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I. Shanty for the Arethusa
II. Billy Liar
III. Los Angeles, I'm Yours
IV. The Gymnast, High Above the Ground
V. The Bachelor and the Bride
VI. Song for Myla Goldberg
VII. The Soldiering Life
VIII. Red Right Ankle
IX. The Chimbley Sweep
X. I Was Meant for the Stage
XI. As I Rise
I. Shanty For the Arethusa
Originally tabbed by: lucky69
We set to sail on a packet full of spice, rum and tea-leaves.
We've emptied out all the bars and the Bowery hotels
Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight
Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight
(La da dum dum)
Tell the tale of the Jewess and the mandarin Chinese boy
He led her down from her gilded canopy of cloth.
And through her blindfold she could make out the figures there before her
And how the air was thick with incense, cardamom and myrrh
So goodnight, boys, goodnight
Say goodnight, boys, goodnight
La da dum dum
La da dum dum...
We set to sail on a clipper that's bound for South Australia
The weather's warm there, the natives are dark and nubile.
But if you listen, quiet, you can hear the footsteps on the cross-trees
The ghosts of sailors passed, their spectral bodies clinging to the shrouds.
So goodnight, boys, goodnight
Say goodnight, boys, goodnight
La da dum dum
(x2)
La da dum dum...
II. Billy Liar
Originally tabbed by: Damsk1849
Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets
Staring over at his neighbor's, knickers down.
He's got his knickers down.
So the summer is eternity for you?
Sleeping in until your father's shaking you down
He's shaking you down.
PRE-CHORUS
And the mail room shift gets a real short shrift
As you dole out the packages, no-one seems to want you around
All skulking around.
Let your legs loll on the lino
'Til your sinews spoil
Will you stay here for awhile, dear,
'Til the radio, plays something familiar?
Plays something familiar.
BRIDGE
()
All a-drifting, he's the nogood boyo
Sent a-fishing for a whalebone corset frame
(The only catch all day)
So he sits and lets the current take him
A gentle breeze will leave his pants in disarray
And at his ankles laid.
PRE-CHORUS
As he drifts to sleep with a moan and a weep
He is decked by a Japanese geisha with a garland of pearls
How she twists and twirls!
Let your legs loll on the lino
'Til your sinews spoil
Will you stay here for awhile, dear,
'Til the radio plays something familiar
Plays something familiar
Plays something familiar
Plays something familiar
Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah-da-dah
Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah
REPEAT UNTIL FADE
III. Los Angeles, I'm Yours
Originally tabbed by: JimmyB4403
Cadd2 (x2)
Cadd2 Cadd2
There is a city by the sea, a gentle com - pa - ny,
I don't suppose you want to
Cadd2 Cadd2
And as it tells its sorry tale, in harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
Dmadd2 Fadd2
Its streets and boulevards, orphans and oligarchs it hears
Fadd2 Dmadd2
A plaintive melody, truncated symphony
Fadd2
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore,
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Cadd2 (x4)
Cadd2 Cadd2
Oh ladies pleasant and demure, sallow-cheeked and sure
I can see your undies
Cadd2 Cadd2
And all the boys you drag about, an empty fallow fount
From Saturdays to Mondays
Dmadd2 Fadd2
You hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers down at heel
Fadd2 Dmadd2
This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing
Fadd2
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
Los Angeles my love
BRIDGE
Cadd2 (x2)
Oh what a rush of ripe elan, languor on divans, dalliant and dainty
But oh the smell of burnt cocaine, the dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky
Dmadd2
Oh great calamity, ditch of iniquity and tears
Dmadd2
How I abhor this place, its sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
IV. The Gymnast, High Above The Ground
(x1, then with lyrics)
The gymnast, high above the ground,
Limbers up and falls tender down
Ankles splayed and all tied
The gymnast long has arrived
Lazy, your long sister lays
Waiting out this long light brigade
Prayed for snow a long time
And lately, it long has arrived
Through the tarlatan holes, you've been slipping, been slipping away (la dee dum da)
And the weather will hold, its been ever so, ever so gray (la dee dum da)
And here as we're coming down, we're sounding out, it's a terrible, terrible tide
As it lights upon your eye
But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade, it's a chemical, chemical kind
As it lights upon your eye, lights upon your eye
SOLO
The bosun calls upon the quay
Compass gone, he long has lost his way
To lighthouse shine, to calm tide
The bosun long has arrived
Through the tarlatan holes, you've been slipping, been slipping away (la dee dum da)
And the weather will hold, its been ever so, ever so gray (la dee dum da)
And here as we're coming down, we're sounding out, it's a terrible, terrible tide
As it lights upon your eye
But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade, it's a chemical, chemical kind
As it lights upon your eye, lights upon your eye
(x2)
(x4)
- pril marches on...
V. The Bachelor and The Bride
Originally tabbed by: Unregistered
CAPO 1
There's a wrinkle, in the water
Where we laid our, first daughter
And I think the wind blows so sweetly there, over there
And the windows, and the cinders
And the willows, in the timbers
The infernal rattling of the rain, still remains
But I, said the bachelor to the bride
not waiting for tonight,
No, I, I will box your ears
And leave you here stripped bare
Stripped bare...
