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Contents

CHANGES 4

OH! YOU PRETTY THINGS 6

EIGHT LINE POEM 8

LIFE ON MARS? 10

KOOKS 12

QUICKSAND 13

FILL YOUR HEART 14

ANDY WARHOL 15

SONG FOR BOB DYLAN 16

QUEEN BITCH 18

THE BEWLAY BROTHERS 20

NOTE: All songs and chords assume a GCEA tuned ukulele. These song sheets are my best attempt at transcribing the songs, but may not be totally accurate.

DISCLAIMER: All song sheets in this book are intended for private, educational, and research purposes only and not for financial gain in any form. It is acknowledged that all song copyrights belong to their respective parties.

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Changes { Written by David Bowie }

Intro: [Cmaj7] / / / [Db6] / / / [Dm7] / / / [Eb7] / / /

[F] / / / [D] / / / [F] / / / [D] / / / [F] / / / [C] Still don't know what I was [Em] waiting for And my [F] time was running [G] wild A million [F] dead end streets and [C] Every time I thought I'd [Em] got it made It seemed the [F] taste was not so sweet [G] So I [C] turned my[Dm7]-self to [Em7] face me [Ebm7] But [Dm7] I've never caught a glimpse [G7] Of how the [C] others must [Dm7] see the fak[Em7]-er [Ebm7] I'm much too [Dm7] fast to take that test

[G7] Ch-ch-ch-[F]-ch-changes [C] Turn and [G] face the stran[Am]-ge [C] (Ch-ch-changes) [F] Don't [Am] want to be a [D7] richer man [G7] Ch-ch-ch-[F]-ch-changes [C] Turn and [G] face the stran[Am]-ge [C] (Ch-ch-changes) [F] There's [Am] gonna have to be a [D7] different man [Am] Time [G] may [Bb] change [F] me But [Am] I [G] can't [F] trace [C] time [C] / / / [D] / / / [F] / / / [D] / / / [F] / / /

[C] I watch the ripples [Em] change their size But [F] never leave the [G] stream Of warm im[F]-permanence And [C] so the days float [Em] through my eyes But [F] still the days seem the [G] same And these [C] children [Dm7] that you [Em7] spit on [Ebm7] As they [Dm7] try to change their [G7] worlds Are im[C]-mune to [Dm7] your consul[Em7]-tations [Ebm7] They're quite a[Dm7]-ware of what they're going through

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[G7] Ch-ch-ch-[F]-ch-changes [C] Turn and [G] face the stran[Am]-ge [C] (Ch-ch-changes)

[F] Don't [Am] tell them to grow up and [D7] out of it [G7] Ch-ch-ch-[F]-ch-changes [C] Turn and [G] face the stran[Am]-ge [C] (Ch-ch-changes)

[F] Where's your shame? You've [Am] left us up to our [D7] necks in it [Am] Time [G] may [Bb] change [F] me But [Am] you [G] can't [F] trace [C] time / [Dm7] [Em7]

[F] Strange fascinations fas[C]-cinate me [F][C] / / / Ah, [F] changes are taking The [G] pace I'm going [G7] through

[G7] Ch-ch-ch-[F]-ch-changes [C] Turn and [G] face the stran[Am]-ge [C] (Ch-ch-changes) Ooh, [F] look out [Am] you rock ‘n’ [D7] rollers [G7] Ch-ch-ch-[F]-ch-changes [C] Turn and [G] face the stran[Am]-ge [C] (Ch-ch-changes) [F] Pretty soon now [Am] you're gonna get [D7] older [Am] Time [G] may [Bb] change [F] me But [Am] I [G] can't [F] trace [C] time I said that [Am] time [G] may [Bb] change [F] me But [Am] I [G] can't [F] trace [C] time [Dm7] [Em7] [Eb7] [Dm7] [Db6] [Cmaj7]

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Oh! You Pretty Things { Written by David Bowie } {Capo 1 – original in F}

