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She Just Blew Me Away
04:19
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There’s a dent in my head where the drunks took a shy, there’s a part of my tail thinks it’s gotta be a fly
Optimistic guy with a shakedown suit, face first in the bar without the aid of a chute
Got a plate in his head attracting airborne metal splinters, mixed up in the mess of confused petal fingers
She got me with her eyes and as her hand held mine, exploding tiny clusters say the world is thine.
She just blew me away
Somewhere in this head is a plate of buzzing knaves attracted to the canteen in the gaping open graves
Solo to Mars and back behind the moon, space between my ears and into orbit too soon
She just blew me away
On the other side of town with yet more airborne metal splinters, mixed up in the mess of confused petal fingers
She got me with her eyes and as her hand held mine, exploding tiny clusters say the world is thine.
She just blew me away
I guess this is the end seldom friend, I guess this the broken voodoo trend
She said I think it’s has gone as far as it can go, she had no idea I’d been further than drifting planets flow . . . . . She just blew me away. . . . . . . . .
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Cruel Set of Shades
03:00
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He could see the Knights of Babylon
through crystal crimson lenses
The towering vista put upon
to hell my love with you
With Gold frame aviators
he flew the payload to the east
with general pips and epaulets
he flushed the fighting nationalists
He got a cruel set of shades
god of the urban everglades
He got a cruel set of shades
even when the lighting fades
Born with soulless piggy eyes
he took to wearing jet black frames
he watched the girls without them seeing
one day he jumped from the balcony
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Gothic Urban Blues
04:32
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Hey Mister, things just got acuter, drive me to the ocean where the scene drops forever
Take me to the last place where there’s any fun, take me to casino in the sky
Stick a flat-hod of tokens in my hand, and get Lady Sorrows to tell my fortune
Put me in the penthouse of the shifting sands and drop ten grand on curled up lip
CHORUS
E C#m A
Take me to the top of the Gothic heights; take me to the breathless
C
altitude tower
Way up in the world on the wings of spacecraft, and looking down to the insects below.
Tighten the bolts and oil the gears, let’s see what this baby can do?
Strap yourself in and get your camera out and on and on to the Gothic Urban Blues.
Hey something’s just got loose; I can feel the whole joke changing as we speak
But did you lie to the fortune teller? made it up to sugar coat the world
Crack house and exhaust fumes in my lungs, half the smell of the street hustler dream
Put me in the barrel that goes over the falls and bet I don’t come out on the other side
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Painted Ocean
02:57
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Painted Ocean Fm/C7/A#7
Fm
I’m one step from the ocean. Swallowed like a fish
There’s a mass of water, to be a tsunami
C7
And inside of this vast box of water
and inside this great box of trash . . . . . .there’s only you.
On a painted Ocean. Coloured blues and grays
With my head above the water, the ships gone down
Well inside this endless departing
and inside this bucket of brine . . . . .there’s only you
A#7
And when the dirty nights wash through me, like an unconnected blight
And when it’s only Thursday night, when it should be Christmas/Judgement day . . . . there’s only you x2
If I could sail far away, I’d sail ‘cross the clouds
Away from the drink and the ocean I think
Like a Painted ocean, on a painted planet . . . . . there’s only you.
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5. |
Infinite Dust
04:24
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G Em
Infinite tracks on the dust route west
Bm D
This heaven lacks the devil knows best
Single engine in the jet stream sky
Double sloe Gin like a dream I spy
C Am
Out of the house and out of my head
C D
Out of the city to the land of the dead
Decisions and divisions here on the way down
To the flooded mine and the last gasped noun
Flying high and buying time
To the vanishing point and the faint white line
Out of the house and out of my head Out of the city to the land of the dead
(INST [2] + CHORUS)
Darkness dissolved by the stars at night
And the far headlights of cars turning right
Leading you off and leading you on
To the infinite tracks where the dust route’s gone?
