| C | F | C | F | C | F | C |
| C | F | C | |
| We must ta | lk in every telephone Get ea | ten off th | e web |
| C | F | G | |
| We must ri | p out all the epilogues in the | books that we have re | ad |
| C | F | |
| And i | n the face of every criminal Stra | pped firmly to a chair |
| C | G | C | |
| We mu | st stare, we mus | t stare, we mus | t stare |
| C | F | C | |
| We must | take all of the medicines too ex | pensive now t | o sell |
| C | F | G | |
| Set f | ire to the preacher who is | promising us h | ell |
| C | F | |
| And in | the ear of every anarchist th | at sleeps but doesn't dream |
| C | G | C | |
| We mu | st sing, we must s | ing, we must s | ing |
| It'll go like this: |
| F | G | |
| Whil | e my mother | waters plants |
| C | F | |
| My fath | er loads his gu | ns |
| F | G | |
| He says d | eath will give us | back to god |
| Am | F | G | |
| Just li | ke this setting s | un is | returned to this lonesome ocean |
| C | F | C | F | |
| And then they splashed into the deep blue | se | a |
| C | F | G | C | F | C | C | G | C | |
| I | t was a | wonderful | splash |
| C | F | C | |
| We must bl | end into the choir Sing | ecstatic with the | whole |
| C | F | G | |
| We must mem | orize nine numbers and de | ny we have a s | oul |
| C | F | |
| And in this en | dless race for property and | privilege to be one |
| C | G | C | |
| We m | ust run, we mu | st run, we m | ust run |
| C | F | C | |
| We must ha | ng up in the belfry where the b | ats and moonlight l | augh |
| C | F | G | |
| We must s | tare into a crystal ball and | only see the | past |
| C | F | |
| And in th | e caverns of tomorrow With just our flashli | ghts and our love |
| C | G | C | |
| We must p | lunge, we mu | st plunge, we mus | t plunge |
| C | |
| And then we'll get down there to the very bottom of everything |
| And we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it |
| F | G | C | F | |
| Oh my | mornings coming b | ack The wh | ole world's wakin | g up |
| F | G | Am | F | |
| In t | he city buses are | swimming past | I'm happy jus | t because |
| G | C | F | C | |
| I | found out I'm really no one |
| We Are Nowhere and It's Now |
| Capo 2 |
| G | Bm | Em | D | G | Bm | Em | D |
| (play this if you dont have a capo: A C# F# Em A C# F# Em) |
| G | Bm | Em | D | G | Bm | Em | D | |
| If you hate the | taste of | wine | , why do you d | rink it | till your | blin | d |
| G | Bm | C | D | Em | |
| And if | you swear | that there's no | truth and who | cares, how come you | say it |
| D | |
| like you're ri | ght |
| G | Bm | Em | D | G | Bm | Em | D | |
| Why are yo | u scared to d | ream o | f Go | d, when it's s | alvation | that you | want |
| G | Bm | C | D | Em | |
| You see, s | tars that | clear have | been dead for | years, but the i | dea just lives |
| D | |
| on |
| G | Bm | Em | D | G | Bm | Em | D | |
| In our wheels th | at roll a | roun | d, as we move o | ver the | grou | nd |
| G | Bm | C | D | Em | D | |
| and all | day it se | ems we've been | in betwe | en, a pa | st and future to | wn |
| Em | D | |
| We are | nowhere and it's no | w |
| Em | D | |
| We are | nowhere and it's no | w |
| C | D | |
| In like | a ten minute dream in the | passenger seat |
| G | D | Emm | |
| While the world wa | s flying by |
| Emm | D | |
| I h | aven't been gone very l | ong but it seems like a lifetime |
| G | Em | G | Bm | G | Em | G | Bm | D |
| Am | D | |
| I been sleeping so | strange at night |
| Am | D | |
| Side effects they don't a | dvertise |
| Am | D | |
| I been sleeping so | strange |
| Am | D | |
| With a head full of pe | sticide |
| G | Bm | Em | D | G | Bm | Em | D |
| G | Bm | Em | D | G | Bm | Em | D | |
| I got no plans a | nd too mu | ch t | ime, I feel | to rest | less to un | wind |
