[ Предположительная тональность: G ] MUTATIONS BY BECK 1. COLD BRAINS 2. NOBODY'S FAULT BUT MY OWN 3. LAZY FLIES 4. CANCELED CHECK 5. WE LIVE AGAIN 6. TROPICALIA 7. DEAD MELODIES 8. BOTTLE OF BLUES 9. O MARIA 10. SING IT AGAIN 11. STATIC 12. DIAMOND BULLOCKS 1. Cold Brains 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~--- -------------------5~~------- synth during chorus 2x ||-------------------------14-17-15-14-20-19-17-15-|| ||-14-15-17-14-15-17-14-15-------------------------|| ||-------------------------------------------------|| ||-------------------------------------------------|| ||-------------------------------------------------|| ||-------------------------------------------------|| -16-17-19-16-17-14-15----14-15--------12-------- ----------------------15-------15-14-----12(14)- ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ D A G C D Cold Brains, unmoved, untouched, unglued, A G Gsus4 G alone at last D A G C D no thoughts, no mind to rot behind A G G7 G6 a trail of disasters A D F A a final curse abandoned hearse A D F E we ride disowned corroded to the 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 D5 D7M 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--------------------------|-----------------|---------- D5 D7M treated you like a rusty blade D6 Am7 a throwaway from an open grave F Em D5 cut you loose from a chain gang and let you go D5 D7M and on the day you said it's true D6 Am7 some love holds, some gets used F Em D5 tried to tell you I never knew it could be so sweet Bb Am who could ever be so cruel, G F C Asus4 blame the devil for the things you do D5 D7M its such a selfish way to lose F Em D5 the way you lose these wasted Blues these wasted Blues C G/B D5 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 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 F7M C C G A E F7M C C G A E F C lazy flies all hovering above C G A E F C the magistrate, he puts on his gloves D7 G and he looks to the clouds F C all pink and disheveled B7 C there must be some blueprints, G F# some creed of the devil F C inscribed in our minds Am D a hideous game F Am vanishes in thin air Am D the vanity of slaves F Am who wants to be there? E F to sweep the debris F C to harness dead-horses D G to ride in the sun F C a life of confessions E F Ab written in the dust 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 open A tuning (you can also play it in standard tuning in A, capoed up 2 frets) here are some of the good country licks used: verse: E ------15------------7-------------------------- C# -14(15)----2-3-4-5--------7(9)-(9)7-5---------- A -----------2-4-5-6--------------------5(7)----- E -------------------------------------------7~-- A ----------------------------------------------- E ----------------------------------------------- ------14-16-14-------------------------- -12/14----------14p12----12(14)-12(14)~- ----------------------14---------------- ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- chords used: 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--------------------- B D A E A B I hate to do this but you're a pain in the neck B D A E A B I thought you knew this you're handing me a canceled check B D A E A B you're so helpless your girlfriends think you're a saint B D A E A D I'll give you a quarter I'll keep my judgements to myself D F# and i get caught up in the moonlight B B7 reaching out for a rotten egg I don't want to beg G F# B it's crystal clear your time is nearly gone 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 CHORUS CHORUS +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 6. We Live Again capo 3rd fret(thanks funkybot) G A F# G E A C D G A F# G these withered hands have dug for a dream E A C D sifted through sand and leftover nightmares G A F# G over the hill a desolate wind E A C D turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy G the end A o the end F C we live again Em Asus4 A o i grow weary of the end 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 CHORUS BRIDGE: F C E7 love is a plague in a mix-match parade Am F where the castaways look so deranged E Am when will the children learn to let their wildernesses burn C Em Asus4 A A9 A and love will be new never cold and vacant these withered hands have dug for a dream sifted through sand and leftover nightmares CHORUS +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 6. Tropicalia B7#9 G7 Bb7 A7 D#7#9 C#7 C#7#9 B7 ----------------------------------- --3--------------7-----6---5-----4- --2--4---7---6---6-----4---4-----2- -----3---6---5--------------------- --2--------------6-----4---4-----2- -----3---6---5--------------------- B7#9 G7 when they beat on a broken guitar B7#9 G7 and on the streets they reek of tropical charms B7#9 G7 the embassies lie in hideous shards Bb7 A7 where tourists snore and 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 C#7 D#7#9 you didn't know what to say to yourself C#7 C#7#9 love is a poverty you couldn't sell B7 B7#9 misery waiting in vague hotels Bb7 A7 to be evicted 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 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 capo 5th fret, arpeggiating chords G D C Em E Am D G D D7 G D C Em E where will you go when this day is over Am D G D D7 a gambler's purse lays on the road Em straight to your door A D snakes have gone crazy tonight Dm Am D D7 winding their way out of sight 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 Am D A7 sending their dead melodies...to me +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 8. Bottle of Blues 4x