Mutation

{capo: 3}
{tuning: A}
[D] [A] [G] [C]
[D] [A] [G] [G7] [G6]
[D] [A] [G] [C]
[D] [A] [G]

guitar 2 (heavy wa-wa)

-5~--4~--2~--3~---------5~---
{sot}-------------------5~~-------{eot}

{sot}synth during chorus
2x
||-------------------------14-17-15-14-20-19-17-15-||
||-14-15-17-14-15-17-14-15-------------------------||
||-------------------------------------------------||
||-------------------------------------------------||
||-------------------------------------------------||
||-------------------------------------------------||{eot}

{sot}-16-17-19-16-17-14-15----14-15--------12--------
----------------------15-------15-14-----12(14)-{eot}

[D]  Cold B[A]rains, unm[G]oved, unto[C]uched, ung[D]lued,
  al[A]one at [G]last[Gsus4]      [G]
[D]  no tho[A]ughts, no [G]mind to [C]rot beh[D]ind
  a [A]trail of dis[G]asters [G7]    [G6]

[A]a final c[D]urse a[F]bandoned h[A]earse
[A]we ride diso[D]wned co[F]rroded to the [E]bone

the fields of green are bent, obscene
i lay upon the gravel
a worm of hope a hangman's rope
pulls me one way or the other

a final curse abandoned hearse
we write this song corroded to the bone

harmonica "solo"

a bird of song is heard no longer
in the evacuated heavens
the drain is drawn and drained and gone
and on and on, it doesn't matter

a final curse abandoned hearse
we ride disowned corroded to the bone

harmonica "solo", fade
2. Nobodys Fault But My Own

Guitar is tuned down a whole step, and 1st and 6th strings are dropped to C

{sot}  [D5] [Dmaj7]  [D6]  [Am7]    [F]  [Em]    [Bb] [Am]    [Asus4]    [C]   [G/B]
C-0--0-----------------------|--3--2-----0-----|----------
A-3--2---3--0---1------1--0--|--3--1-----2-----|-1----3---
F-2--2---2--2-----0----2--0--|--3--2-----2-----|-0----0---
C-0--0------0------2---3--2--|--3--2-----2-----|-2----0---
G-0--------------------3--2--|--1--0-----------|-3----2---
C-0--------------------------|-----------------|----------{eot}

[D5]treated you like a rusty b[Dmaj7]lade
a t[D6]hrowaway from an o[Am7]pen grave
[F]cut you loose from a [Em]chain gang and [D5]let you go

[D5]and on the day you said it's [Dmaj7]true
s[D6]ome love holds, s[Am7]ome gets used
[F]tried to tell you I n[Em]ever knew it could [D5]be so sweet

[Bb]who could ever [Am]be so cruel,
[G]blame the devil [F]for the [C]things you [Asus4]do
[D5]its such a selfish way to l[Dmaj7]ose
the [F]way you lose these [Em]wasted Blues these w[D5]asted Blues

tell me that it's [C]nobody's fault [G/B]nobody's fault [D5]but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own

when the moon is a counterfeit
better find the one that fits
better find the one that lights the way for you

when the road is full of nails,
garbage pails and darkened jails
and their tongues are full of heartless tales that drain on you

who would ever notice you
you fade into a shaded room
it's such a selfish way to lose
the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues

tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
etc.
3. Lazy Flies

[C] [G] [A] [E] [Fmaj7] [C]
[C] [G] [A] [E] [Fmaj7] [C]

[C]la[G]zy [A]flies [E]all h[F]overing a[C]bove
the m[C]ag[G]istr[A]ate, [E]he pu[F]ts on his g[C]loves
and he l[D7]ooks to the cl[G]ouds
all [F]pink and dish[C]eveled
there m[B7]ust be some blu[C]eprints,
some c[G]reed of the d[F#]evil
insc[F]ribed in our m[C]inds

a [Am]hideous g[D]ame
[F]vanishes in [Am]thin air
the [Am]vanity of sl[D]aves
[F]who wants to [Am]be there?
to s[E]weep the deb[F]ris
to [F]harness dead-ho[C]rses
to [D]ride in the s[G]un
a [F]life of conf[C]essions
[E]written in the d[F]ust  [Ab]

out in the mangroves the mynah birds cry
in the shadows of sulphur the trawlers drift by
they're chewing dried meat house of disrepute
the dust of opiates and syphilis patients
on brochure vacations

fear has a glare that traps you
like searchlights
the puritans stare
their souls are fluoresecent
the skin of a robot
vibrates with pleasure
matrons and gigolos
carouse in the parlor
their hand-grenade eyes
invalid and blind

a hideous game
vanishes in thin air
the vanity of slaves
who wants to be there?
to sweep the debris
to harness dead-horses
to ride in the sun
a life of confessions
written in the dust

