They call me the wild rose, But my name was Eliza Day
Why they call me that I do not know, For my name was Eliza Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
Her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, All bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door, And entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, And with a careful hand
He wiped up the tears, That ran down my face

They call me the wild rose, But my name was Eliza Day
Why they call me that I do not know, For my name was Eliza Day

On the second day, I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful, Than any woman I’d seen
I said do you know, Where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free

On the second day he came, With a single red rose
He said, Give me your loss and your sorrow
I nodded my head, As I lay on the bed
If I show you the roses will you follow alone

They call me the wild rose, But my name was Eliza Day
Why they call me that I do not know, For my name was Eliza Day

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses, And we kissed
And the last thing I heard, Was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her, Where the wild roses grow
As she lay on the bank, The wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, Said All beauty must die
And I leant down and planted a rose tween her teeth

They call me the wild rose, But my name was Eliza Day
Why they call me that I do not know, For my name was Eliza Day
My name was Eliza Day, For my name was Eliza Day

And we breathe, it in
There is no need to forgive
Breathe, it in
there is no need to forgive (again)

The trees will stand like pleading hands
We go down with the dew in the morning light
The trees all stand like pleading hands
We go down with the dew in the morning light

And we breathe, it in
There is no need to forgive
Breathe, it in
there is no need to forgive (again)

Verse 3:
The trees will burn with blackened hands
We return with the light of the evening
The trees will burn blackened hands
Nowhere to rest, with nowhere to land

And we know who you are
And we know where you live
And we know there’s no need to forgive

Repeat

rke

>>>>People ain’t no good by NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS
Intro:
(Just a suggestion, as the original is played on a piano)

e———————————————————-|
B——–0–1——1–0——-0–1————————-|
G–0–2———0———-0—–2————————-|
D———–2———0———-3————————-|
A———–3———————————————-|
E———————3———-1————————-|

People just ain’t no good
I think that’s well understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain’t no good

The same are chords repeated over all the verses and choruses, until
the bridge:

To our love send a dozen white lillies
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
that people they just ain’t no good

Repeat with different lyrics, then repeat chorus a couple of times.

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From Trond J. Stroem Jul 25 ’94 at 2:43 pm 60

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Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
Something’s Gotten Hold of My Heart
(Greenaway/Cook)
From “Kicking Against the Pricks” (1985)
Paul McMullan key corrections by Michael Daugsch
Original version by Gene Pitney, ca. 1967
Also done by
Marc Almond (& Gene Pitney), ca. 1987

(NOTE: These chords are really for Gene Pitney’s original; Cave does it in
a lower key, but I haven’t bothered to check out which. – Trond.)

Michael : (I tried to figure out Cave´s tune, and it sounds pretty close, so enjoy)

INTRO:
A E5 C Bm (Not 100% correct)

(E5)Something’s gotten hold of my (D)heart
Keeping my (C)soul and my (Bm)senses A(E5)part
Something’s gotten into my (D)life
Cutting it’s (C)way through my (Bm)dreams like a (E5)knife
(D)Turning me (C)up, and (Bm)turning me (E5)down
(D)Making me (C)smile, and (Bm)making me (E5)frown

(E5)In A world that was (D)small
I once lived in a (G)time that was (C)peace and no (Bm)troubles at (E5)al
l
But then you came my (D)way
And a feeling (of) un(E5)known shook my (D)heart,
made me (A)want you to (D)stay
(A)All of my (D)nights, and (A)all of my (C)days

(Bm) (yeah I gotta tell you now)
(E5)Something’s gotten hold of my (D)hand
Dragging my (C)soul to A (Bm)beautiful (E5)land
Yeah, something has invaded my (D)night
Painting my (C)sleep with A (Bm)colour so (E5)bright
(D)Changing the (C)grey, and (Bm)changing the (E5)blue
(D)Scarlet for (C)me, and (Bm)scarlet for (E5)you

