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by Brooke Abbey

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1.
02:29
I will sit in my throne, though it's long overgrown Am D Am D With briar and morning glory Am D If you come to me there, I'll braid leaves in your hair Am D Am D And tell you my autumn-leaf story Am D It's a story of candles, a story of roads Am D Of travelling there and then back home again Am G E It's a story of princes who turn in to toads Am D A story of sea-water witches and pain Am D E I recall well the grace of his unseeing face In the days when he wooed me with kindness There were hints there to see of the tyrant he'd be But my loving partook of his blindness His land still sleeps darkly, his black mountains loom But my forest is softened by blossoms and bloom His riders of nightmare still blow their old horns But to Michael's black sky constellations are born When my daughter broke free, I saw nothing for me But to serve mercy's cup to his lost pawns But the night, come what May, must at last yield to Daye And his dark spell lies sundered in the dawn My rank I will count as a sickness now cured My love was a swamp whose foul waters run pure My name's now unvarnished by titles it wore And I'm free now from riding as Michael's bound whore I will sit in my throne, though it's long overgrown With briar and morning glory If you come to me there, I'll braid leaves in your hair And tell you my autumn-leaf story
2.
02:09
I am the white bird, the milk-white of ermine Amsus4 Am Amsus4 Am I'll cure or condemn you by looking -- or not Amsus4 Am E E7 My gaze is a wild and a fey madman's sermon Amsus4 Am Amsus4 Am It cannot be taken, it cannot be bought Amsus4 Am E Am I the white dawn of august Am the pale noon of winter Cadd9 the robe of the virgin D the shroud of the corpse E7 I the lily-white, Amsus4 frost-white Am the bone-white Amsus4 the chalk-white Am the rice-white Amsus4 the pus-white Am Caladrius bird Amadd9 Am I the lily-white, Amsus4 frost-white Am the bone-white Amsus4 the chalk-white Am the rice-white Amsus4 the pus-white Am Caladrius bird Amadd9 Am Amadd9 Am If I look I will draw into my heart your illness Amsus4 Am Amsus4 Am And heavily laden fly off to the sun Amsus4 Am E E7 And linger there burning in fiery stillness Amsus4 Am Amsus4 Am Until heart, until self, until sickness are done Amsus4 Am E Am I the unblemished teacup Am the skull that says poison Cadd9 the fair apple blossom D the bleached desert bones E7 I the cloud-white, Amsus4 the snow-white Am the lamb-white Amsus4 the tooth-white Am the egg-white Amsus4 the swan-white Am Caladrius bird Amadd9 Am I the cloud-white, Amsus4 the snow-white Am the lamb-white Amsus4 the tooth-white Am the egg-white Amsus4 the swan-white Am Caladrius bird Amadd9 Am Amadd9 Am Can you imagine what impulse compels me? Amsus4 Am Amsus4 Am I'll tell you that there is not choice but desire Amsus4 Am E E7 For when I hear calling my lover, the banshee Amsus4 Am Amsus4 Am Then I am a pool that's extinguished by fire Amsus4 Am E Am I the white hair of wisdom Am the dandelion's seed-clock Cadd9 the spray of the rapids D the pallor of death E7 I the cotton-white, Amsus4 eye-white Am the milk-white Amsus4 the dove-white Am the ice-white Amsus4 the moon-white Am Caladrius bird Amadd9 Am I the cotton-white, Amsus4 eye-white Am the milk-white Amsus4 the dove-white Am the ice-white Amsus4 the moon-white Am Caladrius bird Amadd9 Am Amadd9 Am
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Summer's light is warm and bright and dense G - - Dm and covers you as butter covers bread, as a quilt enfolds a bed Dm C Gsus4 - G In its thick embrace you cannot sense G - - Dm How rare and fine, how far away, are things that aren't in front of you today Dm C Dm C G But we stand on the horizon casting shadows G Gadd9 Dm C And dance on distant walls we never thought that we could reach G Gadd9 Dm C We stand on the horizon casting shadows G Gadd9 Dm C Reciting soaring poems in the ravens' rusty speech G Gadd9 Dm C We stand on the horizon casting shadows G Gadd9 Dm C And dance the kind of wandering a questing heart will teach Dm C Gsus4 G Gsus4 C Winter's light cannot replace a fire For winter's touch is pale and loose and thin, is a cold and bitter wind But winter's light ignites an inner pyre For it strikes you from the side, and shadows in your heart may leap astride We stand on the horizon casting shadows And dance on distant walls we never knew that we could reach We stand on the horizon casting shadows Reciting soaring poems in the ravens' rusty speech We stand on the horizon casting shadows And dance the kind of wandering a questing heart will teach I have loved the summer's radiant gleam But when a lover reaches for my hand, I lead them to the frozen lands For shadows meeting join without a seam And mere absence cannot part what is joined in winter's shadowed heart We stand on the horizon casting shadows And dance on distant walls we never knew that we could reach We stand on the horizon casting shadows Reciting soaring poems in the ravens' rusty speech We stand on the horizon casting shadows And dance the kind of wandering a questing heart will teach
