Hunky Dory - David Bowie
Tabs and Chords
Note - Bowie Copyright © Corrections Welcomed - Last Update 20 Nov/2001
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Changes
Oh You Pretty Things
Eight Line Poem
Life On Mars
Kooks
Quicksand
Fill Your Heart
Andy Warhol
Song For Bob Dylan
Queen Bitch
The Bewlay Brothers
Key
~ tremelo/trill
b bend
r return
h hammer
p pull off
(ghost note)
/ slide up
\ slide down
. kill note

Changes 
Intro 
 Cmaj7/G          Db               Dm7              Eb7
|0---------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|
|0---------------|6----------------|4---------------|8---------------|
|0---------------|6----------------|5---------------|6---------------|
|2---------------|6----------------|7---------------|8---------------|
|3---------------|4----------------|5---------------|6---------------|
|3---------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|
 
 F                D/A                    F
|----------------|-----------------|    |----------------| 
|----------------|3-------------3--|    |----------------| 
|----------------|2-2-----2-2-4-2--|    |----------------| 
|3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-|0-0-3-4----------|    |3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-|
|3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-|0----------------|x2  |3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-| 
|1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-|-----------------|then|1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-|


|C                            |Em                           |
 I Still don't know what I was waiting for.          And my 

|F                            |G               F            | 
 time was running              wild, A million dead end streets And

|C                            |Em                           |
 every time I thought I'd        got it made    It seems the 

|F                            |Dm/F                         |
 taste    was not so     sweet...                       So I 

|C              Dm7           |Em7           Ebm7           |
 turned     my self to         face      me              But 

|Dm7                          |G7                           |
 I've never caught a glimpse                       Of how the 

|C              Dm7           |Em7           Ebm7           |
 others  must  see   the   faker                I'm much too 

|Dm7                          |G7             F             |
 fast to take   that    test...     Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes, 

|C              Em            |Am             C             |
  turn    and    face    the   stranger            Ch-ch-ch-

|F             Am            |D               |
 changes Don't wanna be a richer man

|G7            F             |C               Em            |
   Ch-ch-ch-ch-cha....nges,     turn    and   face the strang..

|Am            C             |F               Am            |D          |
..er                                     Just gonna be diff. man

|Am    G      Bb/C   |F                  |Am    G     Dm7     |C            |
 Time  may    change  me......        but I    can't  trace    time

Verse 2 as above except

 Dm7   |C    Dm7    Em7    |F                    |                    |
trace   time                Strange     fa  - cin - a - tion         fa..

|C                      F  |C                    |F                   |
 ..cinating me....          Changes      are      tak -  ing       the 

|Dm/F          G7          |C           F        |
 pace         I'm  going through  Ch-ch-ch-changes    

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Oh You Pretty Things(Corrections by Rod)
Intro Something Like  
 F    G    F    Eb  Db    boogie in Db
|------------------------|--------------------------------------|
|--1----2----1-----------|------------------------------------2-|
|--2----3----2---8--6--x2|------------------------------------3-|
|--3----5----3---8--6----|6-6-8-8--6-6-8-8--6-6-8-8--6-6-8-8--4-|
|3----5----3----6--6--4--|4-4-4-4--4-4-4-4--4-4-4-4--4-4-4-4--4-|
|1----3----1-------------|------------------------------------2-|

|Gb                Db                 |Ab                  Ebm              |
1.   Wake up  you    sleepy head       Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
1. Put another log on the fire for me  I've made some breakfast and coffee

2.       What are we coming to there's no room for me, no fun for you
2. I think about a world to come where the books were found by the golden ones

|Gb                Ab5                |Bb7                       Ebm         |
1. Look out my window and what do I see  A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
2. Written in pain, written in awe    by a puzzled man who questioned what we were here for

|B                Ab                 |Db               Db7                 |Gb     
me    All your nightmares came to..day..     And it looks as though they're 
               strangers

|Gb               D D Db    Db Db Eb  D D Bbm Db C     
here to stay...

