Tabs
Heartbeat and Sails By Augie March Tabbed by Jucko Nb. In order to squeeze the lyrics in below the picking patters, more or less to help as a guide to where you are in the song, I?ve not included every single word (see ?....? in lieu of full sentences). The complete lyrics have been included below the tab. Chord shapes for picking patterns: Badd4 E/G# E5/A#F#7F#7
Abm7Abm7 Emaj7/Ab F#7*
E5/A# Badd4BB |-------2--------2--------0--------0--------0--------0--------0-2-| |----0--------0--------0--------0--------0--------0--------0----4-| |-1--------1--------3--------3--------1--------1--------3-------4-| |---------------------------------------------------------------4-| |---------------------------------------------------------------2-| |-----------------------------------------------------------------| Money not flesh.. happiness but this which makes me sing End Lyrics in full: Verse 1 Scoop my brains and let my heart have action In its thousand million lots, In the dumb city dawn I am senseless and drawn to the sun as the blackbirds and the toppyknots. Chorus 1 And in biting down on the great foam world What is the looming thing? Not money, not flesh, not happiness, But this, which makes me sing. Verse 2 O scoop my brains and let my heart have action In its thousand million lots, And feel the subterranean movement a fraction and deep under ocean, the celibate rocks. Chorus 2 Has it borne me down? Has it run me through? If I give it a name do I contract it too? More likely this thing has been growing in me, Like I have grown in you. Verse 3 Scoop my brains and let my heart have action In its thousand million lots, In the dumb city dawn we dispense with the forlorn beasts that we were in the night, grown lean on love. Chorus 3/Outro
A augmentedA love which will pierce and callous and tumesce, O upon the birth oath the morbid bloom Is a child's sense of impending doom in a womb that is ambushed, in a womb that is ambushed. In biting down on the great foam world, What is the looming thing? Not money, not flesh, not happiness, But this, which makes me sing. Not money, not flesh, not happiness, But this, which makes me sing.
