From dfan@harmonixmusic.com Wed May 19 09:54:28 1999 Date: 19 May 1999 09:58:08 -0400 From: Dan Schmidt To: Matthew Amster-Burton Subject: Re: [loud-fans] Guitar rides again Matthew Amster-Burton writes: | It's uglier and sparser, nobody's fault but mine, but here you go: | | http://www.mamster.net/lftab/ | | Now available: download all the music in one lump. Sorry again for the | whole debacle here, and I hope we can rebuild this to its former distorted | glory soon. I saw that the Days For Days chords got lost, so here they are again: THE LOUD FAMILY: DAYS FOR DAYS Transcription, such as it is, by Dan Schmidt CORTEX THE KILLER A... C G I'm out in front of awful weather, C Dm Trying to hold together air that barely clings F G My empire and any autumn C Dm Day are getting thought of as different things Em Dm F Stained clothes cleaned with agitation Em Dm G Lush earth scorched with expectation We brought compasses and felt pens, Strong as Boris Yeltsin when he looks and sees That in the future we'll be modern Former lives, forgotten old world monkeys What we've seen that's really out there Comes sidelong while looking elsewhere Bm F G D Watch these legs work, I've been looking in every doorway Bm F I've hung out where I'm not liked Bm G G E7 But Boston students still own early evening C Em A C Em A Dm Sacramento, these base feet offend your ground F G I have let your people down With any action There's an equal faction who don't agree With their jolly cheering sections, Priapic erections, autonomy Sextants swung to gauge the chances Pace kept with wrong circumstances All we brought home was the need to convince young children That once, this clearly was worthwhile And for that argument, we'd need the world As it was then Before our crew arrived, and it came, for us, alive C F G Dm C F G Dm How can I say without just talking We won't ever walk on country first or last I'm fine to reapply the steamer Classify the lemur, wave cyclones past When the wind's died down completely Is all air now where it should be? G Em Dm F G Em Dm F G Em Dm F G GOOD, THERE ARE NO LIONS IN THE STREET Eb Db Eb Eb Db Eb Eb Db Gb We sensed a scare, but there's no scare there Db Ab Db Eb Ab Look out and, good, there are no lions in the street Eb Db Gb We sensed a change, but the change came strange Db Ab Db Eb Ab All things get painted the right colors when we meet Eb Ab Short and sweet Bbm Gb Db Will it be all that many-splendored? Bbm Gb Db Will there be return for the sender? Eb Ab Db Db Eb Will it even love us tender? Bbm Gb Bbm Gb Eb The things we've done we've only done for a little while To be a cowboy learn how not to be an astronaut To be a doctor learn how not to be the president To be the center of the universe, don't orbit things We're super fly, so the ceiling's high Good ventilation when smoke's coming off of me We're super clean so there's gloss and sheen Will it remain so when cleaning is drudgery Grudgery Will it be what's not alteration? Will it save the grace of a nation? Will it come through in translation? The things we've done we've only done for a little while DEEE-PRESSION G C Bb Eb F Must be the word, must be expression fit of depression right now G C Bb Eb F The creature stirs, must be progression fit of depression right now G C Bb Eb F Shake when I'm empty like a bowl full of semper fi fit of depression right now G C G C G Hung by the chimney to signify, simplify fit of depression right Bb7 Eb Gm C7 What wants to be what talks to me fit of depression right now Bb7 Eb Gm What wants to be what works through me fit of depression right And if I'm right in my impression fit of depression right now It's only luck, not self-possession fit of depression right now If to examine what we slam is a waste of fate fit of depression right now Stockings are hung by the Santa grate to gravitate fit of depression right What wants to be what talks to me fit of depression right now What wants to be what works through me fit of depression right G Dm Gentle into that good night we could ride right now G Dm The sky dark against trees bright from inside right now G C Bb Eb F Which lit my roof up to land on at night right now G Woke to the contract to see it as reflected light WAY TOO HELPFUL F# C# F# C# D#m A#m D#m G# F# C# F# C# You have your guides to you D#m A#m D#m G# F# C# And they're way too helpful, way too much comes through F# C# Leave room D#m A#m D#m G# F# C# To for once in your life go home, worth unproved F# C# And the earth unmoved D#m A#m Leaving on a jet bus D#m F# G# Sitting next to just us F# G# Diesel updraft, gliding on F# C# Oakland airspace, riding the ailerons Live a day not as if it were your last But as if at night, and that day had just passed Big old shoeliner crashed And all that's left of you is what your mom and dad Understand, and lovers might Yell in your face late at night Which could get proved wrong in the faintest light Maybe turned in for the pay Maybe called to end that way Maybe just as if to say This strange murder is what we do all day MOZART SONATAS D When G D Mozart sonatas play G D G D When Mozart sonatas play it's fine G D G D When Mozart sonatas play it's fine G D A E When Mozart sonatas play it's fine G D Fine but we can hear his mind G D Hear his genius mind G Em Hear the wheels of genius grind A G D And they ought to post a sign G A Post a sign When Duchamp does readymades When Duchamp does readymades we're sold When Duchamp does readymades we're sold When Duchamp does readymades we're sold When he says "it's art" we're sold 'Cause the statement's bold I can't see it