| | A |
| No tongue in the bell and the fish wives | yell, |
| | E/A | F#m7 | E/F# |
| But | they | might as well be mute. | |
| | D/G | Bm7 |
| So you | get to keep the pictures, | |
| | Cmaj7 | A | E/A |
| That | don't seem like | much. | |
| | F#m | E |
| Cold white | keys under your | fingers, |
| | Amaj7 | G |
| Now you're thinkin', | That's no substitute, | |
| | D/G | Gmaj7 | D |
| | It just don't | do it like the | song |
| | A/D | B | A | G#m7 | F# |
| Of | a warm, warm body lov- | - ing your touch. | | | |
| In the court they carve your legend |
| Long silk stockings on the bedposts of refinement |
| They think you're too raw |
| It's the judgment of the moon and stars |
| | B | A | E/A |
| | Draw yourself a | bath | |
| | G#m7 | F# |
| | Think what you'd like to have | |
| | E/A |
| For supper, or take a | walk |
| | E | D/G |
| A park, A | bridge, A tree, | A river |
| | D | A/D | A |
| Re- | voked, | but not yet | cancelled |
| | G | D/G | Gmaj7 | D | A/D |
| The | gift | goes | on, in | si-lence | |
| | F#m7 | B |
| In a bell | jar, | still the song. |
E---------|
B---------|
G---------|
D-------2-|
A---0-2---|
E-0-------|
E---------|
B---------|
G---------|
D-------2-|
A---0-2---|
E-0-------|
| You've got to shake your fists at lightning now |
| You've got to roar like a forest fire |
| You've got to spread your light like blazes |
| They're gonna aim the hoses on you |
| Show them you won't expire |
| Not till you burn up every passion |
| If you're feeling contempt |
| If you're tired of the silent night |
| Jesus, well, then you yell it |
| Condemned to wires and hammers |
| Strike every chord that you feel |
| That broken trees and elephant ivories conceal |
| A G#m7 F# - A - E/A E |
| Gsus2 A/G - Gsus2 A/G Gsus2 A/G Gsus2 |
