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