This is how I play the song! Pretty simplified acoustic cover. Suggestions and corrections welcome! E F# x3 [Verse 1] E F# B 'Cause you were always unnoticed E F# B You were always the flame that dies, E F# B Bastard with a flat-top singing, "The Cloud of Unknowing", E F# B Bastard with a flat-top singing, "The flame, oh never ne-ne-ne-ne-never dies." E F# B 'Cause you were always unfocused, E F# B Jinxing the photograph with pain in your eyes. E F# B Bastard with a flat-top singing, "I will wait for your love, I shall wait for your love all days." E F# B Bastard with a casket singing, "I shan't wait for her love, I shan't wait for her love."
[Chorus] E F# 'Cause you were always: C# A saint, a flower in a glove, a night made for the raising of your glass, B The night's going to be a foolin' and a foolin', and still: Judith ain't sure, B C# D# C# To-il aw-ay, pray in the sand, gross out your heart, B The night's gonna be made for the la-la-la, but still: Judith ain't sure. [Verse 2] E F# B You were always unloading, E F# B Soft on the weight of your palm and your hand. E F# B Bastard with a passport to the old destinations, E F# B Bastard with a map of the palm of your hand. E F# B You were always: "Shut him out." E F# B You were always: "Shut, shut him out." E F# B You were always: "Shut him out." E F# B You were always: "Shut him out." [Chorus] E F# You were always: C# Sun, Dash of White Light, a night that has passed, B Has passed into the records of all that the little record keepers fear, B C# D# C# Dear Mary-Anne, Bastard of Light, I swept your flax bang, B I swept into the currents of the river, of the river where Judith ain't sure. E F# You were always man, oh! F# Bbm Ebm x2 F# Bbm F B B x2 [Bridge] F# Oh Man, and it's you, oh it's you: Bbm F B And did you ever ever ever think of a bad idea? Oh man, oh no no no no no no no F# Oh man, it's you, Bbm F B Oh, did you ever think of a bad idea? Ooh nonononono no oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh C# 'Cause the river is bad, the river is cold. B The river is bad, the river is cold. C# The river is bad, the river is cold. B How was the King, was he sad, was he cold? x8 C# The river is bad, the river is cold. x4 C# [Outro] C# Put your hand on my face, row away from the grief-stricken man, Put your trust in my fate, I shall track that abrasive wasteland: Bbm We are richer in love, richer in love, richer in love but you know: C# You just can't have it. Whoa-ho-ho-ho! Man oh no no no no Bbm We are richer in love, we are richer in love, we are richer in love but you know: C# You just can't have it. Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh. B till the end!
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