|Gb          Bbm               |Gb7             Gb                |  
 Oh   you    pretty   things      don't you know you're driving your

|Gbm7         Bm7              |Gb             Gbm6               |    
 Mammas  and    Papas insane.....

|Gb          Bbm               |Gb7             Gb                |  
 Oh   you    pretty   things      don't you know you're driving your

|Gbm7         Bm7              |Gb                   Ab           |    
 Mammas  and    Papas insane.....        Let me make it plain you've    

|Db                     B               |Gb                     |
got to make way for the Homo Superior

Oh You Pretty Things (corrections by Mathias Daval)
|Gb                Db                 |Ab                  Ebm
|
1.   Wake up  you    sleepy head       Put on some clothes, shake up your
bed
1. Put another log on the fire for me  I've made some breakfast and coffee

2.       What are we coming to there's no room for me, no fun for you
2. I think about a world to come where the books were found by the golden
ones

|Gb                Db                |Bb7                       Ebm
|
1. Look out my window and what do I see  A crack in the sky and a hand
reaching down to me
2. Written in pain, written in awe    by a puzzled man who questioned what
we were here for

|B/D#                Ebm6                 |Db           Db7
|Gb
me    All your nightmares came to..day..     And it looks as though they're
               strangers

|Gb               D D Db Ddim Ddim Bb/F Fsus4 F
here to stay...

|Gb          Gb/F               |Gb/Eb          Gb/Db             |
 Oh   you    pretty   things      don't you know you're driving your

|B7                             |Gb               |
 Mammas  and    Papas insane.....

|Gb          Gb/F               |Gb/Eb          Gb/Db             |
 Oh   you    pretty   things      don't you know you're driving your

|B7                             |Gb                Ab             |
 Mammas  and    Papas insane.....        Let me make it plain you've

|Db                     B               |Gb                       |
got to make way for the Homo Superior

Outro = Intro + 

Eight Line Poem
 C        D        Db        F  C    F               C                     F
|----------------------------1------|---------------|---------------------|-
|---------------------6------1--5---|---------------|---------------------|-
|---------------------6------2--5---|---------------|---------------------|-
|5-5-7-7--7-7-9-9--6--6--8-6-3--5---|---------------|-2-3/5b-3/7b-5---5-6-|7~
|3-3-3-3--5-5-5-5--4-----4---3--3---|---------------|3--------------7-----|-
|----------------------------1------|---------------|---------------------|-
                                  8 line Poem 
Chords following above
|C           |D           |E           |F           |C          |

|F           |C           |F           |C           |E          |  

|F     D     |G    F      |C
                           Tactful..

|C                         |F                      |
   Tactful cactus by your window
 Surveys the prairie of your room

|C                         |D                      |
    Mobile spins     to it's collision

|E              E7            |F                   |
Clara puts her head between her paws

|C                               |F                |
 They've opened shops down on the west side
   Will all  the  cacti  find  a  home?

|C                         |E         E7           |
  But the key      to the city          is  in  the

|F                D              |G           F    |C
sun that pins the branches to the sky         Oh    oh

F  C  x4   

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Life On Mars 4/4 time
F      F                     Cm           D                      Gm
------|---------------------|-------------|----------------------|-------------|
------|---------------------|-------------|----------------------|-------------|
----0-|-2--3--2--0---------2------------0-|-2---3---2--0----1--0---------0--2--|
-3----|-----------------3---|-------------|----------------------|-------------|
------|---------------------|-------------|----------------------|-------------|
------|---------------------|-------------|----------------------|-------------|
It's a god-awful small affair      To the girl with the mousy hair      But her 

 Gm                      C7                                      F
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
|-3--5--3--2-----0---3------------0-2-|3--5---3--2------0--3--2-|------2---3--|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
 mummy is yell..ing No         And her daddy has told her to go       But her 

