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Phantom Track
03:49
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Phantom Track (Do the same again.) (70 bpm ride moody mf.)HS.
Am
1. I know about a man’s gonna pay, bought Johnny Ace’s 38 on e-bay,
Dm
And the haunches of the goddess are thine.
E7
He’s splitting up the sets, showing off to his girl and he knows now fo sure, he’ll never, never, never, never . . .
do the same again.
2. Broke guitar they don’t make anymore, smashed to pieces on the killing floor.
wood and wire like a snare in my heart.
The repercussions are spineless, my fate is friendless, and all it means is he’ll never, never, never, never . . .
be the same again.
Middle 8 C/G/Am
C G Am
Whatever you’re drinking tonight will that be the same again.
Can we fly like the wind on your gossamer wing like a silver bird.
Is it all very well but do we have the right to shut out the night.
Whatever you’re drinking tonight will that be the same again.
on this phantom track, on this phantom track (G/Am)
3. I know wisdom is just not observed, on a rough track where the devil is heard.
To set fire on myself like a snitch
In the edge of town sadness, the same town of madness, he’ll knows now for sure that he’ll never, never, never, never . . .
BE the same again. She ain’t there is just a phantom track
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2. |
Tumblin' Man
02:58
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Tumbling Man. (Slide tuned to open D)
I am the tumbling man, I am the accelerating man.
I’m coming to greet you, like a cannonball.
Falling to earth, like Newton’s law.
I am the flying man, I am the falling man.
Falling to earth, like Newton’s law.
I’m dropping Earthwards to a place near you.
I am the stone, I am the accidental missile.
I’m coming to greet you, like a cannonball.
Falling to earth, like Newton’s law.
I’m embracing the peace, and the endless blue.
I see the sky and the planets and the stars.
And with an impact I can put an end to all of this
I am the tumbling man, I am the accelerating man.
I’m coming to greet you, like a cannonball.
Falling to earth, like Newton’s law.
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3. |
Death Message Blues
03:44
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DEATH MESSAGE BLUES. E7/B, F#m/B, C#m/E/B.
E7 B
I got a message on my phone.
They sent me a line with a tone.
I caught the first plane, and went home.
And I had to do it, alone.
F#m B
All of the folks had gathered round.
His eyes were set hard and full of frowns.
E7 B
I’m glad you got our message son.
What would we do without our phones (These things).
C#m E/B
Well he wasn’t dead but he was dying
And to think of him there I just can’t stop crying
And that was the last day that I saw my papa’s face
I love you sweet papa and I wish I could take your place.
B7 B
Well I followed my papa to the Crematorium ground
I watched the pall bearers slowly let him down.
I said some words but to this day.
I just did not know what I would say.
F#m B
All of the folks had gathered round.
Their eyes set hard and full of frowns.
E7 B
I’m glad you got our message son.
I guess you’ll be leaving with the sun.
C#m E/B
And that was the last day that I saw my papa’s face
And to think of him there I just can’t stop crying
And that was the last day that I saw my papa’s face
I love you sweet papa and I wish I could take your place.
Death Message blues, Death Message blues
Death Message blues, Death Message blues.
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4. |
Shake Your Soul
02:13
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Shake Your Soul
He’s down he’s wild he’s gonna shake-a your life,
He’s wild he’s fucked he’s gonna shake-a your world,
That man, that boy he’s in a world of his own.
His girl she’s down she’s gonna make you her own.
Lolly don’t need a dead man, Lolly don’t need a reason.
Somebody set the alarm off, somebody wants to be caught.
Molly don’t need a hatchet, Holly just now gone bat shit,
Somebody must know something, somebody’s got an answer.
He’s gonna shake your world, he’s gonna take you down,
He’s gonna take you up, He’s gonna shake your soul,
Bottle-neck blues from trench-town, Throttle neck news from downtown.
T.V.’s getting worse, face it to the wall.