[(Am)]I (Fm[(E)])got[(C)] to [(Bm7)]know if this is the real thing
I (Fm)got to know it’s making my heart sing

Wo-hoo-(A)o-ye-E-E-E-E E-(A)

You (Bm)smile and I am lost for a lifetime
Each (Bm)minute spent with you is the (Bm)right time
Every hour, every day
You touch me and my mind goes astray, yeah
Baby, baby

(E5)Something’s gotten hold of my (D)hand
Dragging my (C)soul to A (Bm)beautiful (E5)land
Something has invaded my (D)night
Painting my (C)sleep with A (Bm)colour so (E5)bright
(D)Changing the (C)grey, and (Bm)changing the (E5)blue
(D)Scarlet for (C)me, and (Bm)scarlet for (E5)you

Comments from: Paul McMullan :

The position of the chords is about right I think. In many cases they
should be played on the start of the word that follows the chord. For
example, (F)scarlet … means the F is played on the s. My positioning of
the chords isn’t exactly the same as the sheet music – it doesn’t always
correspond to where the guitar chord has been placed. But it does agree
with the chord (or note) in the piano notation.

Comments from Michael :
I couldn´t figure out the bridge exactly, I play the chords improvised, sounds kind of
it yourself! Let me know if this tab is good.

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–3————3—|
——1–1–1——|

I walk into the corner of my room, see my friends in high places
I don’t know which is which and whom is whom, they’ve stolen each other’s faces
Janet is there with her high-hatting hair full of bedroom feathers
Janet is known to make dead men groan in any kind of weathers
I crawl over to her, I say hey baby, I say hey Janet
You are the one, you are the sun and I’m your dutiful planet
But she ain’t down with any of that, she’s heard that shit before
I say ah ha, oh yeah, you’re right, cause I see Betty X standing by the door
With more news from nowhere,
More news from nowhere
And it’s getting strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year
More news from nowhere, More news from nowhere

. . .

Comments and corrections welcomed.

Courtesy of Euchrid Eucrow: http://profile.ultimate-guitar.com/Euchrid_Eucrow/

Look yonder! Look yonder!
Look yonder! A big black cloud come!
A big black cloud come!
Yeah come to Tupelo, Come to Tupelo

Yonder on the horizon
Yonder on the horizon
Stopped at the mighty river
Stopped at the mighty river and
Sucked the damn thing dry
Tupelo-o-o, O Tupelo
In a valley hides a town called Tupelo

Distant thunder rumble. Distant thunder rumble
Rumble hungry like the Beast
The Beast it cometh, cometh down
The Beast it cometh, cometh down
Woah woah woahhh

Tupelo bound. Tupelo-o-o. Yeah Tupelo
The Beast it cometh, Tupelo bound

Why the hen won’t lay no egg
Can’t get that cock to crow
The nag is spooked and crazier
Oh God help Tupelo! Oh God help Tupelo!
Oh God help Tupelo! Oh God help Tupelo!

You can say these streets are rivers
You can call these rivers streets
You can tell yourself you’re dreaming buddy
But no sleep runs this deep
No! No sleep runs this deep
Women at their windows
Rain crashing on the pane
Writing in the frost
Tupelo’s shame. Tupelo’s shame
Oh God help Tupelo! Oh God help Tupelo!

Oh go to sleep little children
The sandmans on his way
Oh go to sleep little children
The sandmans in his way
But the little children know
They listen to the beating of their blood
Listen to the beating of their blood
Listen to the beating of their blood
They listen to the beating of their blood
The sandman’s mud!
The sandman’s mud!
And the black rain come down
The black rain come down
The black rain come down
Water water everywhere
Where no bird can fly no fish can swim
Where no bird can fly no fish can swim
No fish can swim
Until The King is born!
Until The King is born!
In Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o!
Til The King is born in Tupelo!