 F                       Cm            D                         Gm
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
|------3----------------|-------------|------3------------------|-------------|
|--5-------5-3----2-3-5----------2--3-|-5----------5---3----2-3----------3--5-|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
friend is nowhere to be seen  Now she walks through her sunken dream    to the

 Gm                      C7                                      Ab
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
|-3--4----3-----------3---------------|-------------------------|-------------|
|-------------5-----3---|-------5--5--|-5-----0---0---2----3-5--|-----------3-|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------6-----|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
seat with the clearest view  And she's hooked to the silver screen     But the 


 C+                      Fm            Ab7                       Db
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
|-----------------------|-------------|-----------------------6------------4--|
|-5---6--5--3--------5--|----------3--|--5---6---5---3----------|------6------|
|-----------------6-----|-----6-------|--------------------6----|-------------|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|
film is a saddening bore     For she's lived it ten times or more    She could 

 A+                      Bbm           Db7                       
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|
|6---7---6--4---------6-------------4-|-6---7---6--4------------|
|-----------------6-----|-------6-----|-----------------6--6----|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|
|-----------------------|-------------|-------------------------|
spit in the eyes of fools      As they ask her to fo...cus on

 Bb            Eb                        Gm7           F#+
|6------------|-------------------------|6---6--------|2----------------------|
|6------6-----|8------------------------|8------6-----|3--3--3---3----1--3----|
|7------7-----|8----8----8--7--------5--|7------------|3----------------------|
|-------8-----|6-----------------8------|-------------|4----------------------|
|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|-----------------------|
|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|-----------------------|
   Sailors     fighting in the dance hall   Oh man!     Look at those cavemen 
   Lawman       Beating up the wrong guy    Oh man!   Wonder if he'll ever know..

 F             Fm                        Cm7           Ebm7
|1------------|1------------------------|-------------|2----------------------|
|1------------|1------------------------|-------------|2----------------------|
|3------------|1---1----1---1---3----1--|6\4\3p1------|3---3--3---3---5---3---|
|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|-----------------------|
|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|-----------------------|
|-------------|-------------------------|-------------|-----------------------|
 go               It's the freakiest show......           Take a look at the 
....          He's in the best selling show                 Is there life on 

 Gm               F#+               Bb               C7
|3---------------|2----------------|1---------------|0---------------|
|3---------------|3----------------|3---------------|1---------------|
|3---------------|3----------------|3---------------|3---------------|
|----------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|
|----------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|
|----------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|
 Mars?..................................................

 F                F#dim             Gm               Ddim
|1---------------|2----------------|3---------------|1---------------|
|1---------------|1----------------|3---------------|0---------------|
|2---------------|2----------------|3---------------|1---------------|
|3---------------|1----------------|5---------------|0---------------|
|----------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|
|----------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|

 Am               Bb                Bbm              F
|0---------------|1----------------|1---------------|1---------------|
|1---------------|3----------------|2---------------|1---------------|
|2---------------|3----------------|3---------------|2---------------|
|2---------------|-----------------|----------------|3---------------|
|0---------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|
|----------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|
                                                              It's on Americas..

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Kooks
 D                    Am
|2-2-3-3---3-2-3-3-2----0-2-2---0---2-3-2---|
|3-3-3-3---3-3-3-3-3----1-1-1---1---1-1-1---|
|2-2-2-2---2-2-2-2-2----2-2-2---2---2-2-2---|
|0----------------------2-------------------|
|----------------------0-------0------------|
|-------------------------------------------|

 D  (The E string is a tracet for the vocals)
|2---3----3----3---2---2--3--3--2--|2---3----3----3---2---5--3--3--2--|
|3---3----3----3---3---3--3--3--3--|3---3----3----3---3---3--3--3--3--|
|2---2----2----2---2---2--2--2--2--|2---2----2----2---2---2--2--2--2--|
|0---------------------------------|----------------------------------|
|----------------------------------|----------------------------------|
|----------------------------------|----------------------------------|
Will you stay in our Lovers' Story  If you stay you won't be sorry 'Cos
                            (notes)   *could be open Am7
|C                           C   B |Am*            D                 |
 we     believe    in you             Soon  you'll grow            so

|Am                 D              |Am              D                 |
 take   a      chance        with a couple  of  kooks     

|Am                 F              | C              |
  hung up on      ro man............cing

