Jig Eh (j. kodie) (Emin-D-Amin-D-Emin) & (G-D-Emin-G-D-Amin) Beauty (w. borg, m. stipes, b. vox) (G-C-G-C-Amin-Emin-Amin-D), (a G-C and C-D kinda thing on the chorusy bits) & (D-C-G-D-C-G-D-C-D on the bridge) the beauty of death the beauty of need the beauty of war the beauty of greed the beauty of stupidity the uglyness of art the beauty of the moment when you broke my heart the beauty of torment the beauty of a liar the beauty of conformity the beauty of fire the beauty of hunger the beauty of loss the beauty of sacrifice the blood on the cross Vincent cut his ear off, Adolph cut the jews the beauty of the violence, I¹m watching on the News the beauty of lust the beauty of hate the beauty of hopelessness the beauty of fate a woman and her child are mowed down by riot police and I find it hard to see the beauty but I know it¹s there, somewhere, so why ask why why do I Œcause I wanna see the point, I wanna see the plan i wanna know everything will come out right in the end, the cry of a girl, trapped in a well the cry of a murderer on the way to hell the beauty of death the beauty of need the beauty of war the beauty of greed the beauty of stupidity the uglyness of art the beauty of the moment when you broke my heart the beauty of a warhead the beauty of a gun the beauty of everything and everyone the beauty of a baby cold and crying in the rain the beauty of the thought of us together the beauty of pain Liar (j. page) (D-G-C-G) & (D-G-C-D) I think I can be young and free so shamelessly Do you think of me lovingly or faithlessly? Sometimes I fall down On our sacred ground But I never however make a sound Chorus: (cause I¹m a) LIAR € LIAR € LI - I - IAR I¹m a LI-I-I-I-I-IAR Don¹t you think I can show the will to be a man? Let me kiss your hand Promise you Tomorrowland Sometimes I let go of the promise we two know but I never however let it show Chorus X 2 Look, I¹m on my knees begging you oh please, oh please can¹t you feel the breeze changing my priorities? Sometimes I blow away for tomorrow¹s not today slide around on what I say Chorus X 3 Fromage - (j. kodie) (C-E7-F-C-Dmdesc-G) C¹est une drôle histoire, quand j¹essaie d¹écrire Il faut que je te dise, de n¹avoir pas peur 'ce que c¹est moé qui te parle, alors vive et laisse faire L¹est-ci vache et son gros sourire Un moment donné, la vache il a rit J¹ai songé pourquoi, et c¹étais la en plein air! Le fromage il a fait, c¹était évidemment, Le dégustation complet, il étais gélée ben raide Fromage, Christ je t¹adore toé fromage N¹importe quels sorte Je te désir, je te trésor La fondue ben raide, et chose c¹est l¹enfer T¹es speciale, c¹est trippant Que t¹es capable d¹existe en differente formes En bloc, en graines, en boules, en chip, en toast, parfois en masse Je sais pourquoi il rit le petit maudit vache (d¹autres langues peut être compris dans le refrain...) Fromage - (j. kodie) (C-E7-F-C-Dmdesc-G) C¹est une drôle histoire, quand j¹essaie d¹écrire Il faut que je te dise, de n¹avoir pas peur 'ce que c¹est moé qui te parle, alors vive et laisse faire L¹est-ci vache et son gros sourire Un moment donné, la vache il a rit J¹ai songé pourquoi, et c¹étais la en plein air! Le fromage il a fait, c¹était évidemment, Le dégustation complet, il étais gélée ben raide Fromage, Christ je t¹adore toé fromage N¹importe quels sorte Je te désir, je te trésor La fondue ben raide, et chose c¹est l¹enfer T¹es speciale, c¹est trippant Que t¹es capable d¹existe en differente formes En bloc, en graines, en boules, en chip, en toast, parfois en masse Je sais pourquoi il rit le petit maudit vache (d¹autres langues peut être compris dans le refrain...) The Nuclear Song (w. borg & f. bessai) Capo 3rd fret (G-C, but don't move your pinky-G-D), (C-G- C-D) Wouldn¹t pretend to love my neighbour if I didn¹t think I could; Wouldn¹t suppose that you¹d believe me even if I should; Never begin to trust my instincts when i see the naked sun; Never leave it up to you 'cause the big one has begun And time passes out from dizziness vanishing with the light you wake up with a splitting headache and we¹re one minute closer to midnight. I'll leave you in your cancer to wallow in your past if all your gold were offered to me I wouldn't kiss your ass you're desert will not feed you and you cannot breathe the air you own the promised wasteland but the mother¹s in despair and she¹ll pass on forever vanishing with the light I wake up with a splitting headache and we¹re one minute closer to midnight. And you keep me safe from danger so I never look beyond I'll take your condescention until one day I am gone and I¹ll pass on forever vanishing with the light you'll