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Date: Thu, 25 Apr 1996 17:07:01 -0500
From: davies@ils.nwu.edu (Brian Davies)
Subject: Cowboy Junkies "Lay It Down" Album
In honor of the show at the Riviera tonight, I decided to work through the
Cowboy Junkies' latest opus, Lay It Down. Here are five complete tracks
and a couple of fragments. Annotations are in {braces}.
SOMETHING MORE BESIDES YOU by the Cowboy Junkies
I just picked out the chorus: [D] [C] [Am] [G]
A COMMON DISASTER by the Cowboy Junkies
{This is arranged for a single guitar -- they play the first bit of the
riff on the bass, and have the guitar playing the synchopated chords. For
the lines I've marked [Bb], the guitar actually stays on Cm, with the
second and fourth notes of the main bass line reversed, so that there's a
Bb bass note under the chord, but that sounds a bit weird if you're
playing it solo.}
(e) |-----------------|-----3-----3---3-|
(B) |-----------------|-----4-----4---4-| Let the last chord ring.
(G) |-----------------|-----5-----5---5-| Play twice for intro.
(D) |-----------------|-----5-----5---5-|
(A) |-----------------|-3---3-----3---3-|
(E) |-----------3-6-3-|-----------------|
1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &
[Cm] A candle burning for everything I've ever wanted.
[Cm] A tattoo burned for everything I've ever wanted and lost.
[Bb] I had a long list of names that I kept in my back pocket,
[Cm] but I've cut it down to one and your name's at the top.
[F] Won't you [Eb] share a common dis[Cm]aster
[Eb] Share with [F] me a common dis[Bb]aster
[Dm] Oh [Eb] oh, common dis[Cm]aster
[Cm] I found myself a friend, but he's crooked as a stick in water.
[Cm] So now I'm writing fairy tales to catch the spirit of revenge.
[Bb] He's got a plan to steal my little sister,
[Cm] but I'm not too concerned 'cause I will get him in the end.
Chorus
Solo on First Half Of Verse, First Line of Chorus
[Cm] Going to find me someone to share a common disaster.
[Cm] Run away with me from a life so cramped and dull.
[Bb] Not worry too much about the happily-ever-after.
[Cm] Just keep the Caddy moving 'til we're well beyond that hill.
Chorus
LAY IT DOWN by the Cowboy Junkies
{Play around with your chord voicings on this. I've been getting a good
sound playing D as x077x5 and just sliding that form up and down, so C is
x055x3, etc. You can play the second string open on the E chord, but the
rest of the time it sounds better muted. I've written the chorus as D's
on the fifth and tenth frets, but play around with that as well.}
[D] [C] [Bm] [D]
[D] [C] [Bm] [D] [F] [E] [D]
He [D] left his dead in the [C] cottonwood trees
the [Bm] ground grown too hard with the [D] years.
[D] Falling down was not what it [C] used to be
the [Bm] ground grown too hard with the [D] years. [F] [E] [D]
[D] [C] [Bm] [D]
He [D] told his children those [C] little white lies
the [Bm] truth would only para[D]lyze them. [F] [E] [D]
[D] He told himself those [C] little white lies
the [Bm] truth would only para[D]lyze him.
[Dv] Lay it [Dx] down,
[Dx] lay it [Dv] down.
[D] [C] [B] [A]
[D] [B] [A] [D]
He [D] sold most of what he [C] cherished,
the [Bm] rest he let them [D] steal. [F] [E] [D]
[D] Shot his dog out in the [C] open field
the [Bm] rest he let them [D] steal.
[D] [C] [Bm] [D] [F] [E] [D]
He [D] broke all of his [C] promises,
[Bm] under a sea green [D] sky.
[D] They never thought to [C] ask him why,
[Bm] under a sea green [D] sky.
Chorus
Solo over a drone in D
[D] Please bury me in the [C] cottonwood trees
the [Bm] ground grown too [D] cold for me.
[D] Going to sleep tonight in a [C] warm feather bed
the [Bm] ground grown too [D] cold for me.
