me unlock you Those heathens you hang with down by the sea All they want to do is defrock you
Am
I know a river, where we can dream
Em
It will swell up, burst its banks babe, and rock you
Bm
C
But if you're gonna dine with them cannibals
Bm
C
D
Sooner or later, darling, you're gonna get eaten
G
D
But I'm glad you've come around here with your animals
Em
C
And your heart that is bruised but unbeaten
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D
Em
And beating like a drum
Em
I will sit like a bird on a fence Sing you songs with a happy ending Swoop down and tell you that it don't make much sense To attack the very thing you're defending
Am
Didn't I just buy that dress for you?
Em
That pink paper pinafore that you keep mending
Bm
C
Well, if you're gonna dine with the cannibals
Bm
C
D
Sooner or later, darling, you're gonna get eaten
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D
But I'm glad you've come around here with your animals
Em
C
And your heart that is banging and beating
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D
Em
And banging like a gong
Em
I can see that they've hurt you, dear Here is some moonlight to cloak us And I will never desert you here Unpetaled among the crocus
Am
Allow me, my love, to allay your fear
Em
As I swim in and out of focus
Bm
C
But if you're gonna dine with the cannibals
Bm
C
D
Sooner or later, darling, you're gonna get eaten
G
D
But I'm glad you've come around here with your animals
Em
C
And your heart that is bruised but bleating
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D
Em
And bleeding like a lamb
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Em
Banging like a gong
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Em
Beating like a drum
Em

There She Goes, My Beautiful World

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Cm*
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Cm*
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Cm*
The wintergreen, the juniper, the cornflower and the chicory
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Cm*
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Cm
All the words you said to me still vibrating in the air
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Cm
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Cm
The elm, the ash and the linden tree, the dark and deep enchanted sea
F
Cm
F
C
The trembling moon and the stars unfurled, there she goes, my beautiful world
C
G
There she goes, my beautiful world
Am
There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes, my beautiful world
G
Cm
F
Cm
F
There she goes again
Cm*
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Cm*
F
John Wilmot penned his poetry riddled with the pox
Cm*
F
Cm*
F
Nabokov wrote on index cards At a lectern, in his socks
Cm
F
Cm
F
St. John of the Cross did his best stuff imprisoned in a box
Cm
F
Cm
F
And Johnny Thunders was half alive when he wrote Chinese Rocks
Cm
F
Well, me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
Cm
F
Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
Cm
F
Me, I'm lying here, for what seems years
Cm
F
I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head
Cm
F
Send that stuff on down to me
Cm
Send that stuff on down to me
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Send that stuff on down to me
C
Send that stuff on down There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes again
Cm*
F
Cm*
F
Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles while writing Das Kapital
Cm*
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Cm
F
And Gauguin, he buggered off, man, and went all tropical
Cm
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Cm
F
While Philip Larkin, he stuck it out in a library in Hull
Cm
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Cm
F
And Dylan Thomas died drunk in St. Vincent's hospital
Cm
F
Cm
I will lie at your feet, I will kneel at your door
F
Cm
I will rock you to sleep, I will roll on the floor
F
Cm
And I'll ask for nothing, nothing in this life
F
Cm
I'll ask for nothing, give me everlasting life
Cm
F
I just want to move the world
Cm
I just want to move the world
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I just want to move the world
C
I just want to move There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes again
Cm*
F
Cm*
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So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet brother and blow it
Cm*
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Cm*
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If you've got a field that don't yield, well get up now and hoe it
Cm
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Cm
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I look at you and you look at me and deep in our hearts babe we know it
Cm
F
Cm
F
That you weren't much of a muse, but then I weren't much of a poet
Cm
F
Cm
I will be your slave, I will peel you grapes
F
Cm
Up on your pedestal, with your ivory and apes
F
Cm
With your book of ideas, with your alchemy
F
Cm
Oh come on, Send that stuff on down to me
Cm
F
Send that stuff on down to me
Cm
Send that stuff on down to me
F
Send that stuff on down to me
Cm
Send that stuff on down to me
F
Send it all around the world
Cm
Send it all around the world
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C
'Cause there she goes, my beautiful girl There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, there she goes
G
C
There she goes again There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world
G
F
C
There she goes again

Abattoir Blues

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The sun is high up in the sky and I'm in my car
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G
Drifting down into the abattoir
Am
Do you see what I see dear? The air grows heavy, I listen to your breath Entwined together in this culture of death Do you see what I see dear? Slide on over here let me give you a squeeze To avert this unholy evolutionary trajectory Can you hear what I hear babe?
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Am
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Does it make you feel afraid?
Dm
Everything's dissolving babe according to plan The sky is on fire, the dead are heaped across the land I went to bed last night and my moral code got jammed I woke up this morning with a Frappuccino in my hand |
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I kissed you once, I kissed you again My heart it tumbled like the stock exchange Do you feel what I feel dear? Mass extinction darling hypocrisy These things are not good for me Do you see what I see dear? The line the God throws down to you and me Makes a pleasing geometry Shall we leave this place now dear?
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Am
F
Is there someway out of here?
Dm
I wake with the sparrows and I hurry off to work The need for validation babe gone completely berserk I wanted to be your Superman but I turned out such a jerk
Am
F
I got the abattoir blues
Am
F
I got the abattoir blues
Am
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I got the abattoir blues
Am
G
Right down to my shoes
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G
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Let The Bells Ring

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Dm
C'mon, kind Sir, let's walk outside
G
And breathe the autumn air
Dm
See the many that have lived and died
G
See the unending golden stair
Em
F
See all of us that have come behind
Em
F
Clutching at your hem
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G
All the way from Arkansas
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G
To your sweet and last amen
Dm
Well, let the bells ring
G
He is the real thing
Dm
Let the bells ring
G
He is the real, real thing |
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G
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Take this deafening thunder down Take this bread and take this wine Your passing is not what we mourn But the world you left behind Well, do not breathe, nor make a sound And behold your mighty work That towers over the uncaring ground Of a lesser, darker world Oh, let the bells ring He is the real thing Let the bells ring He is the real, the real thing |
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G
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There are those of us not fit to tie The laces of your shoes Must remain behind to testify Through an elementary blues So, let's walk outside, the hour is late Through your crumbs and scattered shells Where the awed and the mediocre wait Barely fit to ring the bells Well, let the bells ring He is the real thing Let the bells ring He is the real, real thing |
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