Tom: A
Introdução:
D
Brighten the eyes of petty thieves who crawl at night
N.C.
A Bm
Centuries of poison to escape this heaven or hell
C#m D
This earthly cell of dead flowers and so many wounded foes
N.C.
A Bm
Witches confused by their own magic
C#m
Witches displeased by their own perfume
D
Shame-locked women
N.C.
D
White blood, blue night (Start fast piano and stop flute)
A
Angels lyrics
Bm F#
Female creature wilted high in the raftors
D A
Orgies of dust and butterfly laughter
Bm F#
Shadows spilling into the babe's milk
D
Starry eyes of ghost's memoir
A
Four blue plus two, that makes six
Bm
That's twelve times two
F#
Two brown eyes, one green
D
Hazel's asleep in the hayloft
A Bm
Down the road drowning in dry grass
F#
In the sweet maiden's lap poisened with nightshade
D
Witches last laugh
A
Stick your thumb out
Bm
Lift up your skirt
F#
Someone's gonna stop here soon
D A
Take down your hair and wind up your grin
Bm F#
Someone's gonna take you home
D A
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
Bm F#
Someone's gonna stop here soon
D A
Take down your hair and wind up your grin
Bm F#
Someone's gonna take you home
Verse
D
Even though red's not your color
A
I'll dress you in feathers
Bm
And fly you in the windy weather
F# D
Like a child bird marooned on an island of cats
A
Little dewy brawling cats
Bm
With cross-eyes and hats
F#
They take mercy on you
D
They take you for walks
A Bm
The mercy choir singing dismal hymns watery bible rhymes
F#
All jumbled a mess
D A Bm F#
A mess of bright graves and flowers and balloons
D A
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
Bm F#
Someone's bound to stop here soon
D A
Take down your hair and wind up your grin
Bm F#
Someone's gonna take you home
Verse
D
With a knapsack of trinkets
A
I'm off to seek my fortune again
Bm
Chasing ghosts of dead orphans
F#
Friend, cousin, or kin
D
We wave to the passer by
A
Moth wings of a butterfly
Bm
Endless tracks where no car pass
F#
Close your eyes and you can fly
D
I'm off to meet my soul mate
A
A naked fawny jailbait
Bm
Wading into ponds
F#
Filled with pollywogs at dawn
D
Mournin' the light
A
That slipped from my eyes
Bm
A little child with dirty nails
F#
And dirty hair
D A Bm F#
I had dirty things scrawled upon my mind
D A
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
Bm F#
Someone's gonna stop here soon
D A
Take down your hair, wind up your grin
Bm F#
Someone's gonna take you home