In a clapboard shack with a roof of tin
Where the rain came down and leaked within
Young mother frozen on a concrete floor
With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw
Tupelo-o-o! Oh Tupelo!
With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw

Saturday gives what Sunday steals
And a child is born at a brothers’ heels
Come Sunday morning the firstborn dead
In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red
Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo!
In a shoebox buried with a ribbon of red

Oh the mama rock you little one slow
Mama rock your baby
Mama rock your little one slow
God help Tupelo! God help Tupelo!
Mama rock your little one slow
The little one will walk on Tupelo
The little one will walk on Tupelo
Black rain come down, Black rain come down
Tupelo-o-o! Yeah Tupelo!
And carry the burden of Tupelo
Tupelo-o-o! Oh Tupelo! Yeah!
The King will walk on Tupelo!
Tupelo-o-o! Oh Tupelo!
He carried the burden out of Tupelo!
Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo!
You will reap just what you sow

“There She Goes, My Beautiful World”
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus
2004

This is a pretty easy song, you just go back and forth from Cm and F during all the
verse and bridge parts.
The chorus is the only part that is different, where you play (C G Am F G).
But since I’m anl about this kinda thing, I’ll put it out clearly here.

Cm Cm

e|–x—–3–|
B|–x—–4–|
G|–0—–5–|
D|–1—–5–|
A|–3—–3–|
E|–x—–3–|

x don’t play these strings

-Using my Cm chord is optional, but it adds some nice, tense subtlety to the verses I
like to use it in.
-I’ll put the Capo III chords at the bottom of the tab

Intro: Cm F Cm F

Cm F Cm
The wintergreen, the juniper
F Cm
The cornflower and the chicory
F Cm
All the words you said to me
Still vibrating in the air
The elm, the ash and the linden tree
The dark and deep, enchanted sea
The trembling moon and the stars unfurled
There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes agaaaaaaaaain

Cm F
John Willmot penned his poetry
Cm F
riddled with the pox
Cm F
Nabakov wrote on index cards,
Cm F
at a lectem, in his socks
St. John of the Cross did his best stuff
imprisoned in a box
And JohnnyThunders was half alive
when he wrote Chinese Rocks

Well, me, I’m lying here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I’m lying here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I’m lying here, for what seems years
I’m just lying on my bed with nothing in my head

Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
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 agaaaaaaaaain

Cm F
Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles
Cm F
while writing Das Kapital
Cm F
And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,
and went all tropical
While Philip Larkin, he stuck it out
in a library in Hull
And Dylan Thomas died drunk in
St. Vincent’s hospital

I will lie at your feet
I will kneel at your door
I will rock you to sleep
I will roll on the floor
And I’ll ask for nothing
Nothing in this life
I’ll ask for nothing
Give me ever-lasting life

I just want to move the world
I just want to move the world
I just want to move the world
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 agaaaaaaaaain

Cm F
So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet,
Cm F
brother, and blow it
Cm F
If you’ve got a field, that don’t yield,
Cm F
well get up now and hoe it
I look at you and you look at me and
deep in our hearts babe we know it
That you weren’t much of a muse,
but then I weren’t much of a poet

I will be your slave
I will peel you grapes
Up on your pedestal
With your ivory and apes
With your book of ideas
With your alchemy
O Come on, Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send it all around the world
Send it all around the world
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
There she goes again
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes a—-gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain

– If you play with a Capo on the 3rd fret, the chords are:
(Verse: Am D)
(Chorus: A E F#m D E)

You can play the main verse riff as an Am chord all the way through, or you can toss in
occassional C or G chord
(or as I prefer an Am with C or G on the bass).

You’ll see the suggestions in brackets like this ‘( )’

If you wish to imitate the organ, your best bet is to simply arpeggiate the Am chords
then slash the chorus chords.

One caveat, I offer no gurantee of completeness or accuracy. If you think something
better,
please feel free to add corrections. This is merely the way I’ve chosen to interpret the song.