Gimmie your view on quicklime, give me the news on primetime.
Show me the most respect, go with the flow get wrecked.
He’s gonna shake your world, he’s gonna take you down,
He’s gonna take you up, He’s gonna shake your soul.
(He’s gonna shake your motherfucking soul.)
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The night was burning, the ground was frozen
Verses: Am/E7
And I met her in the clearing and I said we shouldn’t do this
and I said it wasn’t fitting that we hid it for so long
and in our hearts we knew the danger that we’d have to end it
and all our desires were caught right here in the clearing.
And I hear there’s a train and it rolls on and on
to the midnight pole where we might be safe
and I suggest we take it soon and never come back,
Yes its time we took off or go to sleep on the mountain.
(Chorus: Am/Am+G/F+F#/F/G)
The night was burning, and the ground was frozen,
Singing to me like the icicles forming.
This night it bites, like a Serpent like a rat.
And clear as the heart of a stolen diamond.
How long has it been and you know he’s gonna kill us
and you know he’ll kill your brother and you know he’ll kill the dogs
and he’ll burn down the house and the forest and the mountain
and do you still want to tell him, face to face, eye to eye.
The night was burning, and the ground was frozen,
Singing to me like the icicles forming.
This night it bites, like a Serpent like a rat.
And clear as the heart of a stolen diamond.
Middle 8: G/F
I hear a noise like judgement train,
I hear a noise like the mountain’s falling in,
The night is burning and the ground is frozen,
Looks like we’ve picked, a good night to die.
And now we’re trapped in the attic, and he’s breaking down the door
how long will it last before he breaks us down by law
The smell of forest fire and the smoke on the mountain
The cold night can’t save us so kiss me one more time.
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6. |
Even Lovers Drown
03:37
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Even lovers Drown
Cm/Fm/Cm……G…… Cm/G#/G/Cm(Or Em/Am. Em/C/B)
Cm
Falling from grace he’s a headlong disgrace
Fm
In a town with wall to keep the insane at bay
Cm
He’s a man in a million, with a shit kicker suit,
Fm G
There’s a doctors note and a ticket for the flicks
By the time you read this I’ve studied the abyss
And the strings rise above the Antarctica noon.
Cm
There’s a mother in care who knows that he’s gone
Fm G (2 bars)
There’s a father who left so many years before.
Ch: Cm G# G Cm
And the Devil lift me up and tell me it ain’t so
Cm G# G Cm
All the rivers lead to this that even lovers drown. (x2)
I’ve heard it said he wasn’t made for this time
Should have been a knight or a gladi-ator.
But there’s a place in the park, all alone in the dark
G (2 bars)
Where he’s welcome to stay, like a kid who can play.
Ch: Cm G# G Cm
And the Devil lift me up and tell me it ain’t so
Cm G# G Cm
All the rivers lead to this that even lovers drown. (x2)
(Ride/bass intro 4, guitar 4,V1,V2,Ch,V3,Inst,Ch,Ch.)
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7. |
Walk like Jesus
02:54
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Walk Like Jesus. (Am/D/C/E/Am)
If you can walk like Jesus, With a Judas noose tie,
You might just get to heaven, You won’t ever have to try.
Somewhere dark in this house, yeah, They’re playing Johnny roulette.
Ah-with St Christopher chips, Devil on the wheels of steel.
He’s got a place to himself, she’s going over there now,
With a great big dining room that eats all thirteen.
He’s walking down like Jesus, He’s talking to the girl there.
She doesn’t want to go now, but he can walk like Jesus.
Am C E
Move it, shake it, right on out the door.
Walking like Jesus, right on out the door.
Making me dizzy how fast you’re on the floor.
Walking like Jesus, right on, out the door.
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The Miracle that holds me in its hands. (12 bar in G)
G
I forked the lightning but the lightning didn’t strike
I unleashed the thunder but the thunder never struck.