Intro: [E] / / / [F#] / / / [E] / / / [D] / [C] /

[E] / / / [F#] / / / [E] / / / [D] / [C] / [Fsus2] / [C] / [Fsus2] / [C] / [Fsus2] / [C] / [Fsus2] / [F] Wake up you [C] sleepy head [Dsus4] Put on some clothes, shake [Dm] up your bed [F] Put another log on the [C] fire for me [G] I've made some breakfast and [D] coffee [F] Look out my window and [C] what do I see A [A7] crack in the sky and a [Dm] hand reaching down to [Bb] me All the [G7] nightmares came to[C]-day And it [C] looks as though they're [F] here to stay [F] [F] What are we [C] coming to [Dsus4] No room for me, no [Dm] fun for you [F] I think about a [C] world to come Where the [G] books were found by the [D] Golden ones [F] Written in pain, [C] written in awe By a [A7] puzzled man who [Dm] questioned what we [Bb] were here for All the [G7] strangers came to[C]-day And it [C] looks as though they're [F] here to stay [F]

[F] Oh you [Am] pretty things [Dm] Don't you [C] know you're driving your [Bb7] mamas and papas in[F]-sane [F] Oh you [Am] pretty things [Dm] Don't you [C] know you're driving your [Bb7] mamas and papas in[F]-sane Let me [G] make it plain You [C] gotta make way for the [Bb] Homo Superior

[F] Look out at your [C] children [Dsus4] See their faces in [Dm] golden rays [F] Don't kid yourself they be[C]-long to you [G] They're the start of a [D] coming race The [F] earth is a bitch, we've [C] finished our news [A7] Homo Sapiens [Dm] have outgrown their [Bb] use All the [G7] strangers came to[C]-day And it [C] looks as though they're [F] here to stay [F]

[F] Oh you [Am] pretty things [Dm] Don't you [C] know you're driving your [Bb7] mamas and papas in[F]-sane [F] Oh you [Am] pretty things [Dm] Don't you [C] know you're driving your [Bb7] mamas and papas in[F]-sane Let me [G] make it plain You [C] gotta make way for the [Bb] Homo Superior [F]

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[E] / / / [F#] / / / [E] / / / [D] / [C] / [E] / / / [F#] / / / [E] / / / [D] / [C] / [Fsus2] / [C] / [Fsus2] / [C] / [Fsus2] / [C] / [Fsus2] / [B] / [Esus2] / [Db] / [Gbsus2] / [E] <E> <E> <E> <E> <B>

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Eight Line Poem { Written by David Bowie }

Intro: [F] / / / [C] / / / [F] / / / [C] / / / [D] / / / [E] / / /

[F] / / / [C] / / / [F] / / / [C] / / / [F] / / / [C] / / / [E] / / / [F] / [D] / [G] / [F] / / /

[C] Tactful cactus by your [F] window

[C] Survey the prairie of your [F] room

[C] Mobile spins to its col[D]-lision

[E] Clara puts her [E7] head between her [F] paws

[C] They've opened shops down on the [F] west side

[C] Will all the cacti find a [F] home?

[C] But the key to the [F]city

Is in the [F] sun that pins the [Dsus4] branches to the [G] sky, [F] oh... [C] oh

Outro: [F] / / / [C] / / / [F] / / / [C] / / / [F] / / / [C] / / / [F] / / / <C>

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Life On Mars? { Written by David Bowie }

[F] It's a [Am] god-awful small affair [Cm] To the [D7] girl with the mousy hair [Gm] But her [Bb] mummy is yelling "No" [C7] And her daddy has told her to go [F] But her [Am] friend is nowhere to be seen [Cm] Now she [D7] walks through her sunken dream [Gm] To the [Bb] seat with the clearest view [C7] And she's hooked to the silver screen [Ab] But the [Eaug] film is a saddening bore [Fm] For she's [Ab7] lived it ten times or more [Db] She could [Aaug] spit in the eyes of fools [Bbm] As they [Db7] ask her to focus on

[Bb] Sailors [Eb] fighting in the dance hall [Gm] Oh man! [F#aug] look at those cavemen [F] go [Fm] It's the freakiest [Cm7] show [Ebm7] Take a look at the [Bb] lawman [Eb] Beating up the wrong guy [Gm] Oh man! [F#aug] Wonder if he'll ever know [F] [Fm] He's in the best-selling [Cm7] show [Ebm7] Is there life on [Gm] Mars? [F#aug] / / / [Bb] / / / [C] / / / [F] / / / [F#dim7] / / / [Gm] / / / [Ddim7] / / / [Am] / / / [Bb] / / / [Bbm] / / /