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“We Call Upon the Author to Explain,” from DIG, LAZARUS, DIG!! (2008)

Opening (without lyrics) can be played like this. It makes more sense if you listen to
song:

Am, Am, Am, C (Am/C) or G (Am/G)

What we once thought we had we didn’t,
and what we have now will never be that way again
So we call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop)
Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets,
we’ve shunned them from the greasy-grind
The poor little things, they look so sad and old
as they mount us from behind
I ask them to desist and to refrain
And then we call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop)
Rosary clutched in his hand, he died with tubes up his nose
And a cabal of angels with finger cymbals chanted his name in code
We shook our fists at the punishing rain
And we call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop)
He said everything is messed up around here, everything is banal and jejune
There is a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me in this idiot
of the moon
Well, he knew exactly who to blame
And we call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop)

Prolix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix!
Prolix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix!

N.C………………..

(Doop doop doop doop dooop)
Well, I go guruing down the street, young people gather round my feet
Ask me things, but I don’r know where to start
They ignite the power-trail ssstraight to my father’s heart
And once again
I call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop …)
Who is this great burdensome slavering dog-thing that mediocres my every thought?
I feel like a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker,
it’s fked up and he is a fker
But what an enormous and encyclopaedic brain
I call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop …)
Oh rampant discrimination, mass poverty, third world debt,
infectious diseease
Global inequality and deepening socio-economic divisions
Well, it does in your brain
And we call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop …)
Now hang on, my friend Doug is tapping on the window (Hey Doug, how you been?)
Brings me back a book on holocaust poetry complete with pictures
Then tells me to get ready for the rain
And we call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop …)

I say prolix! Prolix! Something a pair of scissors can fix

N.C………………

Bukowski was a jerk! Berryman was best!
He wrote like wet papier mache, went the Heming-way weirdly on wings and with maximum pain

We call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop …)

Down in my bolthole I see they’ve published
another volume of unreconstructed rubbish
“The waves, the waves were soldiers moving”.
Well, thank you, thank you, thank you And again

I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the author to explain

Prolix! Prolix! There’s nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix!

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Tab by Euchrid Eucrow

F9: x33011

Intro

Verses

Stranger than kindness
Bottled light from hotels
Spilling everything
Wet hand from the volcano
Sobers your skin
Stranger than Kindness

You caress yourself
And grind my soft cold bones below
Your map of desire
Burned in your flesh
Even a fool can come
A strange lit stair
And find a rope hanging there
Stranger than kindness

Keys rain like heaven’s hair
There is no home there is no bread
We sit at the gate and scratch
The gaunt fruit of passion
Dies in the light
Stranger than kindness

Your sleeping hands
They journey The loiter
Stranger than kindness
You hold me so carelessy close
Tell me I’m dirty

I’m a Stranger, I’m a Stranger
I’ma Stranger to kindness

Intro:
G C G x2

You wave at the sky with wide lovely eyes
Waves and waves of love go by
And through the garden with your secret key
Down the tunnel that leads to the sea
Step on the beach beneath the iron skies
You wave and wave your wide lovely eyes
Crystal waves and waves of love
You wave and say goodbye

C G x2

Your dress sides with your wide lovely strides
And all along the street lately the stories are bound
They’ve dismantled the fun fair and they’ve shut down the rides
They’ve hung the mermaids from the streetlights by their hair
And with wide lovely eyes you wave at the sky
And near the high window watching the ride
The waves of blue and the waves of love
You wave and say goodbye

The night expands, I am expanding
I watch your hands like butterflies landing
All among the myths and the legends we create
And all the laughing stories we tell our friends

Close the windows, clear up the mess
It’s getting late, it’s darker and closer to the end

Through the tunnel and down the sea
And on the pebble beach releases you entire
And arrange your shoes side by side
You wave and wave with wide lovely eyes
Distant waves and waves of distant love
You wave and say goodbye

Repeat G until end.