We 
|D                                    |A                            |
We bought a lot of things to keep you  warm and dry            And a 
    funny old crib on which the        paint won't dry

|D                                   |G/B                           |                   
        I bought you a              pair of shoes                 A 
 trumpet you can blow and a          book of rules                On

|D                                   |A                             |
   what to say to people when they    pick on you              Cos if 

|A                                   |                              |
you stay with us you're gonna be pretty kookie too 

Shift D to E  for
 E                   
|4-4-5-5---5-4-5-5-4-|
|5-5-5-5---5-5-5-5-5-|
|4-4-4-4---4-4-4-4-4-|
|0-------------------|
|--------------------|
|--------------------|
 Will you etc.
                            notes
|D                           D C# |Bm              E                 |
 we     believe    in you             Soon  you'll grow            so

|Bm               E               |Bm              E                 |



 take   a      chance        with a couple  of  kooks     

|Bm                 G              |D              |
  hung up on      ro man............cing

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Quicksand
Intro Strum & repeat
 G              Am7                        Csus  Gsus Em7  F#m7 Cdim C#dim
|3-------------|5-------------|        C *---0-----3---0---2----2-----3-------
|0-------------|5-------------|        H *---3-----1---0---2----1-----2-------
|0-------------|5-------------|        O *---0-----0---0---2----2-----3-------
|0-------------|5-------------|        R *---2-----0---0---2----1-----2-------
|--------------|7-------------|        D *---3-----x---2---4------------------
|3-------------|5-------------|        S *---------3---0---2------------------
                           I'm

|C                |                  |                    |        Csus2     |
 closer to the golden dawn           immersed in Crowley's uniform        of

|G                |          Gsus4   |G                    |                  |
 imagery                                                                   I'm

|C                |                  |                     |                  |
 living   in a     silent film portraying Himmler's      sacred realm of dream

|G                |         Gsus4    |G                    |        Gsus4     |
 reality....

|Cm7(pluck)       |                   |F                   |                  |
frightened by the total goal           drawing to the ragged hole       and I

|G                |Em7                |C                   |                  |
 aint     got the  power          any  more                                No I

|C                |                   |G                   |Am7               |
aint got the    power           any    more

|Am7              |A                  |D                   |                  |
                               I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes
                                 *I'm not a prophet or a  stoneage man  just a
  
|D                |                   |A                   |                   |
living proof of Churchill's lies   I'm destiny
mortal with potential of a superman I'm living on

|A                |                   |D                   |                   |
                                   I'm torn between the light and dark  where
                                   I'm tethered to the logic of homosapien  
|D                |                   |A                   |                   | 
others   see their target     divine   symmetry
can't take my eyes from the great.. of bullshit faith
    
|A                 |                  |F                    |                  |
                                       Should I kiss the vipers fang         or
                               If I don't explain what you ought to know you can

|G                |                   |A                   |F#m7      Em7      |
 herald loud the death of man      I'm sinking    in the    quicksand   of my
tell me all about it on the next Bardo   

|D                |                   |D                   |                   |
 thoughts                        And I aint         got the power          any  

|A                |                   |A                   |                   |
 more

(with A above)
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
|------------------------------2-5-5hold-------------------2-5p2p0-2p0h2-0h2h3h5
|--------------------------2-4-------------------------2-4----------------------
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
|------------------0-2-4-5------------------------------------------------------
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
                                              

|A                |E7                 |F#m7                |Cdim               |
         Don't   believe      in your self         don't deceive    with belief.

|E                |C#dim              |Bm7                 |Cdim               |       
...  knowledge comes with deaths release               Ah.......................