La la la la la la la etc.

end on C
4. Canceled Check

here are some of the good country licks used:

{section: Verse}
{sot}E  ------15------------7--------------------------{eot}
{sot}C# -14(15)----2-3-4-5--------7(9)-(9)7-5----------
A  -----------2-4-5-6--------------------5(7)-----
E  -------------------------------------------7~--
A  -----------------------------------------------
E  -----------------------------------------------{eot}

{sot}------14-16-14--------------------------{eot}
-12/14----------14p12----12(14)-12(14)~-

chords used:

{sot}    [B]  [D]  [E]  [A]  [F#]  [B7]  [G]
E  -2--5--7--0--2---5---3-
C# -2--5--7--0--0---2---1-
A  -2--5--7--0--1---2---2-
E  -2--5--7--0--2---2---3-
A  -2--5--7--0------2-----
E  -2---------------------{eot}

[B]I hate to do this but [D]you're [A]a p[E]ain i[A]n the [B]neck
[B]I thought you knew this you're [D]handi[A]ng me a [E]cance[A]led ch[B]eck
[B]you're so helpless your g[D]irlfr[A]iends [E]think y[A]ou're a sa[B]int
[B]I'll give you a quarter I'll [D]keep [A]my j[E]udgem[A]ents to my[D]self

[D]and i get caught up in the m[F#]oonlight
reaching out for a rotten [B]egg I don't w[B7]ant to beg
it's c[G]rystal clear your t[F#]ime is nearly g[B]one

count your blessings and do the things that you should
o the has-beens that never had it so good
stormy weather the kids are making a racket
in the wilderness the wild lives are so mild

{section: Chorus}
{section: Chorus}
6. We Live Again

[G] [A] [F#] [G] [E] [A] [C] [D]

[G]these withered h[A]ands have [F#]dug for a dr[G]eam
s[E]ifted through s[A]and and le[C]ftover ni[D]ghtmares
[G]over the h[A]ill a d[F#]esolate w[G]ind
t[E]urns shit to g[A]old and bl[C]ows my soul c[D]razy

the [G]end
o the [A]end
[F]we live [C]again
[Em]o i grow weary of the [Asus4]end    [A]

o hungry days the footsteps of fools
gazing alone through sex-painted windows
dredging the night drunk libertines
stink like a colognes from the newfangled wasteland

{section: Chorus}
{section: Bridge}
[F]love is a plague in a [C]mix-match [E7]parade
where the [Am]castaways look so der[F]anged
[E]when will the children learn to let their w[Am]ildernesses burn
and l[C]ove will be [Em]new never [Asus4]cold an[A]d v[A9]acan[A]t

these withered hands have dug for a dream
sifted through sand and leftover nightmares

{section: Chorus}
6. Tropicalia

[B7#9] [G7]  [Bb7]  [A7] [D#7#9] [C#7] [C#7#9] [B7]

{sot}--3--------------7-----6---5-----4-
--2--4---7---6---6-----4---4-----2-
-----3---6---5---------------------
--2--------------6-----4---4-----2-
-----3---6---5---------------------{eot}

when they b[B7#9]eat on a br[G7]oken guitar
and on the [B7#9]streets they reek of t[G7]ropical charms
the embass[B7#9]ies lie in h[G7]ideous shards
where t[Bb7]ourists snore and [A7]decay

when they dance in a reptile blaze
you wear a mask an equatorial haze
into the past a colonial maze
where there's no more confetti to throw

[D#7#9]you didn't [C#7]know what to say to you[D#7#9]rself
love is a p[C#7]overty you couldn't s[C#7#9]ell
misery w[B7]aiting in vague hot[B7#9]els
to [Bb7]be evic[A7]ted

you're out of luck you're singing funeral songs
to the studs they're anabolic and bronze
they seem to strut in their millennial fogs
'til they fall down and deflate

