[ Предположительная тональность: G ] This tab is a bunch of tabs made by various users. All credit is properly given. Without these users, there would be no tab, and therefor if your tab is one of the ones in this album I thank you profusely. All that I do is add chords to finish the song. I have set up all of the songs with a roman numeral, so to find the song you want, just hit control F,or on Macs hit command F. I. Shanty for the Arethusa II. Billy Liar III. Los Angeles, I'm Yours IV. The Gymnast, High Above the Ground V. The Bachelor and the Bride VI. Song for Myla Goldberg VII. The Soldiering Life VIII. Red Right Ankle IX. The Chimbley Sweep X. I Was Meant for the Stage XI. As I Rise I. Shanty For the Arethusa Originally tabbed by: lucky69 VERSE 1 Em Bb F Em We set to sail on a packet full of spice, rum and tea-leaves. Em Bb F Em We've emptied out all the bars and the Bowery hotels Em F# G G/B G Em Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight Em F# G E F# G B7 Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight B7 B7/A G Em (La da dum dum) VERSE 2 Em Bb F Em Tell the tale of the Jewess and the mandarin Chinese boy Em Bb F Em He led her down from her gilded canopy of cloth. Em F# G G/B G Em And through her blindfold she could make out the figures there before her Em F# G E F# G B7 And how the air was thick with incense, cardamom and myrrh B7 B7/A G CHORUS C/G Em Em F# G So goodnight, boys, goodnight C/G B7 Say goodnight, boys, goodnight B7 B7/A G Em La da dum dum Em C G D B7 La da dum dum... VERSE 3 Em Bb F Em We set to sail on a clipper that's bound for South Australia Em Bb F Em The weather's warm there, the natives are dark and nubile. Em F# G G/B G Em But if you listen, quiet, you can hear the footsteps on the cross-trees Em F# G E F# G B7 The ghosts of sailors passed, their spectral bodies clinging to the shrouds. B7 B7/A G CHORUS C/G Em Em F# G So goodnight, boys, goodnight C/G B7 Say goodnight, boys, goodnight B7 B7/A G Em La da dum dum Em C G D B7 (x2) Em La da dum dum... II. Billy Liar Originally tabbed by: Damsk1849 VERSE 1 G G/F# Em Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets A Em Staring over at his neighbor's, knickers down. A Em A D He's got his knickers down. G G/F# Em So the summer is eternity for you? A Em Sleeping in until your father's shaking you down A Em A He's shaking you down. PRE-CHORUS G And the mail room shift gets a real short shrift F#m Em As you dole out the packages, no-one seems to want you around A Em A All skulking around. CHORUS D F#m Bm G Let your legs loll on the lino D F#m Bm G 'Til your sinews spoil D F#m Bm G Will you stay here for awhile, dear, D F#m Bm Em 'Til the radio, plays something familiar? A D Plays something familiar. BRIDGE (D) G G/F# Em e--------------------------------------------------| B---------------------------3---0-----0------------| G-------------------0-2-4----------2---------------| D-------------0-2-4--------------------------------| A--------------------------------------------------| E--------------------------------------------------| A Em e--------------------------------------------------| B-------------2-3---0-----0------------------------| G-------0-2-4----------2---------------------------| D---2-4------------------------2-------------------| A--------------------------------------------------| E--------------------------------------------------| A Em e----(5)--(3)--(2)--(0)----------------------------| B--------------------------------------------------| G---------------------------2h4--2-----------------| D-----------------------------------4---2----------| A--------------------------------------------------| E--------------------------------------------------| A D e----(5)--(3)--(2)--(0)| B----------------------| G----------------------| D----------------------| A----------------------| E----------------------| VERSE 2 D G G/F# Em All a-drifting, he's the nogood boyo A Em Sent a-fishing for a whalebone corset frame A Em A D (The only catch all day) D G G/F# Em So he sits and lets the current take him A Em A gentle breeze will leave his pants in disarray A Em And at his ankles laid. PRE-CHORUS G As he drifts to sleep with a moan and a weep F#m Em He is decked by a Japanese geisha with a garland of pearls A Em How she twists and twirls! CHORUS D F#m Bm G Let your legs loll on the lino D F#m Bm G 'Til your sinews spoil D F#m Bm G Will you stay here for awhile, dear, D F#m Bm Em 'Til the radio plays something familiar A Plays something familiar Em Plays something familiar A Plays something familiar OUTRO Em A