| D | |
| And so the st | ory goes they wore the clothes |
| D | Em | A | |
| They said the | things to make it seem imp | robable |
| D | D | Em | A | |
| The whale of | a lie like they hope it | was |
| D | |
| And the G | oodmen of Tomorrow |
| D | |
| Had | their feet in the wallow |
| Em | |
| And thei | r heads of Brawn, were nicer shorn |
| A | D | D | |
| And h | ow they bought their positions with sacc | harin and trust. |
| Em | A | D | D | |
| The world | was asleep to our laten | t fuss. |
| Em | |
| Sighing the swirl through the streets |
| A | |
| Like the | crust of the sun |
| Bm | |
| The Bewlay Brothers |
| A | |
| in our Wi | ngs that Bark |
| G | |
| Flashing t | eeth of Brass |
| F# | |
| Standing t | all in the dark |
| Em | |
| Oh, We were G | one----- |
| G | |
| Hanging out with your Dw | arf Men |
| Em | |
| We were so turned | on |
| G | |
| By your lack of Co | nclusions |
| D | D | Em | A7 | |
| I was Stone and he was Wax |
| So he could scream and still relax, unbelievable |
| And we frightened the small children away |
| And our talk was old and dust would flow |
| Thru our veins and Lo! it was midnight |
| Back o' the kitchen door |
| Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor |
| And the solid book we wrote |
| Cannot be found today |
| It was stalking time for the Moonboys |
| The Bewlay Brothers |
| With our backs on the arch |
| In the Devil-may-be-here |
| But He can't sing above that |
| Oh, We were Gone |
| Real Cool Traders |
| We were so Turned On |
| You thought we were Fakers |
| D | D | Em | A7 | |
| Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned |
| the Factor Max that proved the fact |
| is melted down, |
| And woven on the edging of my pillow |
| Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks |
| He could be dead. He could be not, |
| He could be You. |
| He's Camelian, comedian Corinthian and Caricature |
| "Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky" |
| The Bewlay Brothers |
| In the feeble and the Bad |
| The Bewlay Brothers |
| In the Blessed and Cold |
| In the Crutch-hungry dark |
| Was where we flayed our Mark |
| Oh, We were Gone |
| Kings of Oblivion |
| We were so Turned On |
| In the Mind-Warp Pavilion |
| Bm | A | |
| Lay me Place and | bake me Pie |
| G | Em | |
| I'm st | arving for me Gr | avy |
| Bm | A | |
| Leave my shoes, and do | or unlocked |
| G | Em | |
| I mi | ght just slip aw | ay |
| F | |
| Just for the D | ay, Hey! (Repeat last 2 lines into fade) |
| Bm | |
| Please come A | way, Hey! |
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| Edwin Ostrin University of Texas at Austin |
| Hofstadter's Law : It always takes longer than you expect, even when |
| you take into account Hofstadter's Law. |
| -- Douglas Hofstadter, _Godel,_Escher,_Bach_ |
| -- |
More or less correct version here - http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Backstage/3020/Hunky.html#Bewlay
Problems with this version -
- first verse, third line - doesn't go to D till the word "hope"
- Oh we were G[Asus-d to A]one should be G[Em/A]one
- chords for outro ("lay me place...") should be Bm - C5 - F - Bm (then Bm - F on the "Please come away/Just for today" fade)
- Little riff that gets played 2x at intro, 1x between verses:
|2--2--2-3-2--------0--0-0--0--0--0--0-|
|3--3--------3------0--0-0--2--2--2--2-|
|2--2---------------0--0-0--0--0--0--0-|
|0--0---------------2-------2--2--2--2-|
|-------------------2-------0--0-------|
|---------------0---0------------------|
The end of that is more like strumming around the high strings on A7 - get the rhythm from the recording.
- outside this riff, the [A]s in this version of the tab can be swapped for [A7]s. I like to play it as mostly A7, throwing an A in here or there to make a line sound stronger & less wistful.