This song is very fuzzed up on the record “Here comes the warm jets”.
There is another version of the song without all the fuzz but I haven?t
gotten a hold of it so this is only my version of the song.

When you play turn the treble down and bass up. This way you can get quite
close to the original song.
I?m sure some of it is wrong. If you know how to fix it, you can contact me
so we can sort it out and get proper tab.

Have fun!

Standard Tuning

V1

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|-9-9-9-9-9-6-6-6-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4---------------------------------|
|-9-9-9-9-9-6-6-6-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-|
|-7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-|
|---------------------------------5-5-5-5-5-2-2-2-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-|

V2

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|----------------------------------------------------|
|------------------9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-------------------|
|--4-4-4-4-4-7-7-7-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-------------------|
|--4-4-4-4-4-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-------------------|
|--2-2-2-2-2-5-5-5-----------------------------------|

V3

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|---------------------------------------------------|
|---------------------------------------------------|
|--4-4-4-4-4-7-7-7-6-6-6-6-6-6-6-6------------------|
|--4-4-4-4-4-7-7-7-6-6-6-6-6-6-6-6------------------|
|--2-2-2-2-2-5-5-5-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4------------------|

Lyrics:

V1
Father we make claims on our knees.
V1
Gone in a year, for we?ve nowhere to be.
V2
Nowhere to be
V3
Nowhere to be

Father, stains, they?re all on our knees.
Down on our words and we?ve nothing to be
nothing to be
nothing to be

Further down we?re all on our saints
Paid to appease though we?ve nothing these days
Nothing these days
nothing these days

Father here they?re sprawled in a daze
We?re down on our knees and we?ve nothing to say
Nothing to say
nothing to say

Capo on 1

The whole song is basically E-F-E-F-E-G-D-F

Monica sighed, rolled onto her side
She was so impressed that she just surrendered.

She was moved by his wheels, she was just up from Wales
He was fuelled by her coals and he was coming to catch her.
Lose the sense of time, nail down the blinds
And in the succulent dark, there’s a sense of ending.
Joking aside, the mechanical bride
Has fallen prey to the Great Pretender.

Let me just point out discreetly,
Though you never learn
All those tawdry late-night Weepies
I could make you weep more cheaply.
As the empty moon enamels
Monica with spoons and candles
Bangs around without the light on
Furniture to get it right on.
Subtlely a lonely fishpool hums with little eels
Often things that travel widely
Stay at home; the Trout obliges.

Monica sighed, rolled onto her side.
She was so impressed that she just surrendered.

e|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-----5--5--5------5--5--5-------5--5--5------5--5--5---|
G|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-----5--5--5------5--5--5-------5--5--5------5--5--5---|
A|---3------------3-------------3------------3-----------|
E|-------------------------------------------------------|

Thinking of a world and the light of the sun

e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-----5--5--5-------5--5--5--------5--5--5-----5--5--5----------3---3---3---|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|-----5--5--5-------5--5--5--------5--5--5-----5--5--5----------5---5---5---|
A|---3-------------3--------------3-----------3--------------5---------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|

And all the many lives that were ever begu—un,

e|------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------3---3---3----------1---1---1--------1--1--1------5--5--5---|
G|------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------5---5---5----------3---3---3--------3--3--3------5--5--5---|
A|---5------------------3------------------3------------3-----------|
E|------------------------------------------------------------------|

Ever begun.

Our little world turning in the blue
As each day goes there’s another one new,
Another one new.

How many people will we feed today
How many lips will we kiss today
If we wake up?

How many worlds will we ever see,
And how many people can we ever be,
If we wake up?

[Verse 1]
Put a straw under baby
Your good deed for the day
Put a straw under baby
Keep the splinters away

[Verse 2]
Let the corridors echo
As the dark places grow
Hear superior’s footsteps
On the landing below

[Instrumental]




[Verse 3]
There’s a place in the orchard
Where no one dare go
The last nun who went there
Turned into a crow

[Verse 4]
Turned into a crow-crow
Turned into a crow
The last nun who went there
Turned into a crow

[Verse 5]
There’s a brain in the table
There’s a heart in the chair
And they all live in Jesus
It’s a family affair

[Repeat Instrumental]