Intro: (use these chords during verses, you can hit the F#m & E an octave
lower for the chorus for a good sound)

e|—-5——-5——-7—-7-9-10s12–|
B|—-7-5h7-5-5-5h7-5-9-10————|
G|—-7——-6——-9—————| x3
D|—-7——-7——-9—————|
A|—-5——-7——-7—————|
E|—-5——-5——-7—————|

e|—-5——-5——-9——7——–|
B|—-7-5h7-5-5-5h7-5-10—–9——–|
G|—-7——-6——-11—–9——–|
D|—-7——-7——-11—–9——–|
A|—-5——-7——-9——7——–|
E|—-5——-5——-9——7——–|

Verse:
I’m coming into your town.
Night is falling to the ground,
but I can still see where you loved yourself
before he tore it all down. April 12th,
with nobody else around; you were outside the house
(where’s your mother?),
when he put you in the car,
when he took you down the road.
And I can still see where it was open,
the door he slammed closed. It was open,
the door he slammed closed. It was open, long ago.

Chorus:
But don’t lose me now, don’t lose me now.
Though I know that I’m not useful anyhow,
just let me stick around
while I tell you, like before,
you should say his name the way that he said yours.
But you don’t want to say his name anymore. Oh, Cynda Moore.

Intro

Baby daughter on the road,
you’re wrapped up warm in daddy’s coat.
And I can still see the cigarette's heat.
I can’t believe all that you’re telling me,
what is cutting like the smoke through your teeth
as you’re telling me ’forget it.’

But if I could tear his throat,
and spill his blood between my jaws,
and erase his name out for good,
don’t you know that I would?
Don’t you realize that I wouldn’t pause,
that I would cut him down with my claws
if I could have somehow never let that happen?
Or I’d call, some black midnight,
fk up his new life where they don’t know what he did,
tell his brand-new wife and his second kid.
Though I tell you, like before,
that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours,
you want no part of his life anymore.
Oh Cynda Moore,

Intro

don’t lose me now, let me help you out.
Though I know that I can’t help anyhow,
when I watch you I’m proud.
When I tell you twice before
that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours,
you want no part of his life anymore.
oh Cynda Mo – ore.
And it’ll never be the way it was before,
but I wish that you would let me through that door.

D A E (or Intro bit)

end on E

Take Care.

Summer’s here, and I’m gonna crack, crack, crack
Summer’s here, and I’m gonna crack

We sort through shocked quartz
In a jewelry store, watch your sister and dad
Consort with kept courtesans
While the whole world is in ruins, we laugh.

Summer’s here, and I’m gonna crack, crack, crack
Summer’s here, and I’m gonna crack
Summer’s here, and I’m near a heart attack or flash
of real feeling, teeth gnashing, and blasting and reeling
through black.

‘Cause, kids: When I first saw your mom
Well, I was right, and she was wrong
About just the kind of man she was bringing back.

When I first met her dad
Well, I felt good, and he felt bad
But, kids, you’ll find that over time you’re just trapped.

Spring is gone, and you’re gonna gasp, gasp, gasp
Spring is gone, and you’re gonna gasp
Gasp

And, friends: When I first saw the groom
Rise from the darkness of a tomb
I was unnerved, though overall I was wowed.
When I first saw the bride
The look inside her eyes just cried,
‘If someone has some cause to stop, say it now!’

Fall is here, and the leaves all come down, down, down
Fall is here, and the leaves all come down, down, down
Winter’s here, and it’s too cold to drown, drown, drown
Winter’s here, and it’s too cold to drown, drown, drown
Winter’s here, and it’s too cold to drown, drown, drown
Winter’s here, and it’s too cold to drown, drown, drown
Winter’s here, and it’s too cold to drown, drown, drown
Winter’s here, and it’s too cold to drown, drown, drown
Winter’s here, and the snow’s on the ground
Winter’s here, and I’m nearly whited-out,
Snowblind, it’s no business of mine, life don’t want me around.

END

INTRO:
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VERSE:
They asked for more.
(What do you think this fan club is for?)
I slithered up each rose corridor.
I kept a warm, safe place at my core,
before I lost it.
They asked for blood.
What do you think this woman’s made of?
I stuck a small, thin pin in my thumb.
They dreamt a low, long line to be crossed–
and I crossed it.

CHORUS:
I’m alive, but a different kind of alive
than the way I used to be.
I retire to a split white smile to be seen
in an old stag magazine.