e--3--3--2--2--0--0----0-----------------------------| B--------------------3---3--2--2--3--3--4--4--5--5---| G----------------------------------------------------| D----------------------------------------------------| A----------------------------------------------------| E----------------------------------------------------| Em Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah-da-dah A Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah REPEAT UNTIL FADE III. Los Angeles, I'm Yours Originally tabbed by: JimmyB4403 INTRO C C C C Cadd2 C (x2) VERSE 1 C Cadd2 C Cadd2 Am There is a city by the sea, a gentle com - pa - ny, Asus2 Em F F G G I don't suppose you want to C Cadd2 C Cadd2 Am And as it tells its sorry tale, in harrowing detail Asus2 Em F F G G Its hollowness will haunt you CHORUS Dm Dmadd2 F Fadd2 Am Asus2 Its streets and boulevards, orphans and oligarchs it hears F Fadd2 Dm Dmadd2 A plaintive melody, truncated symphony F Fadd2 G An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore, F F G G C Los Angeles, I'm yours C C C C Cadd2 C (x4) F F G G VERSE 2 C Cadd2 C Cadd2 Am Oh ladies pleasant and demure, sallow-cheeked and sure Asus2 Em F F G G I can see your undies C Cadd2 C Cadd2 Am And all the boys you drag about, an empty fallow fount Asus2 Em F F G G From Saturdays to Mondays CHORUS Dm Dmadd2 F Fadd2 Am Asus2 You hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers down at heel F Fadd2 Dm Dmadd2 This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing F Fadd2 G A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above F F G G C Los Angeles my love BRIDGE C C C C Cadd2 C (x2) C C# D7M C#m D7M C#m C#m Eb E D D Bm Bsus2 F#m G G A A Oh what a rush of ripe elan, languor on divans, dalliant and dainty D Dsus2 D Dsus2 Bm But oh the smell of burnt cocaine, the dolor and decay Bsus2 F#m G G A A It only makes me cranky CHORUS Dm Dmadd2 F Fsus2 Am Asus2 Am Oh great calamity, ditch of iniquity and tears F Fsus2 Dm Dmadd2 How I abhor this place, its sweet and bitter taste F Fsus2 G Has left me wretched, retching on all fours F F G G C Los Angeles, I'm yours OUTRO F F G G C Los Angeles, I'm yours F F G G C Los Angeles, I'm yours F F G G C F F G G C IV. The Gymnast, High Above The Ground INTRO e|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| B|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|-------4-4-------4-4-------4-4-------4-4---------2-2-------2-2-------2-2-------2-2--| A|---2---------2---------2---------2-----------0---------0---------0---------0--------| E|-3---3-----3---3-----3---3-----3---3-------3---3-----3---3-----3---3-----3---3------| e|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| B|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|-------0-0-------0-0-------0-0-------0-0---------0-0-------0-0-------0-0-------0-0--| A|---2---------2---------2---------2-----------2---------2---------2---------2--------| E|-3---3-----3---3-----3---3-----3---3-------3---3-----3---3-----3---3-----3---3------| (x1, then with lyrics) VERSE 1 The gymnast, high above the ground, Limbers up and falls tender down Ankles splayed and all tied The gymnast long has arrived VERSE 2 Lazy, your long sister lays Waiting out this long light brigade Prayed for snow a long time And lately, it long has arrived CHORUS C G Through the tarlatan holes, you've been slipping, been slipping away (la dee dum da) C G And the weather will hold, its been ever so, ever so gray (la dee dum da) Em G C Cm Em And here as we're coming down, we're sounding out, it's a terrible, terrible tide G C As it lights upon your eye Em G C Cm Em But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade, it's a chemical, chemical kind G C Am C As it lights upon your eye, lights upon your eye SOLO e|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| B|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|-------4-4-------4-4-------4-4-------4-4---------2-2-------2-2-------2-2-------2-2--| A|---2---------2---------2---------2-----------0---------0---------0---------0--------| E|-3---3-----3---3-----3---3-----3---3-------3---3-----3---3-----3---3-----3---3------| e|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| B|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|-------0-0-------0-0-------0-0-------0-0---------0-0-------0-0-------0-0-------0-0--| A|---2---------2---------2---------2-----------2---------2---------2---------2--------| E|-3---3-----3---3-----3---3-----3---3-------3---3-----3---3-----3---3-----3---3------| VERSE 3 The bosun calls upon the quay Compass gone, he long has lost his way To lighthouse shine, to calm tide The bosun long has arrived CHORUS C G Through the tarlatan holes, you've been slipping, been slipping away (la dee dum da) C G And the weather will hold, its been ever so, ever so gray (la