Capo 3rd fret

A

guitar 2 (heavy wa-wa)

-5~--4~--2~--3~---------5~---

Cold Brains, unmoved, untouched, unglued,

alone at last

no thoughts, no mind to rot behind

a trail of disasters

a final curse abandoned hearse

we ride disowned corroded to the bone

the fields of green are bent, obscene

i lay upon the gravel

a worm of hope a hangman's rope

pulls me one way or the other

a final curse abandoned hearse

we write this song corroded to the bone

harmonica "solo"

a bird of song is heard no longer

in the evacuated heavens

the drain is drawn and drained and gone

and on and on, it doesn't matter

a final curse abandoned hearse

we ride disowned corroded to the bone

harmonica "solo", fade

2. Nobodys Fault But My Own

Guitar is tuned down a whole step, and 1st and 6th strings are dropped to C

treated you like a rusty blade

a throwaway from an open grave

cut you loose from a chain gang and let you go

and on the day you said it's true

some love holds, some gets used

tried to tell you I never knew it could be so sweet

who could ever be so cruel,

blame the devil for the things you do

its such a selfish way to lose

the way you lose these wasted Blues these wasted Blues

tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own

tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own

tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own

tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own

when the moon is a counterfeit

better find the one that fits

better find the one that lights the way for you

when the road is full of nails,

garbage pails and darkened jails

and their tongues are full of heartless tales that drain on you

who would ever notice you

you fade into a shaded room

it's such a selfish way to lose

the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues

tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own

tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own

etc.

3. Lazy Flies

lazy flies all hovering above

the magistrate, he puts on his gloves

and he looks to the clouds

all pink and disheveled

there must be some blueprints,

some creed of the devil

inscribed in our minds

a hideous game

vanishes in thin air

the vanity of slaves

who wants to be there?

to sweep the debris

to harness dead-horses

to ride in the sun

a life of confessions

written in the dust

out in the mangroves the mynah birds cry

in the shadows of sulphur the trawlers drift by

they're chewing dried meat house of disrepute

the dust of opiates and syphilis patients

on brochure vacations

fear has a glare that traps you

like searchlights

the puritans stare

their souls are fluoresecent

the skin of a robot

vibrates with pleasure

matrons and gigolos

carouse in the parlor

their hand-grenade eyes

invalid and blind

a hideous game

vanishes in thin air

the vanity of slaves

who wants to be there?

to sweep the debris

to harness dead-horses

to ride in the sun

a life of confessions

written in the dust

La la la la la la la etc.

end on C

4. Canceled Check

here are some of the good country licks used:

Verse

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chords used:

I hate to do this but you're a pain in the neck

I thought you knew this you're handing me a canceled check

you're so helpless your girlfriends think you're a saint

I'll give you a quarter I'll keep my judgements to myself

and i get caught up in the moonlight

reaching out for a rotten egg I don't want to beg

it's crystal clear your time is nearly gone

count your blessings and do the things that you should

o the has-beens that never had it so good

stormy weather the kids are making a racket

in the wilderness the wild lives are so mild

Chorus

Chorus

6. We Live Again

these withered hands have dug for a dream

sifted through sand and leftover nightmares

over the hill a desolate wind

turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy

the end

o the end

we live again

o i grow weary of the end

o hungry days the footsteps of fools

gazing alone through sex-painted windows

dredging the night drunk libertines

stink like a colognes from the newfangled wasteland

Chorus

Bridge

love is a plague in a mix-match parade

where the castaways look so deranged

when will the children learn to let their wildernesses burn

and love will be new never cold and vacant

these withered hands have dug for a dream

sifted through sand and leftover nightmares

Chorus

6. Tropicalia

when they beat on a broken guitar

and on the streets they reek of tropical charms

the embassies lie in hideous shards

where tourists snore and decay

when they dance in a reptile blaze

you wear a mask an equatorial haze

into the past a colonial maze

where there's no more confetti to throw

you didn't know what to say to yourself

love is a poverty you couldn't sell

misery waiting in vague hotels

to be evicted

you're out of luck you're singing funeral songs

to the studs they're anabolic and bronze

they seem to strut in their millennial fogs

'til they fall down and deflate

Chorus

now you've had your fun

under an air-conditioned sun

it's burned into your eyes

leaves you plain and left behind

see them eyes and fall

into the jaws of a pestilent love

you didn't know what to say to yourself

love is a poverty you couldn't sell

misery waiting in vague hotels

to be a victim

7. Dead Melodies

where will you go when this day is over

a gambler's purse lays on the road

straight to your door

snakes have gone crazy tonight

winding their way out of sight

a laugh, a joke a sentiment wasted

seasons of strangers they've come and gone

doldrums are pounding,

cheapskates are clowning this town

who could disown themselves now

engineer, slow down this old train

cinders and chaff laugh at the moon

night birds will cackle

rotting like apples on trees

sending their dead melodies...to me

8. Bottle of Blues

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C-||-------||-------3-2-

i just found me a bottle of blues

some strange comfort for a soul to soothe

ain't it hard ain't it hard,

to want somebody who doesn't want you

and i've been waiting for a year, a day

some strange weather must be blowin' my way

cause i got no mind to go or to stay,

or be left behind

holdin' hands with an impotent dream

in a brothel of fake energy

put a nickel in the graveyard machine

i get higher and lower

i get higher and lower

like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot

and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues

egos drone and pose alone

like black balloons all banged and blown

on a backwoods river the infidels shiver

in the stench of belief

i tell my momma i'm a hundred years late

i'm over the rails and out of the race

and the crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw

are ringing in my ears

holdin' hands with an impotent dream

in a brothel of fake energy

put a nickel in the graveyard machine

i get higher and lower

i get higher and lower

like a tired soldier

with nothin' to shoot

and nowhere dreams it's a..

bottle of blues

(repeat first verse)

holdin' hands with an impotent dream

in a brothel of fake energy

put a nickel in the graveyard machine

i get higher and lower

i get higher and lower

like a tired soldier

with nothin' to shoot

and nowhere dreams it's a..

bottle of blues

bottle of blues

9. O Maria

there was no one nothing to see

the night is useless and so are we

cause everybody knows

the fabric of folly is fallen apart at the seams

and i've been lookin' for a good time

but the pleasures are seldom and few

there's no whiskey there's no wine

just the concrete and a worried mind

'cause everybody knows death creeps in slow

til you feel safe in his arms

and i've been lookin' for a new friend

and i don't care if he's decrepit and grey

(trombone solo verse)

o maria haven't you known

days so careless

all on your own

'cause everybody knows the circus is closed

and the animals have gone wild

and i've been lookin' for my shadow

but this place is so bright and so clean

(repeat first verse)

12 string solo

10. Sing It Again

a town of disrespect

the trains are wrecked

the night is younger then us

nowhere is anywhere else

you keep to yourself

stirring the dregs where i have layed

the exit signs are flashing

dead ends they won't come to life anymore

i pledge the rest

i should have guessed

your love was hanging by threads

tongues tied under the moon,

my love is a room of broken bottles

and tangled webs

the misers wind their minds

like clocks that grind their gears

on and on

Solo

-13-14------14-13-11-13(14)--(14)13-11--------6--7--9--8--8-8-

nobody's home

oh won't you lay my bags

upon on the funeral fire and sing it again

Harmonica solo

oh won't you lay my bags

upon on the funeral fire and sing it again

11. Static

Intro riff

it's so easy to laugh at yourself

and all those jokes have already been written

seems like another vain attempt

to let yourself fall out of the oven

holy mountains

they look so tired

and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside

who you foolin' with the fools are right

it's the same thing but it's almost as different

hard to tell when it pacifies your mind

leaves you stranded with a broken engine

lazy desert looks so mangled

let me drown in a convalescent bliss

get up from your bed of rest

been a long time since you've lived

but the static in your mind

leaves you hollow and unkind

with a shock electric wave turns you on.

you've been flunked out of the devils house

delinquent hygienes are so abrasive

some distortion that's never been known

on the treadmill you've been runnin' forever

holy mountains, they look so tired

and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside

( )4x

begone

12.(unlisted) Diamond Bollocks

Intro

looking back at some dead world that looks so new

offices and fountains that they named for you

dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom

hari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms

girl you dream infections from a nauseous heart

choice cut meats from derelict boulevards

(birds chirping)

(no chords)

hear that lonesome whistle blow

no direction to be known

in a senile of revery

a tearful gaze turns away

eroding cold and grey

scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness

(bass comes back in)

looking back at some dead world that looks so new

offices and fountains that they named for you

so ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face

terrorist confections look so out of place

looking back at some dead world that looks so new

looking back at some dead world that looks so new

looking back at some dead world that looks so new

looking back at some dead world that looks so new

( )4x