|A                |F#m7               |E7                  |                   |       
................................................................

|E                |D                  |                    |                   |       
               I'm  not a prophet or a stoneage man (see above at *)


Fill Your Heart (chords sent to me by Fred Mandon)

Intro x2
 E             E            G            G
|4------------|4-----------|3--3--3--3--|3----------|
|---5-----4---|--5-----4h5-|3--3--3--3--|--3----3h4-|
|------4------|----4-------|------------|----4------|
|-------------|------------|------------|-----------|
|-------------|------------|------------|-----------|
|-------------|------------|------------|-----------|

|E                     |                    |      
  Fill your heart with love today      Don't 

|A                     |E                   |
 play    the  game  of  time

|E                     |                    |
   Things that happen   in the past     only

|G                     |D         E         |
 happened       in your mind only in your

|Gbm                   |Abm                 |
 mind                                     oh..

|A                     |B                   |
.......     forget your mind and you'll be 

|E                     |E7                  |
 free                   yeah             the

|A                     |E        E7         |
  writings  on  the  wall 

|E                     |E7                  |
 free                   yeah             and

|G                     |D         E         |
 you    can  know  it  all          if you

|Gbm                   |Abm                 |   
choose                     Just remember 

|A                      |B                  |
 lovers never lose          'cause they are 

|E                      |B                  |
 free of thoughts        unpure

|Dbm                    |Abm                |
and of thoughts          unkind

|E                      |Gbm                |
 Gentleness              clears the soul 

|Abm                    |A        B         |
  Love  cleans  the      mind   and makes it.. 

|E                      |E                  |
 ... free...................................

|A                      |E                  |
 .....         yeah..

|E                      |E                  |
free............

|G                      |D         E        |

|Gbm                    |Abm                |

|A                      |B                  |

 E
|/4--4~---/4---4~-----|x2
|--5--------5-------5-|
|---4--------4----4---|
|---------------------|
|---------------------|
|---------------------| then:-  Happiness is happening (as above)

|E              |E7           |A             |E            |
 Free            yeah          yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Andy Warhol
Note this song uses a lot of open string chords. 
The A7 and Am7 are the open string versions. 
Intro repeat
 E5 Strum                           C/G                           D/A E5
|0---------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|--
|0---------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|--
|4---------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|--
|2---------------|-----------2-4h5-|----------------|----------------|--
|X---------------|-----0-2-3-------|3---------------|--------2-0-----|--
|0-------------0-|-2/3-------------|----------------|------------3-2-|0-

|E5                |                   |                  |A7             |
 Like to take a cement fix              Be a standing        cinema
 Put a peephole in my brain              Two new pence to  have a go

|A7                |C       C/B        |Am7           |E5 as in intro |E5 
Dress my friends up just for show       see them as they      really   are
I'd like to be a    gallery....         put you all in-side    my      show

|D       A        |Em        C         |Am         C      |G       A      |
 Andy     Warhol   looks a  scream,     hang him  on my wall 

|D       A        |Em        C         |Am         C      |G      Am7   A |
 Andy     Warhol,  silver   screen can't tell them apart at all  

Outro
Pluck away at the E5 chord moving it up and down one fret (thanks Howard)

This intro was sent to me by Jeff Lessard
-------------------------
-------------------------
-------------------------
--------------2--4--5----
--------0--2-----------3-
--0--3-------------------

for one guitar I do this...
                        (strum chords in time)
-----------------------0-----------------0-
-----------------------1-----------------0-
--------------------0--0-----------------x-
--------------2--4-----2-----------------2-
--------0--2-----------3-----2--0--------2-
--0--3-----------------0-----------3--2--0-


**********************************

Song for Bob Dylan
A                G#m               F#m              E
|----------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|
|--------5-------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|
|-----4b6-4b6-5b/4~----------------|--------4b6\4---|4---------------|
|----------------|-----------------|------7-------7-|--------------4-|
|----------------|-----------------|----------------|------------7---|
|----------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|

