Chords
The Bewlay Brothers

Key: D

Introduction: D    D    Em    A7    

difficulty
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                                  D  
And so the story goes they wore the clothes
                                  D                                                                    Em                      A  
They said the things to make it seem improbable
                                        D                                                                  Em    A7  
The whale of a lie like they hope it was
                        D  
And the Goodmen of Tomorrow
          D  
Had their feet in the wallow
                     Em  
And their heads of Brawn, were nicer shorn
             A                                                                                                      D  
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust.
                        Em                                                         A                            D  
The world was asleep to our latent fuss.
Em  
Sighing the swirl through the streets
                        A  
Like the crust of the sun
Bm  
The Bewlay Brothers
                        A  
in our Wings that Bark
                          G  
Flashing teeth of Brass
                          F#  
Standing tall in the dark
                                                                G  
Hanging out with your Dwarf Men
                          G/F#            Em  
We were so    turned on
                                                C  
By your lack of Conclusions
D     A7  
                                  D  
I was Stone and he was Wax
                                  D                                                         Em                                 A  
So he could scream and still relax, unbelievable
                                                                          D                                 Em    A  
And we frightened the small children away
                        D  
And our talk was old and dust would flow
          D  
Thru our veins and Lo! it was midnight
                     Em  
Back o' the kitchen door
             A                                                            D  
Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor
                        Em  
And the solid book we wrote
  A                                                      D  
Cannot be found today
                                Em                                                    A  
And it was stalking time for the Moonboys
Bm  
The Bewlay Brothers
                        A  
With our backs on the arch
                          G  
In the Devil-may-be-here
                          F#  
But He can't sing above that
                                  A  
Oh, We were Gone
                                        G  
Real Cool Traders
                          G/F#              Em  
We were so      Turned On
                                                C  
You thought we were Fakers
D     A7  
                                  D  
Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
                                  D                                                         Em                      A  
the Factor Max that proved the fact is melted down,
                                D                                                          Em  A  
And woven on the edging of my pillow
                        D  
Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks
          D  
He could be dead.    He could be not,
                     Em  
He could be You.
             A                                                                                                      D  
He's Camelian, comedian Corinthian and Caricature
                        Em                                 A                                                    D  
"Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky" The Bewlay Brothers
                        Em                              A  
In the feeble and the Bad
Bm  
The Bewlay Brothers
                        A  
In the Blessed and Cold
                          G  
In the Crutch-hungry dark
                          F#  
Was where we flayed our Mark
                                  A  
Oh, We were Gone
                                          G  
Kings of Oblivion
                          G/F#            Em  
We were so    Turned On
                                                C  
In the Mind-Warp Pavilion
Bm                                      C  
Lay me Place and bake me Pie
          F                                      Bm  
I'm starving for me Gravy
Bm                                              C  
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
        F                                      Bm  
I might just slip away
                                     F  
Just for the Day, Hey!
                                  Bm  
Please come Away, Hey!
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