wake up with a splitting headache and we¹re one minute closer to midnight. **Steppin In To Eden From the Star Trek Episode, "The Way To Eden" (it's the one where Spock Jams with that Space Hippy) Un Corps Une Âme (f. Bessai, l. v. wunnik) (Amin-F-C-E) & (F-C-G-Amin) Tu me proteges, tu me entoures Tu m¹apportes tout dont j¹ai besoin Je t¹appartiens, Je suis á toi, pour toujours Nous sommes indivisible, nous formons un Sans toi, Je suis mort Un Corps Une âme nous approachons notre deuil Un Corps Une âme nous approachons notre deuil Mais depuis quelque temps Je commence á T¹oublier, Je te trompe Je te quitte, pour mon plaisir immédiat et je ne vois pas que Je ne trompe J¹ai perdu ma conscience Chorus Que Va -t-il se passer Quand tu seras parti J¹ai été ton meurtriére, Je suis desolé, de tŒavoir tuer, Ma mére La terre J¹ai commit un Matricide, c¹est une crime impardonáble Stripes / Bad Luck (m. ness, l. belly) (G-D-A) Security (j. bird) (G-B-Emin), (C-G-D-C-G-Amin-C-D), (G-Amin-C-D), (D-G) & (C-D-Emin-C-D) They said it¹s so sad They said it¹s too bad and the best thing the best thing they told me Yah the best thing they told me the best thing for me was remember the good times Remember the good times You had barely let go of my hand I was barely on my own You said in time I would understand Oh my path would be shown Questions I would¹ve asked but I was too young too dare Questions I should¹ve asked but was too young to care Now you¹re back in my dreams again To help stop the screams again So real so it seems again And I can feel how it feels again Security yah security I wish I could take back all the lies I ever told you And I wish I could bring back our last good-bye so I could hold you And I could wish for every last wish in the world but I¹d be a fool for Security Sing Hey (j.r.r. tolkien, j. page) (D-F-Emin-G-A) & (Emin-A-Emin-A-G-A) Sing hey for the bath at close of day that washes the weary mud away a loon is he who will not sing oh water hot is a noble thing Gone fishin¹ : ( linus & j. bird) (G-C-G-D-C-D/G-D-G/C-G-C-D/C-G-C-G/D-C-G) I am on a mission. I am gone fishin¹ I¹ve set the sails. I've set the mast I am on a mission at long last. I am on a mission. I am gone fishin¹ I caught a pike, I caught a bass I am gone fishin¹ at long last. Fish swim in schools and fish holes and pools Think I¹ll use the red devil spools As I am on a mission. I am gone fishin¹ Yeeha! I caught the big one this time I think I am going to die The boat is starting to sink But I am gone fishin¹ I am on a cloud Caught the big one now I am proud. Ain¹t no fisherman¹s lie I didn¹t die in the wink of and I And I am on a mission. I am gone fishin¹ Yeehoo! P.S. If anyone knows how to get a hold of Linus the Homeless Guy, get him to call us, and we'll give him his royalties. Could be in the Millions. Telephone Call From Istanbul (t. waits) (Emin-Amin-B-Emin), (Amin-D7-G-Amin-B-G-B), & (Emin-Amin- Emin-B) Chipman (w. borg & m. mcdonald) (D-G-A) & (Bmin-A-Bmin-A-G-A) The secret to the Chipman song is to make up different verses every time you sing it. Bridge: Well it's a boring day the chips are down I'm calling up the chipman, but he's not around I tried his mobile phone I even tried his pager but nobody is home I have to call back later I'm running out of roaches my waterpipe is rusted I'm worried bout the chipman I hope he isn't busted but I would bail him out give him a place to stay 'cause I sure love the chipman I hope he come's today Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Chorus: Hey Chipman! Mexico (j. bird) (D-E-G-A) & (Bmin-G-D-A-Bmin-G-D-A-G), & (Bmin-A-G) Orange moon on a desert sky Crickets sing and coyotes cry Counting the hours and the towns and the miles And the stars up above like some restless child Through the dirty glass windows of a tired old bus Trying to head south on a road that can¹t make up it¹s mind Month of June, living day by day In mispronounced towns so far away From a brewed cup of coffee and a good pack of smokes And friends gathered round for a hookahman toke But this sad lament strengthens the stories soon told ŒBout a wide open country whose secrets unfold (just open your eyes) Oh Mexico Learning the lingo, they¹re calling me gringo In Mexico Getting hotter and hotter just don¹t drink the water In Mexico, Oh Mexico Hotel rooms, hot and sweaty nights Making love in the shower Forgeting the fight So far to go and so much to learn Keep your eyes open or you¹re likely to burn In Mexico Churches and steeples there¹s more dogs than people In Mexico Speaking the lingo and laughing at gringos In Mexico, Oh Mexico Mexico, whoa whoa Mexico, whoa whoa Mexico