Cifras para Violão The Bewlay Brothers

Tom:  D
Introdução:
D
  
D
  
Em
  
A7
 
                          
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!
(Repeat Last 2 Lines Into Fade)