| G | Bm | C | D | Em | D | |
| I'm alw | ays lost i | n thought a | s i walk the bl | ock to my favo | rite neon-s | ign |
| G | Bm | Em | D | G | Bm | Em | D | |
| Where the waitre | ss looks conc | erne | d, but s | he never | says a w | ord |
| G | Bm | C | D | Em | D | |
| Just tu | rns the ju | kebox on an | d we hum alo | ng and i smi | le back at h | er |
| G | Bm | Em | D | G | Bm | Em | D | |
| And my friend co | mes after | wor | k, when the fe | atures s | tarts to b | lurr |
| G | Bm | C | D | |
| She say | s: "These | bars are fi | lled with things tha | t kill, but now you |
| Em | D | |
| p | robably should have le | arned" |
| Em | D | |
| Did you fo | rget that yellow | bird? |
| Em | D | |
| How could you fo | rget that yell | ow bird |
| C | D | |
| S | he took a small silverese and pinned | it on to me, |
| G | D | Em | |
| and said | this one will | bring you | luck |
| Em | D | |
| I don't | know if it's true, but i | keep it for good luck |
| G | Em | G | Bm | G | Em | G | Bm |
| Old Soul Song (For The New World) |
| D | Bm | G | A | D | D | Bm | G | A | D |
| D Dsus(000230) Bm |
| Grey like new day leaks through the window |
| G | A | D | |
| and some old | song comes on the | alarm clock | radio. |
| D | Dsus | Bm | |
| We | walk the forty blocks to the midd | le |
| G | A | D | |
| of the p | lace we heard where ev | erything woul | d be |
| G | A | D | |
| and there were b | arracades to ke | ep us off the s | treet, |
| Bm | G | Em | A | |
| but the | crowd kept pushing f | orward unt | il they swallowed the pol | ice. |
| Em | G | |
| Yeah, they went | wild yeah, they went w | ild. |
| Em | G | |
| Yeah, they went | wild yeah, they went w | ild. |
| D | Bm | G | A | D | D | Bm | G | A | D |
| D | Dsus | Bm | |
| We | le | ft before the dust had time to se | ttle |
| G | A | D | |
| and all the b | roken glass s | wept off the av | enue. |
| D | Dsus | Bm | |
| On the w | ay | home I held your camera like a bibl | e, |
| G | A | D | |
| wishing s | o bad that it hel | d some kind of tr | uth. |
| G | A | D | |
| And I stood ne | rvous next to yo | u in the da | rk room, |
| Bm | G | Em | A | |
| you dropped the | paper in the w | ater and it | all begins to | bloom. |
| Em | G | |
| Yeah, they went w | ild yeah, they went wi | ld. |
| Em | G | |
| Yeah, they went w | ild yeah, they went wi | ld. |
| D | G | Bm | Em | A | D | G | Bm | Em | A |
| G | A | D | |
| Just wh | en I get so lon | esome I can't s | peak, |
| Bm | G | Em | A | |
| I see some f | lowers on a h | ill side, like a w | all of new | TVs. |
| Em | G | |
| Yeah, they went w | ild. yeah, they went | wild. |
| Em | G | |
| Yeah, they went | wild. yeah, they went w | ild. |
| D | Em | |
| Yeah, they went wi | ld. yeah, they went | wild. |
| G | Em | |
| Yeah, they went w | ild. yeah, they went | wild. |
| Lua |
| G | G2 | G | G2 | C | C2 | C | C2 | |
| well i | know that i | t is freezing but i th | ink we h | ave to walk |
| G | G2 | G | G2 | C | C2 | C | C2 | |
| I keep | waving to the | taxis they keep tur | ning the | ir lights o | ff |
| Am | D | Dsus2 | D | Dsus2 | |
| but | julie knows a party at some actor's westside | loft |
| Am | C | Am | D | G | G2 | G | G2 | |
| supplies are | endless in the | evening by | the morni | ng they'l | l be | gone |
| G | G2 | G | G2 | C | C2 | C | C2 | |
| When eve | rything gets lone | ly I can | be my o | wn best fri | en | d |
| G | G2 | G | G2 | C | C2 | C | C2 | |
| I'l | l grab a coffee a | nd the p | aper; ha | ve my own c | on | ver | sa | tions |
| Am | D | Dsus2 | D | Dsus2 | |
| Wit | h the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window r | eflect | ion |
| Am | C | Am | D | G | G2 | G | G2 | |
| The mask I p | olish in the ev | ening, by | the morni | ng looks | like | shit |