[F] It's on A[Am]-merika's tortured brow [Cm] That Mickey [D7] Mouse has grown up a cow [Gm] Now the [Bb] workers have struck for fame [C7] 'Cause Lennon's on sale again [F] See the [Am] mice in their million hordes [Cm] From I-[D7]-beza to the Norfolk Broads [Gm] Rule Bri[Bb]-tannia is out of bounds [C7] To my mother, my dog, and clowns [Ab] But the [Eaug] film is a saddening bore [Fm] ‘Cause I [Ab7] wrote it ten times or more [Db] It's a[Aaug]-bout to be writ again [Bbm] As I [Db7] ask her to focus on

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[Bb] Sailors [Eb] fighting in the dance hall [Gm] Oh man! [F#aug] look at those cavemen [F] go [Fm] It's the freakiest [Cm7] show [Ebm7] Take a look at the [Bb] lawman [Eb] Beating up the wrong guy [Gm] Oh man! [F#aug] Wonder if he'll ever know [F] [Fm] He's in the best-selling [Cm7] show [Ebm7] Is there life on [Gm] Mars? [F#aug] / / / [Bb] / / / [C] / / / [F] / / / [F#dim7] / / / [Gm] / / / [Bb] / / / | / / / / | / / / / | [Eb] / / / [Ebm] / / / <Bb>

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Kooks { Written by David Bowie }

Intro: [D] / / / | / / / / | [Am] / / / | / / / / |

[D] Will you stay in our Lovers' Story [D] If you stay you won't be sorry ‘Cos [C] we believe in you [C] [Am] Soon you'll [D] grow so [Am] take a [D] chance With a [Am] couple of [D] kooks [Am] hung up on ro[F]-man-[C]-cing [D] Will you stay in our Lovers' Story [D] If you stay you won't be sorry ‘Cos [C] we believe in you [C] [Am] Soon you'll [D] grow so [Am] take a [D] chance With a [Am] couple of [D] kooks [Am] hung up on ro[F]-man-[C]-cing [D] / / / | / / / / | [Am] / / / | / / / / |

We [D] bought a lot of things to keep you [A] warm and dry And a [D] funny old crib on which the [A] paint won't dry [D] I bought you a [G] pair of shoes A [D] trumpet you can blow and a [G] book of rules On [D] what to say to people when they [A] pick on you Cos if you stay with us you're gonna be pretty kookie too

[D] Will you stay in our Lovers' Story [D] If you stay you won't be sorry ‘Cos [C] we believe in you [C] [Am] Soon you'll [D] grow so [Am] take a [D] chance With a [Am] couple of [D] kooks [Am] hung up on ro[F]-man-[C]-cing [D] / / / | / / / / | [Am] / / / | / / / / |

[D] And if you ever have to [A] go to school Re[D]-member how they messed up [A] this old fool [D] Don't pick fights with the [G] bullies or the cads Cos I'm [D] not much cop at punching [G] other people's dads [D] And if the homework [A] brings you down Then we'll throw it on the fire and take the car downtown

[E] Will you stay in our Lovers' Story [E] If you stay you won't be sorry ‘Cos [D] we believe in you [D] [Bm] Soon you'll [E] grow so [Bm] take a [E] chance With a [Bm] couple of [E] kooks [Bm] hung up on ro[G]-man-[D]-cing [E]

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Quicksand { Written by David Bowie }

Intro: [G] [Am7] [G] [Am7] [G] [Am7] [G] [Am7]