Hear the corncrakes, and the deer hooves
And the sleet rain on the slate roof
A medallion locked inside her hands, in her hands
And his fingers, are they telling
Of the barren of her belly
Do his calluses cure her furrowed brow, even now
But I, said the bachelor to the bride
not waiting for tonight,
No, I, I will box your ears
And leave you here stripped bare,
Stripped bare, stripped bare, stripped bare
But I, said the bachelor to the bride
not waiting for tonight,
No, I, I will box your ears
And take your tears
And leave you, leave you here, stripped bare
(x2)
VI. Song for Myla Goldberg
Originally tabbed by: ponyjohn
Myla Goldberg sets a steady hand upon her brow
Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside down
PRE-CHORUS
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
Pretty hands do pretty things when pretty times arise
Seraphim and seaweed swim where stick-limbed Myla lies
PRE-CHORUS
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
Still know you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen
To spell out "Eliza"
We begin with sticky shins, make sticky then our shoes
Shoes beget to clothes and hat until sticky's sticking too
PRE-CHORUS
Finiculi finicula finiculi finicula
Finiculi finicula finiculi finicula
Finiculi finicula finiculi finicula
Finiculi finicula finiculi finicula
Listen in as shin-kicked Jim relates his story sad
About a boy who kicked until his shins were all but rubber bands
BRIDGE
But now
I know New York, I need New York
I know I need unique New York
I know New York, I need New York
I know I need unique New York
Still know you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen
To spell out "Eliza"
Eliza, Eliza, Eliza
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around
VII. The Soldiering Life
Ambling madly all over the town
The call to arms you likened to a whisper
I likened to a radio.
You were a brickbat, a Bowery tough,
So rough they culled you from a cartoon.
Pulled out of your pantaloons.
But you, my brother in arms,
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs than let you come to harm.
But you, my bombazine doll
The bullets may singe your skin and the mortars may fall.
But I have never felt so much light
Than tonight, huddled in the trenches,
Gazing on the battlefield.
Our rifles blaze away.
We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh
Corporal Bradley of regiment five
In proud array, standing by the bathing
Soldiers and the stevedores.
We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep
Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civies
Cradled in our dungarees.
But you, my brother in arms,
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs than let you come to harm.
But you, my bombazine doll
The bullets may singe your skin and the mortars may fall.
But I have never felt so much light
Than tonight, huddled in the trenches,
Gazing on the battlefield.
Our rifles blaze away.
We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh
We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh
We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh Oh
We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh
VIII. Red Right Ankle
Originally tabbed by: JimmyB4430
CAPO 5
( )x4
This is the story of your red right ankle,
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle bone and sinews tangled,
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered, oh, adhere to me,
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been,
We together make a limb
This is the story of your red right ankle
This is the story of your gypsy uncle,
You never knew 'cause he was dead
And how his face was carved and ripped with wrinkles,
In the picture in your head
And remember how you found the key,
A
To his hideout in the Pyrenees
But you wanted to keep his secret safe,
So you threw the key away
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
BRIDGE
(x2)
This is the story of the boys who loved you,
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you,
And some just laid around in bed
And had crumbled you straight to your knees,
Did it cruel did it tenderly
And some had crawled their way into your heart,
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle
IX. The Chimbley Sweep
Originally tabbed by: khabok
CAPO 4
I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet
Upon the rooftops in dead of night
You'll hear me cry, I'll shake you from your sleep
To hear me weep
"Your day will come indeed
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley chimbley sweep."
I am an orphan, an orphan boy
I've known no love, I've seen no mother's joy
A dirty doorstep my cradle laid
My fortune's made: I'll shake you from your sleep
To hear me weep
"Your day will come indeed.
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
chimbley, chimbley sweep."
"O lonely urchin!" the widow cried
"I've not been swept since the day my husband died."
Her cheeks a blushing, her legs laid bare
And shipwrecked there I'll shake you from your sleep
To hear me weep
"Your day will come indeed.
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley chimbley sweep."
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley chimbley sweep."
X. I Was Meant For The Stage
Originally tabbed by: fruitloof
I was meant for the stage,
I was meant for the curtain.
I was meant to tread these boards,
Of this much I am certain.
I was meant for the crowd,
I was meant for the shouting.
I was meant to raise these hands
With quiet all about me. oh, oh.
Mother, please, be proud.
Father, be forgiving.
Even though you told me 'Son,
You'll never make a living.' oh, oh.
From the floorboards to the fly,
Here I was fated to reside.
And as I take my final bow,
Was there ever any doubt?
And as the spotlights fade away,
And you're escorted through the foyer,
You will resume your callow ways,
But I was meant for the stage.
The heaven's at my door.
Intended my for stardom.
Rays of light shined down on me
And all my sins were pardoned.
I was meant for applause.
I was meant for derision.
Nothing short of faded self has
Affected my decision. oh, oh.
From the floorboards to the fly,
Here I was fated to reside.
And as I take my final bow,
Was there ever any doubt?
And as the spotlights fade away,
And you're escorted through the foyer,
You will resume your callow ways,
But I was meant for the stage.
XI. As I Rise
I have come a few miles.
I got blisters on my slippered feet
As I rise, as I ri-ise.
California's ok.
But I think I might stay in the shade
For a while, for a whi-ile.
Ladybug, ladybird
You're the prettiest song I heard
In a while, in a whi-ile.
La di dah, la dah, la di dah dah dah la dah, la la la, la dah dah-ah
END OF HER MAJESTY THE DECEMBERISTS
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