| Am7(002213) G |
| and i know you have a heavy heart i can feel it when we kiss |
| Am7 G Dsus(000230) |
| and many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out tryin to lift it |
| Am | Em | G | D | C | |
| but | me im not a ga | mble you can | count on | me to spli | t |
| Am | C | Am | D | G | G2 | G | G2 | |
| the love i | show you in the | evening by the morn | ing won' | t exi | st |
| G | G2 | G | G2 | C | C2 | C2 | |
| You're looking sk | inn | y like a model with your eyes | al | l painted | b | lac | k |
| G | G2 | G | G2 | C | C2 | C2 | |
| You just keep goi | ng | to the bathroom always say yo | u'l | l be righ | t | bac | k |
| Am | D | Dsus2 | D | Dsus2 | |
| Wel | l it takes one to know one, kid, I think you'v | e got | it bad |
| Am | C | Am | D | G | G2 | G | G2 | |
| But what's s | o easy in the e | vening, by | the morn | ing is su | ch a | drag | . |
| G | G2 | G | G2 | C | C2 | C2 | |
| I've got a flask | ins | ide my pocket we can share it | on | the trai | n |
| G | G2 | G | G2 | C | C2 | C2 | |
| If you promise to | st | ay conscious I will try and d | o t | he same |
| Am | D | Dsus2 | D | Dsus2 | |
| We | might die from medication, but we sure killed | all th | e pain |
| Am | C | Am | D | G | G2 | G | G2 | |
| But what was | normally in th | e evening, by th | e morning see | ms in | sane. |
| Am7 | G | |
| And I'm | not sure what the trouble was that s | tarted all of this |
| Am7 G Dsus(000232) |
| The reasons have run away but the feeling never did |
| Am | Em | G | D | C | |
| It's not some | thing I would r | ecommend, bu | t it is o | ne way to l | ive |
| Am | C | Am | D | G | G2 | G | G2 | |
| Cause what is | simple in the m | oonlight, by | the mor | ning never | is |
| Am | C | Am | D | Em | |
| What's so | simple in the mo | onlight, now its | so compl | icated | . |
| Am | C | Am | C | G | |
| What's so | simple in the moon | light, so simpl | e in the mo | onlight |
| Trail Under Water |
| Capo 4 |
| A |
| A | E | |
| You were | born inside of a | raindrop |
| D | A | |
| I watched you | falling to your d | eath |
| A | E | |
| And the su | n, well it could not | save you |
| D | A | |
| It'd fallen | down too, the streets ar | e wet |
| A | E | |
| Body of wa | ter, toxic and t | imeless |
| D | A | |
| The Atlantic | ocean, New York | skyline |
| A | E | |
| I always get l | ost when I leave the | village |
| D | A | |
| So I couldn't com | e meet you in Brooklyn l | ast night |
| A | E | |
| But I sing | glory for my l | owest |
| D | E | |
| And I will say pe | ace to the people | at me |
| A | E | |
| While the w | orld waits for an e | xplosion |
| D | A | |
| That instant of life | that wipes that slat | e clean |
| F# | E | |
| So | don't be fo | oled |
| F# | E | |
| So | don't be li | ed to |
| C# | F# | B | E | |
| Lov | e was | always | cr | uel |
| F# | E | |
| Do | n't act stra | nge |
| F# | E | |
| Don | 't be a str | anger |
| C# | F# | B | E | |
| It | happe | ned to | me | , now it's happening to you |
| D | |
| But if you take that tr | ain underwater then we could talk it through |
| A | E | D | A | A | E | D | A |
| A | E | |
| Well if I could ta | me all of my d | esires |
| D | A | |
| Wait out the | weather that howls in m | y brain |
| A | E | |
| Because it s | eems that it's always | changing |
| D | A | |
| The wind's ind | ecision, the sorrowf | ul rain |
| A | E | |
| I was a pos | tcard, I was a rec | ord |
| D | A | |
| I was a cam | era until I went | blind |
| A | E | |
| Now I'm r | iding all over this i | sland |
| D | E | |
| Looking for so | mething to open my | eyes |
| A | E | |
| Well we still sing | glory from a hi | ghrise |
| D | A | |
| And I will say t | hanks if you're pouring my d | rinks |