I'm [C] closer to the Golden Dawn Immersed in Crowley's uniform of [G] imagery I'm [C] living in a silent film Portraying Himmler's sacred realm of [G] dream reality I'm [Eb] frightened by the total goal, [F] drawing to the ragged hole And I [G] ain't got the [Em] power any[C]-more No I [C] ain't got the power any[G]-more [Am7] [Am7] [A] I'm the [D] twisted name on Garbo's eyes Living proof of Churchill's lies, I'm [A] destiny I'm [D] torn between the light and dark Where others see their targets, di[A]-vine symmetry [F] Should I kiss the viper's fang Or [G] herald loud the death of Man I'm [A] sinking in the [F#m] quicksand of my [D] thought [D] And I [D] ain't got the power any[A]-more [A] [A] [A] [A] Don't be[E]-lieve in your[F#m]-self Don't de[D#dim]-ceive with be[E]-lief Knowledge [Edim] comes with death's re[Bm]-lease Aaah, [D#dim] aaah, aaah, [A] aaah Aaah, [F#m] aaah, aaah, [C#m] aaah [E] aaah [E] I'm [D] not a prophet or a stone age man Just a mortal with potential of a superman, I'm [A] living on I'm [D] tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien Can't take my eyes from the great salvation of [A] bullshit faith If I [F] don't explain what you ought to know You can [G] tell me all about it on the next Bardo I'm [A] sinking in the [F#m] quicksand of my [D] thought [D] And I [D] ain't got the power any[A]-more [A] [A] [A] [A] Don't be[E]-lieve in your[F#m]-self Don't de[D#dim]-ceive with be[E]-lief Knowledge [Edim] comes with death's re[Bm]-lease Aaah, [D#dim] aaah, aaah, [A] aaah Aaah, [F#m] aaah, aaah, [C#m] aaah [E] aaah [A] [E] [F#m] [D#dim] [E] [Edim] [Bm] [D#dim] [A] [F#m] [C#m] [E] <A>

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Fill Your Heart { Written by Biff Rose and Paul Williams } {Capo 2 – original in E}

Intro: [Dmaj7] [F] [Dmaj7] [F]

[D] Fill your heart with love today Don't [G] play the game of [D] time Things that happen in the past Only [F] happened in your [C] mind Only [D] in your [Em] mind [F#m] [G] Oh forget your [A] mind and you'll be [D] free [D7] yeah

The [G] writings on the [D] wall [D] Free [D7] yeah And [F] you can know it [C] all [D] if you [Em] choose [F#m] Just remember [G] lovers never lose [A] ‘Cause they are <D> free of thoughts <A> unpure <Bm> And of thoughts <F#m> unkind [D] Gentleness [Em] clears the soul [F#m] Love cleans the [G] mind and [A] makes it [D] free [D] /// [G] /// [D] /// [D] /// [D] /// [F] /// [C] / [D] / [Em] /// [F#m] /// [G] /// [A] /// [D] /// [D] /// [D] /// [D] ///

Oh, [D] happiness is happening The [G] dragons have been [D] bled Gentleness is everywhere [F] Fear’s just in your [C] head Only [D] in your [Em] head, fear is in your [F#m] head Only in your [G] head, so forget your [A] head And you'll be [D] free [D7] yeah

The [G] writings on the [D] wall [D] Free [D7] yeah And [F] you can know it [C] all [D] if you [Em] choose [F#m] Just remember [G] lovers never lose [A] ‘Cause they are <D> free of thoughts <A> unpure <Bm> And of thoughts <F#m> unkind [D] Gentleness [Em] clears the soul [F#m] Love will clean your [G] mind and [A] make you [D] free

[D] /// [G] /// [D] /// [D] /// [D] /// [F] /// [C] / [D] / [Em] /// [F#m] /// [G] /// [A] /// [D] /// [D] ///

[D] Free, [D7] yeah, [G] yeah, yeah, yeah, [D] yeah, yeah, yeah (x4) [D] Free, [D7] yeah

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Andy Warhol { Written by David Bowie }

Intro: [Em] / / [D] | [C] / / [D] | [Em] / / [D] | [C] / / [D] |

[Em] Like to take a cement fix Be a standing [A] cinema Dress my friends up [C] just for show [A] See them as they [Em] really are [C] / / [D] [Em] Put a peep hole in my brain Two new pence to [A] have a go I'd like to be a [C] gallery [A] Put you all in[Em]-side my show [C] / / [D]

[D] Andy [A] Warhol [Em] looks a [C] scream [A] Hang him [C] on my [G] wall [A] [D] Andy [A] Warhol [Em] silver [A] screen Can't [A] tell them a[C]-part at [G] all [Am7] [A] [A]