A                G#m               F#m               B      Bsus4
|-----------5----|-----------------|-------2--------|----------------|
|----------5-----|-----------------|-------2--------|----------------|
|4b6r4--------4b6|4~---------------|---------6b\4p2-|4~--------------|
|----------------|-----------------|---/4~--7-------|----------------|
|----------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|
|----------------|-----------------|----------------|----------------|

|A                      |G#m                 |
 Hear this Robert Zimmerman                 I

|F#m                    |E                   |
  wrote this song for you            About a 

|A                     |G#m                  |
  strange young man called Dylan       With a 

|F#m                   |E                    |
  voice like sand and glue                Some 

|Abm                   |C#m(7)               |   
 words in truthful  vengeance       Could 

|B                     |A                    |
    pin  us  to  the   floor

|F#m                   |G#m                  |
   Brought a few more  people on      Put the 

|A                     |B                    |
  fear in a whole lot   more              Oh (to chorus)

(second verse as above)
(Solo after second chorus uses intro chords) 
(3rd verse continues)

|F#m                   |G#m                  |
You're every nation's refugee                   

|A                      |B                    |
Don't leave us with their san.....ity      oh 

|A (chorus)                       |D                           |
Here she comes, here she comes     Here she comes again  The

|A                                |E                           |
 same old painted lady    From the brow of the superbrain She'll

|F#m                              |G                           |
scratch this world to pieces As she comes on like a friend But a

|A                                            |E                      |
couple of songs from your old scrapbook could  send her home again But a 

|G                                |                               |          
couple of songs from your old scrapbook could send her home again

Outro
|A                                |D                           |
                         Here she comes,               here she 
 comes                   Here she comes                          Intro + E

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Queen Bitch
Riff (note the way the C comes in  half a beat early)
 C       G  F C         G  F C              F
|--------------|--------------|--------------|--------------|
|1-1-1-1-3--1-1|--1-1-1-3--1-1|--------------|1-------------|
|0-0-0-0-4--2-0|--0-0-0-4--2-0|--------------|2-------------|
|2-2-2-2-5--3-2|--2-2-2-5--3-2|--------------|3-------------|
|3-3-3-3-5--3-3|--3-3-3-5--3-3|--------------|3-------------|
|--------------|--------------|--------------|--------------|
                           I'm up on 
       C |                                  |F                           |riffx2
     I'm | up on the eleventh floor and I'm |watching  the cruisers   below   
     He's| down  on  the  street  and  he's |trying hard to pull sister Flo  
    Oh my| hearts  in  the  basement,    my |weekend's  at  an  all  time low  
Cos she's| hopin to score so I              |can't see her letting him go 

|C                      |E                     |Am            |              |
   Walk out of her heart, walk out of her mind....    no not her     She's so 

|B                         |D                   |B                             |
 swishy in her satin and tat              in her frockcoat and bipperty boppity 

|D                         |B                     |C riff 
 hat                 Oh God I could do better than that 


    F   C |                                  |F                          |riffx2
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
For she's a queen and such are queens that your laughter is sucked in their brains

|E                            |F                              |                   
  But now she's leading him  on and she'll lay him right down..

|C                            |F                              |
...   Now she's leading him on and she'll lay him right down


|E                            |F                              |
 But it could have been me          yes it could have been me

|C                            |E                              |
....           Why didn't I say....            why didn't I say..

|A                            |                               |
 .....................ay, no no no                     She's so  (etc)  

++++++++++++++++++++


The Bewlay Brothers
intro
|D                 |D                |Em                |A7                |x2
                                                                     And so
 
|D                                        |                                  |
the story goes they wore the clothes. They said the things to make it seem imp

|Em                                       |A                                 |
robable                                                          The whale of 

|D                                        |                                  |
  a lie like they hope it was

|Em                                       |A7                                |
                                                                       And the 

|D                                        |                                  |
  good men tomorrow had their              feet in the wallow and their 

|Em                                       |A                                 | 
 heads of brawn, were nicer shorn    and  how they bought their positions with

|D                                        |                                  |
 saccharin and trust                                                   and the

|Em                                       |A                                 | 
 world was asleep                   to our latent fuss.