{section: Chorus}
now you've had your fun
under an air-conditioned sun
it's burned into your eyes
leaves you plain and left behind
see them eyes and fall
into the jaws of a pestilent love

you didn't know what to say to yourself
love is a poverty you couldn't sell
misery waiting in vague hotels
to be a victim
7. Dead Melodies

[G] [D] [C] [Em] [E] [Am] [D] [G] [D] [D7]

[G]where will you [D]go when t[C]his day is [Em]ove[E]r
a [Am]gambler's [D]purse l[G]ays on the r[D]oad [D7]
[Em]straight to your door
[A]snakes have gone crazy to[D]night
[Dm]winding their w[Am]ay out of si[D]ght  [D7]

a laugh, a joke a sentiment wasted
seasons of strangers they've come and gone
doldrums are pounding,
cheapskates are clowning this town
who could disown themselves now

engineer, slow down this old train
cinders and chaff laugh at the moon
night birds will cackle
rotting like apples on trees
[Dm]sending their d[Am]ead melod[D]ies...to [A7]me
8. Bottle of Blues

     4x
{sot}E-||-2-0-0-||---------0-{eot}
{sot}C-||-3-0-0-||---------0-
F-||-2-2-2-||---------1-
E-||-------||---------2-
G-||-------||-3-2-0---2-{eot}
C-||-------||-------3-2-

{sot}  [F]  [E]  [D9]    [Eb]   [Ab]
E-------0-------------
C-------0-------------
F-4--3--1-----2----7--
E-5--4--2-----3----8--
G-5--4--2-----3----8--
C-5--4--2-----3----8--{eot}

i just found me a bottle of blues
some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
ain't it hard ain't it hard,
to want somebody who doesn't want you

and i've been waiting for a year, a day
some strange weather must be blowin' my way
cause i got no mind to go or to stay,
or be left behind

[F]holdin' hands with an impotent d[E]ream
[F]in a brothel of fake en[E]ergy
[F]put a nickel in the graveyard ma[Ab]chine
i get [D9]higher and lo[Ab]wer
i get [D9]higher and lo[Ab]wer
like a [D9]tired soldier with [Eb]nothin' to s[D9]hoot
and n[F]owhere to l[D9]ose this bottle of b[C]lues

egos drone and pose alone
like black balloons all banged and blown
on a backwoods river the infidels shiver
in the stench of belief
i tell my momma i'm a hundred years late
i'm over the rails and out of the race
and the crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw
are ringing in my ears

holdin' hands with an impotent dream
in a brothel of fake energy
put a nickel in the graveyard machine
i get higher and lower
i get higher and lower
like a tired soldier
with nothin' to shoot
and nowhere dreams it's a..
bottle of blues

(repeat first verse)

holdin' hands with an impotent dream
in a brothel of fake energy
put a nickel in the graveyard machine
i get higher and lower
i get higher and lower
like a tired soldier
with nothin' to shoot
and nowhere dreams it's a..
bottle of blues
bottle of blues
9. O Maria
{sot}(as played on piano)
                 [Am]         [Ab]     [F]    [Am]         [Ab]      [F]
------------||---------------------------------------------1---
--5--13--17-||-----1--3-1---1--3-4-1------1--3-1------3-4--1-4-
--5--13--17-||-----2--------1------2------2---------1----------
--6--14--18-||-----2------2-----------3---2------2--1----------
------------||---0----0-----3------------0---0------3----------
------------||-4-------------------1-----------------------1---{eot}

{sot} [C]        [Bb]   [Am]     [Ab]   [F]            [G]
-0--3-0----------------------------------------||
-1----1-1-3---1--3-4--3-1----1---1---1--0------||
----------3---2-------1----2---2---2----0------||
------2----------------------3-------3---------||
-3--------1---0-------3--------------------6-6-||
---------------------------1-----1------3------||{eot}

[Am]there was no one [Ab]nothing to [F]see
[Am]the night is [Ab]useless and s[F]o are we
cause [C]everybody k[Bb]nows
the [Am]fabric of [Ab]folly is [F]fallen apart at the s[G]eams
a[Am]nd i've been lookin' for a g[C]ood time
[Am]but the pleasures are s[Ab]eldom and [G]few

there's no whiskey there's no wine
just the concrete and a worried mind
'cause everybody knows death creeps in slow
til you feel safe in his arms
and i've been lookin' for a new friend
and i don't care if he's decrepit and grey