[Em] / / [D] | [C] / / [D] | [Em] / / [D] | [C] / / [D] | [Em] Andy walking, Andy tired, Andy take a little [A] snooze Tie him up when he's [C] fast asleep [A] Send him on a [Em] pleasant cruise [C] / / [D] [Em] When you wake up on the sea Be sure to think of me and [A] you He'll think about paint and he'll [C] think about glue What a [A] jolly boring [Em] thing to do [C] / / [D]

[D] Andy [A] Warhol [Em] looks a [C] scream [A] Hang him [C] on my [G] wall [A] [D] Andy [A] Warhol [Em] silver [A] screen Can't [A] tell them a[C]-part at [G] all [Am7] <A> . . . .

[D] Andy [A] Warhol [Em] looks a [C] scream [A] Hang him [C] on my [G] wall [A] [D] Andy [A] Warhol [Em] silver [A] screen Can't [A] tell them a[C]-part at [G] all [Am7] <A>

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Song For Bob Dylan { Written by David Bowie } {Capo 2 – original in E}

Intro: [G] [F#m] [Em] [D] [G] [F#m] [Em] [Em] [A]

[G] Hear this Robert [F#m] Zimmerman I [Em] wrote a song for [D] you 'Bout a [G] strange young man called [F#m] Dylan With a [Em] voice like sand and [D] glue Some [F#m] words had truthful [Bm] vengeance That could [A] pin us to the [G] floor [Em] Brought a few more [F#m] people on And put the [G] fear in a whole lot [A] more

Ah [G] here she comes, [C] here she comes, [G] here she comes again The same old painted lady from the [D] brow of a superbrain She'll [Em] scratch this world to pieces as she [F] comes on like a friend But a [G] couple of songs from your old scrap book Could [D] send her home again

[G] Gave your heart to every [F#m] bedsit room, At least a [Em] picture on the [D] wall And you [G] sat behind a million [F#m] pair of eyes And [Em] told them how they [D] saw [F#m] Then we lost your [Bm] train of thought Your [A] paintings are all [G] your own While [Em] troubles are rising, we'd [F#m] rather be scared [G] Together than a[A]-lone

Ah [G] here she comes, [C] here she comes, [G] here she comes again The same old painted lady from the [D] brow of a superbrain She'll [Em] scratch this world to pieces as she [F] comes on like a friend But a [G] couple of songs from your old scrap book Could [D] send her home again

[G] [F#m] [Em] [D] [G] [F#m] [Em] [Em] [A]

Now [G] hear this Robert [F#m] Zimmerman Though I [Em] don't suppose we'll [D] meet [G] Ask your good friend [F#m] Dylan If he's a [Em] while down the old [D] street [F#m] Tell him we lost his [Bm] poems so we're [A] writing on the [G] walls [Em] Give us back our [F#m] unity and [G] give us back our [A] family You're [Em] every nation's [F#m] refugee don't [G] leave us with our [A] sanity

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Ah [G] here she comes, [C] here she comes, [G] here she comes again The same old painted lady from the [D] brow of a superbrain She'll [Em] scratch this world to pieces as she [F] comes on like a friend But a [G] couple of songs from your old scrap book Could [D] send her home again A [F] couple of songs from your old scrap book Could [G] send her home again Ah here she [C] comes, here she [G] comes ah here she [C] comes [G] [F#m] [Em] [D] [G] [F#m] [Em] [Em] [A] <D>

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Queen Bitch { Written by David Bowie }

Intro: [C] / [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] | (x4)

I'm [C] up on the eleventh floor And I'm [F] watching the cruisers be[C]-low [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] |

He's [C] down on the street And he's [F] trying hard to pull sister [C] Flo [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] |

Oh my [C] heart's in the basement My [F] weekend's at an all-time [C] low [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] |

'Cause she's [C] hoping to score so I [F] can't see her letting him go [C] Walk out of her [E] heart, walk out of her [A] mind... Oh not her

She's so [B] swishy in her satin and [D] tat In her [B] frock coat and bipperty-bopperty [D] hat Oh God, [B] I could do better than [C] that [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] |

She's an [C] old-time ambassador Of [F] sweet talking, night walking [C] games [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] |