Chorus
COME CALLING by the Cowboy Junkies
[C#m] [A] [B] [B]
[C#m] [B] [A] [A]
The [C#m] stillness here,
like what he [A] sometimes finds in[B]side her, [B]
[C#m] hits so hard it can [B] steal your breath for[A]ever. [A]
He [C#m] sometimes wonders
is the [A] sum of their lives to[B]gether [B]
[C#m] him on the floor and her [B] lost to a mind in [A] tatters. [A]
These days he's [F#] drinking for the pleasure of [A] falling
and he's [F#] falling for the pleasure of pre[A]tending
that she's [F#] sitting by the window [A] waiting
for him to come [C#m] calling. [A] [B] [B]
[C#m] [B] [A] [A]
If [C#m] I could fix me up a [A] week of twilight [B] hours [B]
we'd [C#m] sit on the point
and watch the [B] sun continually [A] flounder. [A]
[C#m] Bathed in gold we'd plug [A] into some kind of [B] power [B]
and con[C#m]nect with those days
back be[B]fore all of this went [A] sour. [A]
'Cause I'm [F#] drinking for the pleasure of [A] falling
and I'm [F#] falling for the pleasure of pre[A]tending
that you're [F#] sitting by the window [A] waiting
for me to come [C#m] calling. [A] [B] [B]
[C#m] [B] [A] [A]
[C#m] Odd how the darkness [A] always makes us [B] whisper [B]
and with the [C#m] last of the sun
you can [B] feel the approach of the [A] winter. [A]
[C#m] Now is the time of each [A] day that I
desperately [B] miss her. [B]
I sup[C#m]pose I will learn how to [B] live my life with[A]out her. [A]
So you're [F#] drinking for the pleasure of [A] falling
and you're [F#] falling for the pleasure of pre[A]tending
that I'm [F#] sitting by the window [A] waiting
for you to come [C#m] calling. [A] [C#m] [A]
for you to come [C#m] calling. [A] [C#m] [A]
for you to come [C#m] calling. [A] [C#m] [A]
for you to come [C#m] calling. [A] [C#m] [A]
JUST WANT TO SEE by the Cowboy Junkies
The verses are: [E] [E] [D] [C]
ANGEL MINE by the Cowboy Junkies
{I didn't get a chance to figure out where all the breaks go, etc., but
here are all the lyrics and chords. Stuff like the introduction and solos
should follow the same chord patterns, but listen to the recording to be
sure.}
He [C] searched for those wings that he [Am] knew
that this angel should [Em] have at her back. [Em]
And al[F]though he can't find them
he [C] really don't mind
because he [G] knows they'll grow back. [G]
And he [C] reached for that halo that he [Am] knows
that she had when she [Em] first caught his eye. [Em]
Although his [F] hand came back empty
he's [C] really not worried
because he [G] knows it still shines. [G]
[F] I can't promise that I'll [G] grow those wings
or [C] keep this tarnished [G] halo [F] shined
but I'll [F] never betray your [G] trust
angel [C] mine. [C]
I [C] search all the time on the [Am] ground
for our shadows [Em] cast side by side. [Em]
[F] Just to remind me that I [C] haven't gone crazy
that you ex[G]ist and are mine. [G]
And I [C] know that your skin is as [Am] warm and as real
as that [Em] smile in your eyes. [Em]
But I [F] have to keep touching and [C] smelling
and tasting for [G] fear it's all lies. [G]
Chorus
[C] Last night I awoke from the [Am] deepest of sleeps
with your [Em] voice in my head. [Em]
And I could [F] tell by your breathing
that [C] you were still sleeping
I re[G]peated those words that you had said. [G]
Chorus
SPEAKING CONFIDENTIALLY by the Cowboy Junkies
{Each chord in the main riff gets two beats except for the last pair,
where the A is a bit longer and the G#m is really just a grace note back
into the riff.}
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] [F#m] [G#m] [A] [G#m]
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] [F#m] [G#m] [A] [G#m]
[C#m] Speaking [A] confi[B]dentially [G#m]
[A] the fire that [F#m] burnt in[G#m]side of [A] me [G#m]
[C#m] has turned to [A] ash the [B] tortured [G#m] tree
[A] that grows be[F#m]side the [G#m] anguished [A] sea. [G#m]
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] Speaking [F#m] confi[G#m]dentially. [A] [G#m]
[C#m] Speaking [A] meta[B]phorical[G#m]ly
[A] the earth I [F#m] trust be[G#m]neath my [A] feet [G#m]
[C#m] is moving [A] now ever [B] so slight[G#m]ly
[A] I shift my [F#m] feet but [G#m] feel no re[A]lief. [G#m]
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] Speaking [F#m] meta[G#m]phorically. [A] [G#m]
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] [F#m] [A] [G#m] <-- {the violin line is slightly
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] [F#m] [A] [G#m] different from the intro riff}
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] [F#m] [G#m] [A] [G#m]
[C#m] Speaking [A] hypo[B]thetically [G#m]
[A] if the air you [F#m] breathed was [G#m] so u[A]nique [G#m]
[C#m] would you [A] use it up to [B] idly [G#m] speak
[A] or horde it [F#m] for a [G#m] rainy [A] week. [G#m]
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] Speaking [F#m] hypo[G#m]thetically. [A] [G#m]
[C#m] Speaking [A] kind of [B] cryptically [G#m]
[A] the sea that [F#m] raged be[G#m]side the [A] tree [G#m]
[C#m] burning [A] bright for [B] all to [G#m] see
[A] it just might [F#m] mean the [G#m] most to [A] me. [G#m]
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] Speaking [F#m] kind of [G#m] cryptically. [A] [G#m]
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] [F#m] [A] [G#m]
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] [F#m] [A] [G#m]
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] [F#m] [G#m] [A] [G#m]
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] [F#m] [G#m] [A] [G#m]
[C#m] [A] [B] [G#m] [A] [F#m] [G#m] [A] [G#m]
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