A thousand crazy horses stampeding on the floor
I bottled up the twister and sent it to your door
C
I poured it down like a giant wall of steam
G
Welcome to my policy of laying bare the land
D C
I’ll send the cyclone home and push it in the ground,
G
I’ll believe the miracle that holds me in its hands.
I’ll wash it out with a reservoir of rain
I’ll damn up the falls and redirect the rapids.
A thousand crazy horses stampeding on the floor
I bottled up the twister and sent it to your door
I tried to keep it all, to store it up for later.
I tried to use it to dash your house of pain.
I’ll send the cyclone home and push it in the ground,
I’ll believe the miracle that holds me in its hands.
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Leading Pilgrims to the water. (Gm/F. Cm/F/A#/A#+)
v-c-v-c-/v-inst/-c-end
I’m counting down the days to zero hour,
You’re falling like a condemned tower,
You want to place a bet on something clever
It’s in you blood it’s in your soul forever.
Leading pilgrims to the water
Help me find that thing you sold
I’m only here to move your stuff
Don’t deal out your let down, Baby
Don’t deal me outta this hand.
Running round like a speeding train,
Not far from a hat full of rain,
This year it’ll all be different maan,
This year we’ll be following the plan
Leading pilgrims to the water
Help me find that thing you sold
I’m only here to move your stuff now
Don’t deal out your let down, Baby
Don’t deal me out of this hand.
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10. |
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Can’t no tombstone
hold my carcass down (in the ground).
(E/G/E/A#/A.....A#/G/E [plucked tremolo strings] ........ E/C/G/B7)
Home is where the heart is, church bells take me home
Intruder at midnight, coming for to disturb the soil
Sent to hell before my time, the air is stale in here
Oh graveyard worker do your toil, I got to see the moon
It’s the witching hour of night, when the earth it yawns
When the moon lights up the field where they lay me down
a shovel scratching in the ground, disturb the soil some more
Oh graveyard worker do your toil, I got to see my girl
E C G B7
Can’t no tombstone hold my carcass down in the ground
I’m a wretched soul with a heart like a hole, tied up and bound
Can’t no tombstone hold my body down in the ground
I’m a wretched soul with a heart like a hole, tied up and bound
Home is where the heart is, church bells take me home
Intruder at midnight, coming for to disturb the soil
Sent to hell before my time, the air is stale in here
Oh graveyard worker do your toil, I got to see my girl
E C G B7
Can’t no tombstone hold my carcass down in the ground
I’m a wretched soul with a heart like a hole, tied up and bound
Can’t no tombstone hold my body down in the ground
I’m a wretched soul with a heart like a hole, tied up and bound
(With harmony)
E C G B7
Can’t no tombstone hold my carcass down in the ground
I’m a wretched soul with a heart like a hole, tied up and bound
Can’t no tombstone hold my body down in the ground
I’m a wretched soul with a heart like a hole, tied up and bound
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11. |
Bewildered
03:48
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Bewildered. Em. Am. B7.
Snow-blind and bewildered,
Where are we walking to?
Across desert of ice and crevasses.
To the pole, to the top of the world,
Where it’s a long way down.
For there are a hundred ways to die,
but you’ve just got to find one way to live.
Bewildered and bedeviled,
What are we talking about?
Oh I’m with you in Rockland,
Where you must feel very strange.
Where it’s a long way.
For there are a hundred ways to die,
but you’ve just got to find one way to live.
Bewildered and bedeviled,
What are we talking about?
Could I be an inventor extraordinaire?
Who has discovered something like the key of love.
Where it’s a long way down.
For there are a hundred ways to die,
but you’ve just got to find one way to live.
Inst.
Snow-blind and bewildered,
Where are we walking to?
Across desert of ice and crevasses.
To the pole, to the top of the world,
Where it’s a long way down.
For there are a hundred ways to die,
but you’ve just got to find one way to live.
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