| A | E | |
| While the wo | rld waits for an | explosion |
| D | A | |
| That moment in t | ime when we are set f | ree |
| F# | E | |
| So d | on't stay | mad |
| F# | E | |
| Jus | t let some | time pass |
| C# | F# | B | E | |
| And i | n the | morn | ing | you'll wake feeling new |
| F# | E | |
| And | if I d | on't come back |
| F# | E | |
| I m | ean, if I get | sidetracked |
| C# | F# | B | E | |
| It's | only ' | caus | e I | wanted to |
| D | |
| Keeping up | with the moon on an all night avenue |
| A | E | D | A |
| First Day of my Life |
| Intro: |
| C E Am F G C x2(Pick) |
| C | E | Am | |
| This is the fi | rst day of my li | fe |
| F | G | C | |
| Swear I was bo | rn right in the do | orway |
| C | E | Am | |
| I went out in the ra | in, suddenly everything ch | anged |
| D7(000212) G |
| They're spreading blankets on the beach |
| C | E | Am | |
| Yours is the fi | rst face that I sa | w |
| F | G | C | |
| Think I was bl | ind before I me | t you |
| C | E | Am | |
| Don't know where I am | , don't know where I've | been |
| D7 | G | |
| But I know wh | ere I want to go |
| C | G | Am | |
| So | I thought I' | d let yo | u know |
| F | G | |
| That thes | e things take f | orever |
| C | C/B | Am | |
| I | especi | ally a | m slow |
| D2(003230) C |
| But I realized how I need you and I wondered if I could come home |
| C G Am D2(003230) F2(006560) F?(006568) |
| C | E | Am | |
| I remember the ti | me you drove all ni | ght |
| F | G | C | |
| Just to me | et me in the mo | rning |
| C | E | Am | |
| I thought it was st | range, you said everything ch | anged |
| D7 | G | |
| You felt a | s if you'd just wok | e up |
| C | E | Am | |
| And you sai | d, "This is th | e first day of m | y life. |
| F | G | C | |
| I'm glad I didn't di | e before I me | t you. |
| C | E | Am | |
| Now I don't ca | re, I could go anywh | ere with you, |
| D7 | G | |
| And I' | d probably be | happy." |
| C | G | Am | |
| So if yo | u want t | o be wit | h me |
| F | G | |
| With thes | e things there's n | o telling |
| C | C/B | Am | |
| We'll jus | t have t | o wait an | d see |
| D2 | C | |
| But I'd rather b | e working for a paycheck than waiting to win the | lottery |
| D2 | C | |
| Besides, m | aybe this time its different, I mean I really think you | like me |
| E Am D2 F2 F? C E Am D2 F2 F? C |
| Another Travelin Song |
| Intro |
| B |
| B | E | |
| i | 'm changin all my strings i'm gonna write another travelin' song |
| B | F# | |
| about all | the million highways and the cities at the break of dawn |
| B | E | |
| i guess the best th | at i can do now is pretend that i done nothin wrong |
| F# | E | B | |
| and to dream ab | out a train thats gonna take back where | i belong |
| B | E | |
| The ocean s | peaks and spits and I can feel it from the interstate. |
| B | F# | |
| and I'm sc | reaming my brother on a cell phone, he is far away. |
| B | E | |
| I'm saying nothing | in the past or the future ever will feel like today. |
| F# | E | B | |
| I tell him park | it in the alley and just hoping that o | ur shit is safe. |
| E | B | |
| So I go ba | ck and forth forever |
| E | B | |
| All my thou | ghts they come in pairs |
| E | F# | |
| Oh, I will, | I won't, I doubt, I don' | t |
| C#m | E | F# | B | |
| I'm not | surprised, and I never feel quit | e prep | ared |
| Now I'm hunched over a typewriter, I guess you'd call it painting in a cave. |
| And there's a word I can't remember and a feeling I cannot forsake. |
| And now my ashtray's overflowing, I'm still staring at a clean, white page. |
| F# | E | B | |
| The morning's at my | window and she's sending me to bed again. |
| B | E | |
| Well I dreame | d of dark on the horizon, I dreamed of desert where the | dead lay down. |
