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