getting old We do anything we're told Thing we're told When They said the Buddha woke When they said the Buddha woke we heard When they said the Buddha woke we heard When they said the Buddha woke we heard Heard but still it sounds absurd Second-, maybe third- Hand relay of what occurred And we don't believe a word Not a word G D Not a word BUSINESSMEN ARE OKAY G D Bm A C G Em D... C G Em D Walking, clocking in with the residentials C G Em D It's mental, our old place is reoccupied C G Em D New is different from what we thought, more like old C G Em D More like muffler billboards when you're on foot outside C G Em D And so you're desperate enough to come around here C G Em D And curious what you're explaining away C G Em D And you think now agreements made should be kept C G Em G D G A You've heard the prophet Elijah say businessmen are okay Live also in the unfulfilled time Phil is my brother's name, he's a distributor For green mint candy, green for golf, green for growth And sweet, so the teenagers know what it means Do you take what is dropped like change in your hands As what someone else thinks he's giving away Has the arch-villain West uncurled his moustache You've heard the wind on the Ganges say businessmen are okay They sing karaoke C F D 4x D Bm A C G Em D The attractive dissention in the twelfth grade Is going to run out of dress suit legs in its way And as if for a tasty bone the whole dog Is going to roll on its back and say businessmen are okay They sing karaoke G A ... CRYPTO-SICKO D-ish stuff D Bm/D Kristine, tell me to be quiet Em A 'Cause I've got some quiet to say Cmaj7 Bm And I'm not sure I know Em how to get out of its way D Bm/D There's the cover of Fair Warning Em A Where there's punching out of lights C Bm And I'm not sure I've done more Em A than call the kids to see the fights D G A False alarms, crypto-sicko, babes in arms D G A Cross displays, crypto-sicko, days for days I've been that moon-age Dorothy Keep the Dorothies on the path And I'm inclined to think the lonely learn to use a different math When your thoughts are cornfield-focused And you've scarecrowed off all birds Who'll hear your crow-based riot act as anything but English words? D C D C D D C D C D Is it all right here, just not clear C A G Till someone makes it interesting D C D Wherein interests lie C E7 G A7 Is that why parents don't tell us anything? WHY WE DON'T LIVE IN MAURITANIA E Dmaj7/F# etc. F# C#m B D/F# E B G#m F# C# She asked why my love would last for long E B G#m F# C# What in her world I base it on E B G#m F# C# I said "what a 'girl' way to relate E B G#m F# C# Throw what works fine up for debate" E B And let it go G#m D#m C#m7 F# But I'll admit I didn't know D#m C#m7 B I'd assume there's some convention G#m C#m To obviate the question A E And move these things along 19th Street exit with the oaks And the head-soothing shade of hoax No city boards in '23 Stayed up nights planning routes for me And that's fine But I'll admit I wouldn't mind Letting someone do the driving Who knows where we're arriving Despite hysteria F# C#m E B That's why we don't live in Mauritania C#m E E F# Why we like something else going on A C#m E B Why we all moved to California A E And not Boca Raton I lost my backpack on the train It had more in it than my brain Will I now have to learn again How to love things, each like a friend Same deal But I'll admit it's lost appeal I keep filling binder pages That I won't read for ages Regret it when I do New York scenes with the way they talk Knock me out when they jazz the rock Cold keeps Chicago boyfriends warm I dig how they defy the norm The West Coast, well I'll admit it's still the most Hanging out near Manson slayings Industrial decayings Inverse utopia That's why we don't live in Mauritania Why we like something else going on Why we all moved to California And not Saskatchewan Or Sierra Leone SISTER SLEEP D G Fmaj7 lotsa times D G F Girl, being close hurts D G F So I've called from the outskirts D G F With road noise at a phone booth D G F So we won't hear the whole truth Bought this house, on a low bid Where they moved out, like we did When the needs of the renter Pulled us far from the center D C Am G D D C Am G Last few holidays I was only thinking D C Am G How to get away, numb the chat with drinking D C Am G Still thinking like a son, saying something clever D C Am G They're here to push against, they won't be forever Em G Am G A garment, heft me around Em G Am G At arm's length, lay me out Em G A On your chest, tuck your chin and wonder Was it rude to sneeze? The allergist is leaving First we do no harm, like expensive breathing Am I saying what I'd be able to hear Or what goes on the list ringing in the new year? Em G Am G Ninety people walk Em G Am G Down Haight Street, fill the block Em G Am And my job, keep my spacing even See all ninety people Be the even spacing The comet brothers' friends arrive cow-eyed Our car was dead, we ran, I swear we tried Will sister sleep not kiss us on the mouth? D G Fmaj7 It's all we ever want from her Hitler's icon leads the flight through space Turns and finds its own bent lines to chase Will sister sleep not kiss us on the mouth? It's all we ever want from her There's no way to a quasar They're flung out from us too far Just by chance, maybe not more We can touch what we live for -- Dan Schmidt -> dfan@harmonixmusic.com, dfan@alum.mit.edu Honest Bob & the http://www2.thecia.net/users/dfan/ Factory-to-Dealer Incentives -> http://www2.thecia.net/users/dfan/hbob/ Gamelan Galak Tika -> http://web.mit.edu/galak-tika/www/