| B | F# | |
| I dreamed a prosti | tuted child touching an old man in a fast food crowd. |
| B | E | |
| Oh yeah I dreamt th | e ship was sinking there were people screaming all around |
| F# | E | B | |
| and I awoke to | my alarm clock, it was a pop song, it w | as playing loud. |
| E | B | |
| So I wi | ll find my fears and face the | m, |
| E | B | |
| Or I will | cower like a dog. |
| E | F# | |
| I'll kick and | scream or kneel in glee, |
| C# | E | F# | B | |
| I'll f | ight like hell to hide that I'm | givi | ng up! |
| B | B | B | B |
| Landlock Blues |
| Capo 3 |
| C | G | C | |
| If you | walk away, | I'll walk awa | y |
| C | G | C | |
| First tel | l me which roa | d you will take |
| Am | G | C | Am | |
| I don't | want to risk o | ur paths crossing | some day |
| C | G | C | |
| So you wa | lk that way, I'll | walk this way |
| C | G | C | |
| And the | future ha | ngs over our h | eads |
| C | G | C | |
| And it mo | ves with each | current event |
| Am | G | C | Am | |
| Until i | t falls all aro | und like a cold st | eady rain |
| C | G | C | |
| Just stay | in when it's loo | king this way |
| C | G | C | |
| And the m | oon's laying low | in the sky |
| C | G | C | |
| Forcing e | verything metal t | o shine |
| Am | G | C | Am | |
| And the | sidewalk holds | diamonds like the | jewelry sto | re case |
| C | G | C | |
| They argu | e walk this way, | now walk this way |
| C | G | C | |
| And Lau | ra's aslee | p in my bed |
| C | G | C | |
| As I'm le | aving she wake | s up and says |
| Am | G | C | Am | |
| "I drea | med you were ca | rried away on the | crest of a w | ave |
| C | G | C | |
| Baby don' | t go away, com | e here" |
| C | G | C | |
| And there | 's kids playin | g guns in the stre | et |
| C | G | C | |
| And ones | pointing his t | ree branch at me |
| Am | G | C | Am | |
| So I pu | t my hands up I | say "enough is en | ough, |
| C | G | C | |
| If you wa | lk away, I'll | walk away" |
| And he shot me dead |
| Am | G | C | |
| I | found a li | quid cure |
| Am | G | C | |
| From | my landlocked b | lues |
| F | G | C | Am | |
| It'll pass | away like a | slow par | ade |
| C | G | C | |
| It's leaving | but I don't know ho | w soon |
| C | G | C | C | G | C | Am | G | C | Am | C | G | C |
| C | G | C | |
| And the world | 's got me dizzy | again |
| C | G | C | |
| You think after | 22 years I'd be u | sed to the spin |
| Am | G | C | Am | |
| And it on | ly feels worse | when I stay in | one place |
| C | G | C | |
| So I'm always p | acing around or walki | ng away |
| I keep drinking the ink from my pen |
| And I'm balancing history books up on my head |
| But it all boils down to one quotable phrase |
| If you love something, give it away |
| A good woman will pick you apart |
| A box full of suggestions for your possible heart |
| But you may be offended and you may be afraid |
| But don't walk away, don't walk away |
| We made love on the living room floor |
| With the noise in background of a televised war |
| And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say |
| "If we walk away, they'll walk away" |
| But greed is a bottomless pit |
| And our freedom's a joke |
| We're just taking a piss |
| And the whole world must watch the sad comic display |
| If you're still free start running away |
| Cause we're coming for you! |
| C | G | C | C | G | C | Am | G | C | Am | C | G | C |
| I've grown tired of holding this post |
| I feel more like a stranger each time I come home |
| So I'm making a deal with the devils of faith |
| Saying "let me walk away, please" |
| You'll be free child once you have died |
| From the shackles of language and immeasurable time |
| And then we can trade places, play musical grace |
| Till then walk away, walk away |
