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Every Pretty Thing
02:07
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I never knew my voice could sound so rich and so fine C C Bb F
Until I heard you wrap your own deep voice around mine C C F Am
Now I'm a flower in a bouquet, you're a stage and I'm a play, F Am F Am
Oh I'm a thousand things I never knew F Bb F
As long as I am singing out with you F Bb C
I'd swear that your guitar and mine were cut from the same tree
Or how else do they fit so well when you play along with me
Now I'm a jewel in a ring and I am every pretty thing
Oh I'm a thousand things I never knew
As long as I am set there next to you
Your strength behind my rusted key has opened hidden doors
Or do I have that backwards? It's so tangled: mine and yours
But I'm a picture in a frame, I'm a secret middle name
Oh I'm a thousand things I never knew
Until I found them waiting there with you
You have left the stage and we are parted each from each
And other voices, other hands extend to me their reach
For lady death has called your bluff, and what I have must be enough
I'm an orphan who has found her family tree
And I can't forget it's you brought them to me
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Ink
02:21
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So the "E thing" chord is G, E, Bb, B, E. G minor 6th? E minor 11th? I'm terrible at chord names.
Unicorns, dolphins, the name of your lover Am D
Crosses and kanji you don't understand Am D
Detailed depictions of Kraft peanut butter Am D
Telling the world it's your favourite brand Am D
These are all tattoos I for one would not choose Am D
But you know when you've died, all the things that you've tried Am D
Your possessions and sins, your confessions and skin Am D
Will be gone with your body. Am D
Why shouldn't that body be covered in colours and lines and tattoos? Am D Am D
Shouldn't you get to choose? D E E thing (o2302) E
People see your tattoos and they ask "Aren't you worried Am D
What people will say or your children will think? Am D
As if out of all the regrets in your lifetime Am D
The ones that will hurt would be made out of ink. Am D
But you know when you've died, all the things that you've tried Am D
Your possessions and sins, your confessions and skin Am D
Will be gone with your body. Am D
Why shouldn't that body be covered in colours and lines and tattoos? Am D Am D
Shouldn't you get to choose? D E E thing (o2302) E
We are free to make errors, mistakes and bad judgements Am D
In all the less obvious parts of our lives. Am D
And they leave a mark too just not where you can see them Am D
Invisible scars from intangible knives Am D
But you know when you've died, all the things that you've tried Am D
Your possessions and sins, your confessions and skin Am D
Will be gone with your body. Am D
Why shouldn't that body be covered in colours and lines and tattoos? Am D Am D
Shouldn't you get to choose? D E E thing (o2302) E E thing (o2302)
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Rosemary & Roo
01:57
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My confusion and hunger are both now extreme Em Am
In this land full of poison and strange monotremes Dm Am
For when I booked my plane ticket I never knew G Am F
That the national dish was rosemary and roo Em Am F
Rosemary and roo: an Australian stew! G Am
The punters all quaff 'er, whenever it's offered Am Em Am
Along with a pint of the pub's cheapest brew Am G E Am
When I read the pub menu I blamed my poor vision
But I see now the recipe's no euphemism
Having ordered it now, honour says I must eat
But I'm not sure that I'm man enough for this meat
Rosemary and roo: an Australian stew!
The punters all quaff 'er, whenever it's offered
Along with a pint of the pub's cheapest brew
My tastebuds have cursed me but I've scarfed it down
And I'm desperately hoping it won't now rebound
But the animal whose flesh I've lately consumed
Is famous for bouncing - I fear that I'm doomed
Rosemary and roo: an Australian stew!
The punters all quaff 'er, whenever it's offered
Along with a pint of the pub's cheapest brew
And I, foolish tourist, have ordered it too. Am G Am
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Spark
02:57
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(To the tune of The Cuckoo, trad.)
Oh my farmer, she's a pretty girl
And she's surely with beauty crowned
But what draws this old patroller
Is the blazing fire in her ground
My sweet farmer has no groundsense
To life's lantern she is blind
But her blindness sees the answers
No lakewalker could ever find
She has broken the chains of malice
She's escaped from the men of mud
And she's woven our lives together
In a braid of stubbornness and blood
If you want patience, if you want kindness
Fawn will surely fit the bill
But look elsewhere if you want meekness
Just ask the bogles that she has killed
Oh my farmer, she's a pretty girl
And she's surely with beauty crowned
But what draws this old patroller
Is the blazing fire in her ground
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Circle of Salt
03:27
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Beautiful death in ritual blossoms dried
Juniper berries, in fire, in flame reside
Circle of salt and the heart's own blood inside
Your petition we grant - did you hope it would be denied?
You have paid our price. Our attention is caught.
You have paid our price. Now see what you've bought
We eat your stories and wear them as our skin
From the end of your flesh our life begins
And we will not work if you withhold that fee
Tell me what fairy ever did any work for free?
You know our secret; our bargain is met
But we are hunger - or did you forget?
It seems to me that I know you from before
The skin I wear is strong and she dares to implore
That your life be spared, that the hero go free
That you live to send new death to me
Beautiful death in ritual blossoms dried
Juniper berries, in fire, in flames reside
Circle of salt and the heart's own blood inside
Your petition we grant - did you hope it would be denied?
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Brooke Abbey (formerly Brooke Lunderville) is a banjo-playing pharmacist from Vancouver, BC.
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