(VERSE)
And this girl’s eyes,
when they were roughly wrenched open, I
could see a starry stair up your thigh.
You hid behind your hair (oh, but I
saw you were smiling),

(CHORUS)
while all these guys, all these curious sets of eyes,
safe behind a TV screen,
I let them pry, pick apart and hang up to dry
almost every piece of me.
N.C.
(If you don’t love me, I’m sorry.)

INTERLUDE:
(SAME AS INTRO / VERSE)

(VERSE)
Oh, what a trip.
Oh, what a shimmering silver ship.
Oh, what a hot half-life I half-lived.
And the stripes and stars, how they stripped
off of the siding
when my life ripped
off from the part that played as a kid
into the part that blazed through your lids
to find a warm, safe place and to sit,
curled up, inside it.

(CHORUS)
So here’s “goodbye,” from the part that’s staying behind
to the part that has to leave,
to the sublime lips that were never spoiled by a line,
to the face inside the beam,

OUTRO:
who wasn’t me.
Who wasn’t me, oh no no,
She’s not me, oh oh.

Intro: D

No one wants to hear about your 97th tear, so dry your eyes or let it go
uncried, my dear. I am all out of love to mouth into your ear, and not above
G A Em Em G A
letting a love song disappear before it’s written.
And no one wants a tune about the 100th luftballoon that was seen
shooting from the window of your room, to be a spot against the sky’s
colossal gloom and land, deflated, in some neighbor state that’s strewn with
Em Em G A
99 others.

8 Chinese brothers; well, there’s a reason why the last is smiling wide
and sitting higher than the others, swinging his arms.

(The it goes to back to the verse and you get the idea.)

On the he does a hammer on the Em, the G, and then the A. It’s very easy to
figure out. He also plays some of these chords with the third fret of
the B and E strings attached, but whatever works for you.

Later.

Each night the numbers
paired off like lovers,
collided together
so I can remember
my name or my nation.
Bay black sheep boy.

Go back beyond the pasture,
you cracked out of my head.
Get in your battered Mustang
and the back seat will be your bed.

Burning black sheep boy,
dark denim phantom.
Face full of flames,
the ears full of cheers that have fanned them.
I’d slice off the horns that sprung right from those temples
I was chased from my bedroom,
I was chased from my candles.

By fear of the numbers,
paired off like lovers,
collided together
so I can remember
my face or my station.
Pacing black sheep boy.

The floor just won’t support you,
You hovered through the room.
Get in your battered Mustang
and the backseat will be your tomb.

And I rode into Baltimore
and I found a hotel room
where I tried to escape you,
but the phone line wouldn’t go through.
And inside the mirror,
well I saw you stamping staring out
I’d recognize your eyes
You fell for any of the lines that come flying out.
Nothing I’ve heard from you sounds sane or safe.
Words falling down from the ceiling
where the mirror is stealing
the light to reveal us both tonight and we’re both kneeling in the

black pool of your shadow.
You cracked out of my head.
Go back beyond the pasture,
where I’ll smash your mirror
till you’re dead.

Note: This is the basic chord structure. I have not included the solo/instrumental part
I’m not planning to either.
I guess some of the chords can be varied a bit and also you might want to add some
between the chords
[(as]for ex[(G)]ample. Jus[(C)]t pl[Dm)]ay the bass-note quick and not the whole chord.
Any corrections or anything else, just send me an email. Enjoy!

Come into the den
Come into the den
You’ve got a glow
You’ve got a glow

Climb into my arms
With blood on your clothes
You’ve got a glow
You’ve got a glow

And you’re no ones but mine
And nobody knows
The lane where he’s lying
No heat in his bones

No heart that was mine
No hand that I’d hold
And you’ve got a glow
You’ve got a glow

(Instrumental)



(Bridge)
And there’s no escaping
The thing that is making its home in your radio

Your light and alive
You’re lithe and you’re strong
And you’ve wanted to do that, my love
For so long

My live and dead men
Come into the den
You’ve got a glow
You’ve got a glow

Capo 2nd Fret

Chorus:
Let fall your
soft and swaying skirt; let fall your
shoes; let fall your shirt. I’m not the
lady-killing sort. Enough to
hurt a girl in port.

Verse:
Marie’s gone
blonde, and lost a stone. She lay on her
lawn, spun and alone. And when the
morning sun, it rose upon
Marie, and her lacy clothes. It lit her
up, and she walked around the winding
streets of Camden town. She don’t know
who she wants to be, but if I
knew, I’d tell Marie.

Chorus

And Cindy tells me she’s had fun,
Sitting back stage,someone’s plus one.
Up in her room,the records spin
a needle in the grooves that she’s worn thin.
Well, she lifts her sleeve and she sees a name.
And she’s got a smile on her face
And she’s got a story you can’t see
Well, that’s just between that name and Cindy.