dee dum da) Em G C Cm Em And here as we're coming down, we're sounding out, it's a terrible, terrible tide G C As it lights upon your eye Em G C Cm Em But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade, it's a chemical, chemical kind G C Am C As it lights upon your eye, lights upon your eye OUTRO Em G C (x2) Em Em/F# G G/B C (x4) A - pril marches on... C V. The Bachelor and The Bride Originally tabbed by: Unregistered CAPO 1 VERSE 1 Em A There's a wrinkle, in the water D C7M Where we laid our, first daughter Em A C7M B7 And I think the wind blows so sweetly there, over there VERSE 2 Em A And the windows, and the cinders D C7M And the willows, in the timbers Em A C7M B7 The infernal rattling of the rain, still remains CHORUS Em B Em But I, said the bachelor to the bride B C Am not waiting for tonight, G A No, I, I will box your ears B7 Em And leave you here stripped bare Em A D C7M Stripped bare... VERSE 3 Em A Hear the corncrakes, and the deer hooves D C7M And the sleet rain on the slate roof Em A C7M B7 A medallion locked inside her hands, in her hands VERSE 4 Em A And his fingers, are they telling D C7M Of the barren of her belly Em A C7M B7 Do his calluses cure her furrowed brow, even now CHORUS Em B Em But I, said the bachelor to the bride B C Am not waiting for tonight, G A No, I, I will box your ears B7 Em And leave you here stripped bare, Em A D C7M Em A D C7M Stripped bare, stripped bare, stripped bare OUTRO Em B Em But I, said the bachelor to the bride B C Am not waiting for tonight, G A No, I, I will box your ears C And take your tears A C Em A D C7M And leave you, leave you here, stripped bare Em A D C7M (x2) Em VI. Song for Myla Goldberg Originally tabbed by: ponyjohn VERSE 1 D G D G Myla Goldberg sets a steady hand upon her brow D G D G Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside down PRE-CHORUS D G It comes around, it comes around D G It comes around, it comes around D G It comes around, it comes around D G It comes around, it comes around VERSE 2 D G D G Pretty hands do pretty things when pretty times arise D G D G Seraphim and seaweed swim where stick-limbed Myla lies PRE-CHORUS D G It comes around, it comes around D G It comes around, it comes around D G It comes around, it comes around D G It comes around, it comes around CHORUS A G D A Still know you're waiting to grow Em G A Inside you're old G D Sew wings to your pigeon toes Em Put paper to pen G To spell out "Eliza" VERSE 3 D G D G We begin with sticky shins, make sticky then our shoes D G D G Shoes beget to clothes and hat until sticky's sticking too PRE-CHORUS D G Finiculi finicula finiculi finicula D G Finiculi finicula finiculi finicula D G Finiculi finicula finiculi finicula D G Finiculi finicula finiculi finicula VERSE 4 D G D G Listen in as shin-kicked Jim relates his story sad D G D G About a boy who kicked until his shins were all but rubber bands BRIDGE But now D G I know New York, I need New York D G I know I need unique New York D G I know New York, I need New York D G I know I need unique New York CHORUS A G D A Still know you're waiting to grow Em G A Inside you're old G D Sew wings to your pigeon toes Em Put paper to pen G To spell out "Eliza" OUTRO D Eliza, Eliza, Eliza It comes around, it comes around, it comes around VII. The Soldiering Life VERSE 1 D C# Ambling madly all over the town D The call to arms you likened to a whisper C# I likened to a radio. D C# You were a brickbat, a Bowery tough, D So rough they culled you from a cartoon. C# Pulled out of your pantaloons. CHORUS A Ab But you, my brother in arms, F#m E I'd rather I'd lose my limbs than let you come to harm. A Ab But you, my bombazine doll F#m E The bullets may singe your skin and the mortars may fall. A E But I have never felt so much light F#m D Than tonight, huddled in the trenches, A Gazing on the battlefield. E Our rifles blaze away. G D We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh VERSE 2 D C# Corporal Bradley of regiment five D In proud array, standing by the bathing C# Soldiers and the stevedores. D C# We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep D Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civies C# Cradled in our dungarees. CHORUS A Ab But you, my brother in arms, F#m E I'd rather I'd lose my limbs than let you come to harm. A Ab But you, my bombazine doll F#m E The bullets may singe your skin and the mortars may fall. A E But I have never felt so much light F#m D Than tonight, huddled in the trenches, A Gazing on the battlefield. E Our rifles blaze away. G D We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh OUTRO G D We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh A E