| Am | G | C | |
| S | o I'm u | p at daw | n |
| Am | G | C | |
| Putt | ing on my | shoes |
| F | G | C | Am | |
| I just wan | t to make a | clean esc | ape |
| C | G | C | |
| I'm leaving | but I don't know | where to |
| C | G | C | |
| I know I'm | leaving but I don' | t know where to |
| Poison Oak |
| A Dsus3(000230) or (000220) A Dsus3 |
| A | Dsus3 | |
| poi | son oak some boyho | od bravery |
| A | Dsus3 | |
| when a telephone | was a tin can on a | string |
| F#/A(202220) E |
| and i fell asleep with you still talking to me |
| A | Dsus3 | A | Dsus3 | |
| you s | aid you weren't afrai | d to die |
| A | Dsus3 | |
| in polaroids yo | u were dressed in womans clo | thes |
| A | |
| were you m | ade ashamed? |
| Dsus3 | |
| why'd you lock them in the | drawer? |
| F#/A | E | |
| well i don | 't think that i ever loved you than wh | en |
| A | |
| you turned away |
| Dsus3 | |
| when you | slammed the door |
| Fm7(200230) |
| when you stole the car |
| Em7(020230) |
| drove towards mexico |
| A | |
| and you wrote | bad checks |
| Dsus3 | |
| just to fill yo | ur arm |
| Fm7 | |
| i was young enoug | h |
| Em7 | |
| i still believed | in war |
| A | Fm7 | A | Fm7 |
| E Fm7(200230) |
| but let the poets cry themselves to sleep |
| E | Fm7 | |
| an a | ll there tearful words will turn back into s | team |
| A | Dsus3 | |
| me i'm a single | cell on the serpents tongue |
| Fm7 | Em7 | |
| theres a mud | dy field where the garden wa | s |
| A | |
| well im glad | you got away |
| Dsus3 | |
| but i'm still st | uck out here |
| Fm7 | |
| my clothes are | soaking wet |
| Em7 | |
| from your b | rothers tears |
| A | Fm7 | A | Fm7 |
| E | Fm7 | |
| and i neve | r thought this life was possi | ble |
| E | |
| your the yellow | bird |
| Fm7 | |
| that i've been waiting f | or |
| A | |
| the end of paralys | is |
| D | |
| i was a statuette |
| Fm7 | |
| now i'm drunk as h | ell |
| Em7 | |
| on a piano benc | h |
| A | |
| and when i | press the keys |
| D | |
| its all gets rever | sed |
| Fm7 | |
| the sound of | loneliness |
| Em7 | |
| makes me happ | ier |
| A | Fm7 | A | Fm7 |
| Road to Joy |
| Capo 1 |
| Intro |
| C |
| Verses: |
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| The sun came up with no conclusion |
| It's flowers sleeping in their beds |
| The cities cometary's humming |
| I'm wide-awake, it's morning |
| I have my drugs, I have my woman |
| They keep away my loneliness |
| My parents have they have their religion |
| But sleep in separate houses |
| Em | Am | |
| I read th | e body count out of the paper |
| F | G | C | |
| And now it | 's written all | over my face |
| Em | Am | |
| No one ev | er plans to sleep out in the gutter |
| F | G | C | |
| Sometimes | that's just the most comf | ortable place |
| So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing Everyday up on the clock |
| My mind races with all my longings But cant keep up with what I got |
| I hope I don't sound too ungrateful What history gave modern man |
| The telephone to talk to strangers Machine guns and the camera lens |
| Em | Am | |
| So when you're aske | d to fight a war that's over nothing |
| F | G | C | |
| It's best t | o join the side that | 's gonna win |
| Em | Am | |
| And no one's sure ho | w all of this got started |
| F | G | C | |
| But we're gonna | make them goddam certain how | its gonna end |
| C | |
| Oh ya we will, | oh ya we will! |
| C | |
| Well I could have been a famous singer |
| If I had someone else's voice |
| But failure's always sounded better C C C C |
| Lets fuck it up boys, make some noise! |
| The sun came up with no conclusion |
| It's flowers sleeping in their beds |
| The cities cometary's humming |
| I'm wide-awake, it's morning |
| C | C | C | C | C | C | C |