Interlude: A Asus4 A

And before Holly made her way
Over the sea and far away,
She’s telling me inside her car
driving us back from the Crystal Corner bar.
I lost her there; I fell from hell
Cut some fresh pieces from myself
Then for a second something in me
Said leave today, it’s time, Holly.

Interlude

Oh, I’m a weak and lonely sort,
Though I’m not sailing just for sport.
I’ve come to feel out on the sea
These urgent lives press against me.
I’m just aghast; I’m not a part
My tender head with my easy heart.
These several years out on the sea
Made me empty, cold, and clear pour yourself into me.

Chorus

Chords used:
EADGBe
A: 002220
A2:5542–
D: 000232
E: 022100

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Intro: D – A

Verse 1 chords:
Baby’s ball all blood red like flayed of pigs and silk soft little things
Fill a house hung from strings
And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings
E D A A2
With the other sardines over cities of things mommies need
Light as gas, and half-assedly free
Like I was in nineteen ninety three

Verse 2 chords:
Over the ruins like we’re staggering apes, what we get is what we take
In a split open place where a man can get kinged
In a palace of panic and flames, where nobody gets blamed
By the tired, and broke down, and beat
Sunken gardens where there was a street

Verse 3: use verse 1 chords
West over water I rambled and paced
and the blood river raced like the sweat down my face
And the stadium roared, and the warriors embraced
And the golden shore groaned beneath the weight of my tastes, and I blazed
In the last orange hours of the day
Until the dust hazed and hid us away

Bridge:
Little baby, be brave, see dad riding over the rise
His whole cavalcade through the crowd watch them run on all sides

Verse 4: use verse 1 chords
And the neon white branches, and the carrion fly on a congressman’s eye
I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves
and left under a rock out on Rockaway Beach beneath the trees
I have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze
There’s a hole in my throat, you can note my last wheeze if you need
And then take hold of the rope down we scream

Pt. II

And at break of dawn, they?re sweetly shining.
Or at quiet of midnight, cold and dim, They say ?don?t harm him.?
And when I wake just as their eyes are crying,
I see that bed and I just want to climb back in.

Pt. III

But let?s gather up your friends and drive up to that country inn.
We can stay there, feeling water warmly wash across our skin,
Giving back all of our tears so that we can cry them again.

Break

Pt. I
You want to tell your dad you can?t believe he?s dying,
But let?s just walk on down the hall and shut our mouths.
The AM radio is broken down and crying
As on this hour drive we?re silent to ourselves.

Pt. II

Let?s go back up to your house, and take our clothes off.
And just push and pull ourselves until we?re deep inside of sleep.
And with your body next to me, its sleepy sighing
Sounds like waves upon a sea too far to reach.

Pt. III ( with slight differences)

But I?ll gather up my men and try to sail on it again,
And we?ll walk and quietly talk all through the country of your skin,
Made up of pieces of the places that you?ve dreamed and that you?ve been.
And we will sleep outside in tents upon this unfamiliar land,
And in the morning we?ll awake, yeah, as a foreign dawning breaks,
My men and I will all awake. Let’s try again.

Repeat Pt. III Chords through the La La La’s

He cut your strings so that he could float
– lit by lights, lifted by alcohol
– over acres of loving coast,
far away from your lonely ghost.
Now he’s cool and all,
floating anchorless. Ports of call:
where it’s fabulous, after all
of this watching himself just crawl.

Think you see him?
He’s not there,
that’s just light
that’s not yet dead.
Wait two hours
and watch what’ll be there instead.

Was he small and cold,
like a ring you call up from home,
held so tightly his limbs went numb,
worn away between your finger and thumb?
Well, now he’s bought and sold.
Cry his call number down the phone,
he can’t hear you ‘ he’s on his float,
waving down to the folks at home.

Think you see him?
He’s not there,
that’s just light
that’s not yet dead.
Wait two hours
and watch what’ll be there instead.

As the cameras love all of his faces,
they hide all the traces of you in his heart.
Stand in line to hold forth on his grace,
but you won’t even get a head-start,
Get a head start

As his close-up comes
cascading down from above,
the eyes of a nation in love
are looking on all of their hopes
held up.
And the words that some
screenwriter counted and chose,
and then set in their sequence and froze,
unfreeze on his tongue as he speaks
for all of us
but one.
And honey, he’s gone.
And baby, he’s everyone’s.
In the dark sky tonight,
cast your eyes
on the dim light
that he will become.
You’re like everyone
Who thinks they see him
He’s not there,
that’s just light
that’s not yet dead.
Wait two hours
and watch what’ll be there instead.