Verse
D E A
'Cause you were always unnoticed
D E A
You were always the flame that dies,
D E A
Bastard with a flat-top singing, "The Cloud of Unknowing",
D E A
Bastard with a flat-top singing, "The flame, oh never ne-ne-ne-ne-never dies."
D E A
'Cause you were always unfocused,
D E A
Jinxing the photograph with pain in your eyes.
D E A
Bastard with a flat-top singing, "I will wait for your love, I shall wait for your love all days."
D E A
Bastard with a casket singing, "I shan't wait for her love, I shan't wait for her love."
[Chorus]
D E
'Cause you were always:
B
G saint, a flower in a glove, a night made for the raising of your glass,
A
The night's going to be a foolin' and a foolin', and still: Judith ain't sure,
A B C# B
To-il aw-ay, pray in the sand, gross out your heart,
A
The night's gonna be made for the la-la-la, but still: Judith ain't sure.
[Verse 2]
D E A
You were always unloading,
D E A
Soft on the weight of your palm and your hand.
D E A
Bastard with a passport to the old destinations,
D E A
Bastard with a map of the palm of your hand.
D E A
You were always: "Shut him out."
D E A
You were always: "Shut, shut him out."
D E A
You were always: "Shut him out."
D E A
You were always: "Shut him out."
[Chorus]
D E
You were always:
B
Sun, Dash of White Light, a night that has passed,
A
Has passed into the records of all that the little record keepers fear,
A B C# B
Dear Mary-Anne, Bastard of Light, I swept your flax bang,
A
I swept into the currents of the river, of the river where Judith ain't sure.
D E
You were always man, oh!
E Abm Dbm x2
E Abm D# A A x2
[Bridge]
E
Oh Man, and it's you, oh it's you:
Abm D# A
And did you ever ever ever think of a bad idea? Oh man, oh no no no no no no no
E
Oh man, it's you,
Abm D# A
Oh, did you ever think of a bad idea? Ooh nonononono no oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
B
'Cause the river is bad, the river is cold.
A
The river is bad, the river is cold.
B
The river is bad, the river is cold.
A
How was the King, was he sad, was he cold? x8
B
The river is bad, the river is cold. x4
B
[Outro]
B
Put your hand on my face, row away from the grief-stricken man,
Put your trust in my fate, I shall track that abrasive wasteland:
Abm
We are richer in love, richer in love, richer in love but you know:
B
You just can't have it. Whoa-ho-ho-ho! Man oh no no no no
Abm
We are richer in love, we are richer in love, we are richer in love but you know:
B
You just can't have it. Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.
A
till the end!