And she's [C] known in the darkest clubs For [F] pushing ahead of the [C] dames [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] |

If she [C] says she can do it Then she can [F] do it, she don't make false [C] claims [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] |

But she's a [C] Queen, and such are queens That your [F] laughter is sucked in their [E] brains Now she's leading him [F] on And she'll lay him right [C] down Yes she's leading him [F] on Yes she'll lay him right [E] down But it could have been [F] me Yes, it could have been [C] me Why didn't I [E] say, why didn't I [A] say, no, no, no

She's so [B] swishy in her satin and [D] tat In her [B] frock coat and bipperty-bopperty [D] hat Oh God, [B] I could do better than [C] that [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] |

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So I [C] lay down a while And I [F] gaze at my hotel [C] wall [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] |

Oh the [C] cot is so cold It [F] don't feel like no bed at [C] all [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] | Yeah I [C] lay down a while And I [F] look at my hotel [C] wall [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] |

And he's [C] down on the street So I [F] throw both his bags down the [E] hall And I'm phoning a [F] cab 'Cause my stomach feels [C] small There's a taste in my [F] mouth And it's no taste at [E] all It could have been [F] me Oh yeah, it could have been [C] me Why didn't I [E] say, Why didn't I [A] say, no, no, no

She's so [B] swishy in her satin and [D] tat In her [B] frock coat and bipperty-bopperty [D] hat Oh God, [B] I could do better than [C] that [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] | [C] / [G] [F] | <C>

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The Bewlay Brothers { Written by David Bowie }

Intro: [D] / / / [Em] / [A] / | [D] / / / [Em] / [A] / |

And so the [D] story goes they wore the clothes They said the things to make it seem [Em] improbable [A] The whale of a [D] lie like they hope it was [D] [Em] [A] And the [D] goodmen tomorrow had their feet in the wallow And their [Em] heads of brawn were nicer shorn And [A] how they bought their positions with [D] saccharin and trust And the [Em] world was asleep to our [A] latent fuss [D] [D] [Em] Sighing, the swirl through the streets like the [A] crust of the sun

The Bewlay [Bm] Brothers In our [A] wings that bark Flashing [G] teeth of brass Standing [F#] tall in the dark Oh, and we were [Asus2] gone Hanging out with your [G] dwarf men We were so turned [Em] on By your lack of con<C>-clusions

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Well, [D] I was stone and he was wax So he could scream, and still relax, [Em] unbelievable [A] And we frightened the small [D] children away [D] [Em] [A] And our [D] talk was old and dust would flow through our veins And Lo! it was midnight back [Em] at the kitchen door [A] Like the grim face on the cath[D]-edral floor [D] [Em] And the solid book we wrote [A] cannot be found today [D] [D] [Em] And it was stalking time for the moon boys, [A]

The Bewlay [Bm] Brothers With our [A] backs on the arch In the [G] Devil-may-be-here But he can't [F#] sing about that Oh, and we were [Asus2] gone Real cool [G] traders We were so turned [Em] on You thought we were <C> fakers

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And now the [D] dress is hung, the ticket pawned The Factor Max that proved the fact is [Em] melted down [A] Woven on the edging of my [D] pillow [D] [Em] [A] And my [D] brother lays upon the rocks He could be dead, he could be not, he [Em] could be you He's [A] chameleon, comedian, corinthian and [D] caricature [D] [Em] Shooting up pie in the [A] sky Bewlay [D] Brothers [D] In the [Em] feeble and the bad [A]

Bewlay [Bm] Brothers In the [A] blessed and cold In the [G] crutch-hungry dark Was where we [F#] flayed our mark Oh, and we were [Asus2] gone Kings of ob[G]-livion We were so turned [Em] on In the mind warp pa<C>-vilion

[Bm] Lay me place and [C] bake me pie I'm [F] starving for me [Bm] gravy [Bm] Leave my shoes, and [C] door unlocked I [F] might just slip a[Bm]-way, hey Just for the [F] day! Hey, please come a[Bm]-way Hey, just for the [F] Day Hey, please come a[Bm]-way Hey, please come a[F]-way Just for the [Bm] Day Please come a[F]-way Please come a[Bm]-way Please come a[F]-way <Bm>

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