(trombone solo verse)

o maria haven't you known
days so careless
all on your own
'cause everybody knows the circus is closed
and the animals have gone wild
and i've been lookin' for my shadow
but this place is so bright and so clean

(repeat first verse)

{section: 12 string solo}
10. Sing It Again

[A] [A6]  [A] [Asus4] [A]

a [A]town of disre[C#7]spect
the trains are w[D]recked
the night is [A]younger then us
[B7]nowhere is anywhere e[E]lse
you keep to your[A]self
stirring the [D]dregs where i have l[A]ayed
[F]the exit s[E]igns are flashing
[A]dead ends they won't c[D]ome to life any[A]more

i pledge the rest
i should have guessed
your love was hanging by threads
tongues tied under the moon,
my love is a room of broken bottles
and tangled webs
the misers wind their minds
like clocks that grind their gears
on and on

{section: Solo}
-13-14------14-13-11-13(14)--(14)13-11--------6--7--9--8--8-8-

{sot}-5--5-5--4---4-5-7--5--------9-10-12--12-9-10\--5------------{eot}
nobody's home
oh won't you lay my bags
upon on the funeral fire and sing it again

{section: Harmonica solo}
[F]oh won't you [E]lay my bags
[A]upon on the funeral [D]fire and sing it aga[A]in
11. Static

{section: Intro riff}
{sot}-2--2----2--4(6)~-
-2--2-/4----------{eot}

[A]it's so [A6]eas[A]y to [D]laugh at your[D6]sel[D]f
and all those jokes have already been written
seems like another vain attempt
to let yourself fall out of the oven

[E]holy m[E9]ounta[E]ins
they l[D9]ook so tired
and [E]it's a p[E9]erfe[E]ct day to [D]lock yourself ins[A]ide

who you foolin' with the fools are right
it's the same thing but it's almost as different
hard to tell when it pacifies your mind
leaves you stranded with a broken engine
lazy desert looks so mangled
let me drown in a convalescent bliss

[E]

[G]get up f[Bm]rom your [D]bed of r[A]est
[G]been a l[Bm]ong time s[D]ince you've l[A]ived
[F#]but the static in your m[G]ind
leaves you [A]hollow and unk[F#]ind
with a s[G]hock electric [D]wave turns you [A]on.

you've been flunked out of the devils house
delinquent hygienes are so abrasive
some distortion that's never been known
on the treadmill you've been runnin' forever

holy mountains, they look so tired
and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside

([A]  [E])4x

begone

[A]12[Ab].(u[G]nl[F#]ist[F]ed[A]) Diamond Bollocks

{section: Intro}
[Eb] [C#] [B] [A] [G] [F] [E]

{sot}fuzz bass:
||-------------||-------------||
||-----7-------||-----4-------||
||---9---7-5---||---6---4-2---||
||-7---------5-||-4---------2-||{eot}

[B]looking back at some dead world that looks so new
[Ab]offices and fountains that they named for you
[B]dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom
[Ab]hari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms

[B]girl you dream infections from a nauseous heart
[Ab]choice cut meats from derelict boulevards

[B] [A] [G] [E]
[B] [A] [E] [G] [D] [F]

(birds chirping)

[C] [B]

{sot}||-----------------------------------------------------------------||
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||-------------------------2-2-2-2---------------------------------||
||-0-0-0-0-3-3-3-3-2-2-2-2---------0-0-0-0-3-3-3-3-2-2-2-2-1-1-1-1-||{eot}

{sot}-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-----------------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-{eot}
(no chords)

hear that lonesome whistle blow
no direction to be known
in a senile of revery
a tearful gaze turns away
eroding cold and grey
scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness

(bass comes back in)

looking back at some dead world that looks so new
offices and fountains that they named for you
so ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face
terrorist confections look so out of place

[E]

[G]looking [F]back at s[C]ome dead w[F#m]orld that l[B]ooks so n[E]ew
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
looking back at some dead world that looks so new

([B] [A] [E] [G])4x