Out of the house and out of my head Out of the city to the land of the dead
Refrain: Infinite Dust on the way out west, infinite Dust in the land of the dead
Intro/V1/Ch/V2/Ch/inst/Ch/V3/Ch/inst/Ch/ return to intro which is also outro (3+ mins)
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6. |
Black Rain
04:31
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Chords ; Gm/A/Dm F/G/Dm
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Sideways Shuffle
03:15
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Sideways shuffle (Adim7th)
Please Uncle, take away the pain
I’ve feasted with the panthers dancing in the rain
Don’t help me, I’m stood below the sign
I’ve stumbled in the counting house I’m witness to the crime
Oh Uncle, mendacity’s all the same
I’ve tried to keep conspicuous but now they know my name
I’m caught . . and my explanation stammers
Just a little tack and all around are hammers
Oh, Oh Oh Oh, Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh!
I’m taking a sideways shuffle yeah! all the way down
I’m on a sideways shuffle to the bottom of the pit.
(Falling down stairs piano instrumental)
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8. |
Man In a Bar
03:12
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D5
The man, he’s arguing loudly with himself, and he’s looking at the liquor on the shelf Gm
But it’s darker than the innards of a drunk
D5
Sick from all the gasoline he’s sunk A
It’s on the house, it’s on a tab, it’s on the bar D5
Like a bent crab serving ether to your ma
Man sits and wonders why he’s all alone, And looks to see if anyone has a phone
Sends a message to the prisoners in the sink
Sodden from the marinade and stink
It’s a late drink; it’s a shining northern star
And you’re served by a crustacean at the bar
You could say he’s arguing loudly with himself,
He’s still looking at the liquor on the shelf
And it’s darker than the innards of a sot
Sick from all the gasoline gut rot
It’s on the house, it’s on a tab, it’s on the bar
A bent crab serving ether to your ma
Man toasts the very men who want him dead as he feels the evening burning in his head
Raising glasses and victorious salutes
As he chugs back whiskey sours from a flute
He walks into the street without a sigh
Sun rises in the sky, it’s time to die
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9. |
Disappearing
04:35
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Disappearing D /D7G/Gm/D . . . .Em/A . . . D/E7/G/D
D D7 D7+C
She drives a car into the sea; it was a gift from someone hateful
G Gm D
She has friends and enemies they’re all the same
She has bankers she has lovers castigated from the hymn sheet
And she’s learnt to keep them safely in a hole
Em A
But she grows so very tired of the favours and the debts,
She spending all her efforts on a case of disappearing
Along the shore below the cliffs into the cavern of the night,
Counting out the time by ebbs and flows into the light
Into the sea into the drink like a stick into some ink,
She’ll scrawl out a name a stretched out waiting game
She feels the pain the list of names; the very weight adjusts her aim
Like a hitman in her pocket’s sticky stain
But she grows so very tired of the favours and the debts,
She spending all her efforts on a case of disappearing
Along the shore below the cliffs into the cavern of the night,
And out into the days to a waiting limousine.
(Inst +Chorus then refrain)
D E7 G D
She’s a case of Disappearing and out into the night x4
She drives a car out to the coast; it was a gift from someone hopeful
She had friends and enemies they’re all the same
Now she waits it’s any day now, a different sunset every evening
And she’s learnt to keep them safely in her heart
D E7 G D
She’s a case of Disappearing and out into the night x4
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10. |
Into The Storm
03:41
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Into the Storm Gm/Cm+9/D7 . . .Eb/D7/Gm . . . . Gm/Cm/D7/Gm
Verse 1
Gm Cm+9
I got to put my things in order
Gm D7
I got to make sense of Affairs
I got to answer to the knock on my door
A hand with a fist and on my failing heart
Bridge
Eb D7
How, How, How, How, How
Gm
Do you close your eyes at night?
How, How, How, How, How
Do you sleep in the Storm?
Eb D7
With the door blown clean of its hinges
Gm D7
I’ll say good night
Chorus Gm/Cm+9/D7/Gm
Into the Storm . . . .x4
Verse 2
Storm’s blown down the power and the Wi-Fi
Making my life a little harder
It’s been raining from the very day I was born
Storm surge into a coffin shaped pool.
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Harry Stafford Manchester, UK
Harry Stafford is guitarist and singer of post-punk-blues-Gothic-rockers Inca Babies. The incas were formed in Manchester UK., in the 80s. In 2015 he decided to release some solo material that echoes his love of Blues Piano and barroom ballads. But 30 years with the incas meant it wasn’t going to be as musically simplistic as that. Guitar Shaped Hammers and Gothic Urban Blues are the result. ... more
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