We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh Oh G D We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh VIII. Red Right Ankle Originally tabbed by: JimmyB4430 CAPO 5 INTRO (D/F# G)x4 D/F# G This is the story of your red right ankle, D/F# G And how it came to meet your leg D/F# G And how the muscle bone and sinews tangled, D/F# G And how the skin was softly shed CHORUS Em A And how it whispered, oh, adhere to me, Em A For we are bound by symmetry Em A And whatever differences our lives have been, D G G D/F# We together make a limb Em A D/F# G D/F# G This is the story of your red right ankle VERSE 2 D/F# G This is the story of your gypsy uncle, D/F# G You never knew 'cause he was dead D/F# G And how his face was carved and ripped with wrinkles, D/F# G In the picture in your head CHORUS Em A And remember how you found the key, Em A To his hideout in the Pyrenees Em A But you wanted to keep his secret safe, D G G D/F# So you threw the key away Em A D/F# G D/F# G This is the story of your gypsy uncle BRIDGE Em A Asus4 A Em A Asus4 A D/F# G (x2) VERSE 3 D/F# G This is the story of the boys who loved you, D/F# G Who love you now and loved you then D/F# G And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you, D/F# G And some just laid around in bed CHORUS Em A And had crumbled you straight to your knees, Em A Did it cruel did it tenderly Em A And some had crawled their way into your heart, D G G D/F# To rend your ventricles apart Em A G/B G/B Asus4 G G D/F# Em This is the story of the boys who loved you OUTRO Em A G This is the story of your red right ankle IX. The Chimbley Sweep Originally tabbed by: khabok CAPO 4 VERSE 1 Em B7 I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep Am No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet Em B7 Upon the rooftops in dead of night Am Em You'll hear me cry, I'll shake you from your sleep CHORUS G To hear me weep D C "Your day will come indeed Em G C Am For I am a poor and a wretched boy Em B7 Em A chimbley chimbley sweep." VERSE 2 Em B7 I am an orphan, an orphan boy Am I've known no love, I've seen no mother's joy Em B7 A dirty doorstep my cradle laid Am Em My fortune's made: I'll shake you from your sleep CHORUS G To hear me weep D C "Your day will come indeed. Em G C Am For I am a poor and a wretched boy Em B7 Em A chimbley, chimbley sweep." VERSE 3 Em B7 "O lonely urchin!" the widow cried Am "I've not been swept since the day my husband died." Em B7 Her cheeks a blushing, her legs laid bare Am Em And shipwrecked there I'll shake you from your sleep CHORUS G To hear me weep D C "Your day will come indeed. Em G C Am For I am a poor and a wretched boy Em B7 Em A chimbley chimbley sweep." OUTRO Em G C Am For I am a poor and a wretched boy Em B7 Em A chimbley chimbley sweep." X. I Was Meant For The Stage Originally tabbed by: fruitloof VERSE 1 C I was meant for the stage, F C I was meant for the curtain. C C7M9 Am Am7/G I was meant to tread these boards, F C Of this much I am certain. VERSE 2 C I was meant for the crowd, F C I was meant for the shouting. C C7M9 Am Am7/G I was meant to raise these hands F C G With quiet all about me. oh, oh. VERSE 3 C Mother, please, be proud. F C Father, be forgiving. C C7M9 Am Am7/G Even though you told me 'Son, F C G You'll never make a living.' oh, oh. CHORUS G F From the floorboards to the fly, C Here I was fated to reside. G And as I take my final bow, C Was there ever any doubt? F And as the spotlights fade away, C And you're escorted through the foyer, G You will resume your callow ways, C But I was meant for the stage. VERSE 4 C The heaven's at my door. F C Intended my for stardom. C C7M9 Am Am7/G Rays of light shined down on me F C And all my sins were pardoned. VERSE 5 C I was meant for applause. F I was meant for derision. C C7M9 Am Am7/G Nothing short of faded self has F C G Affected my decision. oh, oh. CHORUS G F From the floorboards to the fly, C Here I was fated to reside. G And as I take my final bow, C Was there ever any doubt? F And as the spotlights fade away, C And you're escorted through the foyer, G You will resume your callow ways, C But I was meant for the stage. XI. As I Rise INTRO D C VERSE 1 G I have come a few miles. G I got blisters on my slippered feet D C As I rise, as I ri-ise. VERSE 2 G California's ok. G But I think I might stay in the shade D C For a while, for a whi-ile. G D C VERSE 3 G Ladybug, ladybird G You're the prettiest song I heard D C In a while, in a whi-ile. OUTRO G D C La di dah, la dah, la di dah dah dah la dah, la la la, la dah dah-ah G D C G END OF HER MAJESTY THE DECEMBERISTS Thank you! Please rate this tab, leave comments, or send me a private message to make this tab better!