|D                                        |                                  |


|Em                                       |A                                 |
Sighing the swirl thru the streets like the crust of the sun       the Bewlay

|Bm                                       |                                  | 
 Brothers                                                              in our

|A                                        |A                                 |
 wings that bark                                                     flashing 

|G                                        |                                  |
teeth of brass                                                       standing

|F#                                       | 
 tall in the dark                          Oh,                    and we were| 

|Em/A                                     |                                  |
gone                                             hanging out with your dwarf 

|G                                        |                                  |
 men                                                        We were so turned 

|Em                                       |                                  |
 on                                                   by your lack of conclus.

|C                                        |                                  | 
ions

|D                 |D                |Em                |A7                  |
                                                                        Well 
 
|D                                        |                                  |
     I was stone and he was wax so         he could scream and still relax, 

|Em                                       |A                                 |
unbelievable                                      And we frightened the small 

|D                                        |                                  |
children away 

|Em                                       |A7                                |
                                                                       And our 

|D                                        |                                  |
talk was old and dust would flow through our veins and lo! it was midnight back

|Em                                       |A                                 |
 of the kitchen door                          Like the grim face on the Cath.. 

|D                                        |                                  |
..edral floor

|Em                                       |A                                 | 
      And the solid book we wrote              cannot be found    today

|D                                        |                                  |

|Em                                       |A                                 |
 It was stalking time for the moon boys            the Bewlay          Brothers

|Bm                                       |                                  | 
......                                                         With our backs 

|A                                        |A                                 |
 on the arch                                                           In the 

|G                                        |                                  |
devil may be here                                                but he can't 

|F#                                       |F#sus4                            |
sing about that                             Oh.............        and we were

|Em/A                                     |                                  |
gone                                                                real cool 

|G                                        |                                  |
 traders                                                     We were so turned

|Em                                       |                                  |
 on                                                        You thought we were

|C                                        |                                  | 
fakers


|D                 |D                |Em                |A7                  |
                                                                       Now the
 
|D                                        |                                  |
 dress is hung,   the ticket pawned   the  factor max that proved the fact

|Em                                       |             A                    |
 is melted down,                           woven on the edging of my 

|D                                        |                                  |
 pillow

|Em                                       |A7                                |
                                                                       Now my

|D                                        |                                  |
 brother lays upon the rocks              He could be dead, he could be not, he 

|Em                                       |A7                                |
 could be You.                        He's chameleon, comedian Corinthian and 

|D                                        |                 D7               |
caricature

|Em                                       |A                                 | 
         Shooting up    pie    in    the   sky                      the Bewlay 

|D                                        |                                  |
 Brothers                                                              In the 

|Em                                       |A                                 |
 feeble and the bad                                                the Bewlay 

|Bm                                       |                                  | 
 Brothers                                                             In the

|A                                        |                                  |
 blessed and cold                                                     In the

|G                                        |                                  |
 crutch-hungry dark                                              was where we 

|F#                                       |F#sus4                            |
flayed our mark                              Oh..........         and we were 

|Em/A                                     |                                  |
gone                                                           kings of oblivion
We were so turned on

|G                                        |                                  |
ion .....                                                   We were so turned

|Em                                       |
 on                                                     In the mind warp pavil

|C                                        |                                  | 
ion

|Bm                 |C5              |F                |Bm              |
  Lay me place and   bake me pie I'm   starving for me  gra......vy

|Bm                 |C5              |F                |
 Leave my shoes and door unlocked I   might just slip a..    

|Bm                 |                |F                |                |repeat
.way          hey        just for the day              hey please come a
        

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