E-||-2-0-0-||---------0- C-||-3-0-0-||---------0- F-||-2-2-2-||---------1- E-||-------||---------2- G-||-------||-3-2-0---2- C-||-------||-------3-2- 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-- 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 E holdin' hands with an impotent dream F E in a brothel of fake energy F Ab put a nickel in the graveyard machine D9 Ab i get higher and lower D9 Ab i get higher and lower D9 Eb D9 like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot F D9 C and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues 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 (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--- 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------|| Am Ab F there was no one nothing to see Am Ab F the night is useless and so are we C Bb cause everybody knows Am Ab F G the fabric of folly is fallen apart at the seams Am C and i've been lookin' for a good time Am Ab G but the pleasures are seldom and 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) 12 string solo: ------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------3-4-3 ---0--3p0--5-3--3-5-6-3-----0--3p0--5-3--5-6-------6- -4------------------------4------------------------ ----------------------1--------------------------- -------1--3-4-1-3-1-----3------------------------- ---0-2--------------------2----------------------- -2--------------------------3-0------1-4-3--1-2--- ---------------------------------3-2-------------- -------------------------------------------------- +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 10. Sing It Again A A6 A Asus4 A A C#7 a town of disrespect D the trains are wrecked A the night is younger then us B7 E nowhere is anywhere else A you keep to yourself D A stirring the dregs where i have layed F E the exit signs are flashing A D A dead ends they won't come to life anymore 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 solo: ----------------------------11-12-11-12-------------------------- ----------------------12-14-------------14---------14---12------- -------------11-13-14------------------------14-12---------14-13- ----11-12-14----------------------------------------------------- -12-------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------0-5--7--9--7--7-7- -------12----------------------------------------------------- -13-14------14-13-11-13(14)--(14)13-11--------6--7--9--8--8-8- ---------------------------------------14--------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------- -5--5-5--4---4-5-7--5--------9-10-12--12-9-10\--5------------ --------------------5-----10----------------------7---------- -6--6-6--4---4-6-8--6---9------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------7--4-7--- -----------------------------------------------------------7- ------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------12------------------------------ ----------11----------------14----14-14--11-14-14--14-13-14-13- ----11-14----12h14p12-11--------------------------------------- -12----------------------12------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------------------- -5--5--7--8--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9---10-----------9------------- -----------------------8-8--8-8---10--------10--------------- -6--6--7--8--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9---11---9-11------9-11-9--7-6- ------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------- and if its meant some accident some coincidence crumbs fall out of the sky when you wander by the dust clouds blow nobody's home oh won't you lay my bags upon on the funeral fire and sing it again harmonica solo F E oh won't you lay my bags A D A upon on the funeral fire and sing it again +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 11. Static intro riff ------------------ ------------------ -2--2----2--4(6)~- -2--2-/4---------- -0---------------- ------------------ A A6 A D D6 D it's so easy to laugh at yourself and all those jokes have already been written seems like another vain attempt to let yourself fall out of the oven E E9 E holy mountains D9 they look so tired E E9 E D A and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside 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 Bm D A get up from your bed of rest G Bm D A been a long time since you've lived F# G but the static in your mind A F# leaves you hollow and unkind G D A with a shock electric wave turns you 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 Ab G F# F A +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 12.(unlisted) Diamond Bollocks intro: Eb C# B A G F E fuzz bass: ||-------------||-------------|| ||-----7-------||-----4-------|| ||---9---7-5---||---6---4-2---|| ||-7---------5-||-4---------2-|| 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 ||-----------------------------------------------------------------|| ||-----------------------------------------------------------------|| ||-------------------------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-|| ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------- -3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-----------------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2- -----------------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2--------------------------------- (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 F C F#m B E 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 looking back at some dead world that looks so new (B A E G)4x
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