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Let me through, let me through, oh you cruel blood-brain barrier Am Am D Am My true love waits for me on your farther side Am Am G D I long to be near her, to hold and to marry her Am Am D Am But cannot pass through, being bulky and wide Am G G D No I cannot pass o'er to the land of my bride Am G E Am I was counted a marvel the day I was made Am D D Am A histamine blocker that could not sedate Am D D Am But the armour that grants me such focus has laid Am D D Am On my shoulders a sorrow I can't tolerate Am D D Am Like my forebears I fit as a key fits a lock Any H1 receptor; that part is unchanged But the bulk shackled to me has forever blocked Me from reaching my lady who dwells in the brain Let me through... The peripheral H1 receptors are many You may think I should court one of them for a wife But you'll never find one who's the match of my lady Though you search through the bloodsteam for all your half-life Her innocent beauty must count as deceptive For her sedative power all men recognize I know could I reach her she would be receptive There's no other lass I will antagonize Let me through... Parted from her I can only know torment And be mournful and wretched while my love is denied If you cannot open for even a moment Your capillary curtain, I surely must die I will seek without flinching the great portal vein And come all untimely to where we're all fated Let the enzymes hepatic make end to my pain No more to roam plasma-bound, unconjugated Let me through...
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(free) 04:43
In the cubes of North America, the workforce sits in chairs Em Cmaj7 They do some work, within reason, between rounds of solitaire Em Cmaj7 With furtive glances bossward, hands caught in the cookie jar Am Em They chat to one another undetected by HR Am B7 B7 It is said they passed up stressful jobs to live as simple clerks Em Cmaj7 And in their sheltered cubicles it's true they seldom work Em Cmaj7 But devote themselves to matters of ephemeral import Am Em As long as IT hasn't found and blocked MSN's port Am B7 B7 So tell me, bored explorer, as you work while half-asleep C Em With the sound-card disconnected to disguise the tell-tale beep C B7 B7 Is the content work-related, or a simple waste of time? Em C Do the sentences you type compete in depth with nursery rhymes? Am B7 Was there said a word of interest? Do you struggle to recall? C Em Do the words on instant messenger tell you anything at all? Am B7 B7 Em Cmaj7 There's an automatic chronicle, transcribing every word Of the silent conversations that no boss has ever heard And you'd do well to delete it if you would like to avoid An awkward conversation where you end up unemployed And can we slack-apologists whose paycheques go unearned Master strange new job skills that our mothers never learned Can you act like you are busy while exchanging idle gab? Do your fingers linger nervously above both alt and tab? So tell me, bored explorer... If you value productivity, it seems a bitter curse The slowly-rusting list of tasks whose progress is reversed Past and future job reviews assailed with sudden guilt Reflecting on the money that they've paid for time you've killed If challenged to explain our motivation we can't say What drives us to type messages for half our working day Yet inanity entrances; we return as one compelled To a world of aimless chatter, lowercase and poorly spelled So tell me, bored explorer...
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I'd like to be a felon on the ten most wanted list C G C C7 I haven't yet decided what great crime I should commit F F C G I could steal a battleship or tap the whitehouse phone F F C F The secret service would make sure I never was alone F C G7 C It's just so nice when someone knows your name F C And special agents track you down F And people pay to have you drowned C G I mean, it's nice when someone knows your name G C I'd like to be the answer to a Sunday crossword clue And people would write in to Mr. Shortz to say “How could you?” “We puzzlers like a challenge, we puzzlers like to think,” “But this one was so obvious, we wrote the name in ink.” It's just so nice when someone knows your name And your birthday party's headline news And papparazzi follow you I mean, it's nice when someone knows your name I'd like to be the first name in the phone directory book So lonely telemarketers would not have far to look And frat boys whose fine motor skills have been dissolved by beer Won't find it overtaxing to breathe heav'ly in my ear It's just so nice when someone knows your name And writes it on the flimsy walls Of ill-reputed bathroom stalls I mean, it's nice when someone knows your name I'd like for some religious sect to think I was their god It would be such a comfort as through lonely life I plod For somedays you're the statue, and somedays you're the pigeon But someone always loves you when you've got your own religion It's just so nice when someone knows your name And you have a jewel-encrusted crown And minions follow you around I mean, it's nice when someone knows your name
7.
01:41
I make my home between the ocean and the graveyard E Bm E And as I fall asleep one ear hears the quiet of the harbour Esus4 E Esus4 E And one ear hears a silence more profound Esus4 E B I make my home between the dockyards and the taverns E Bm E And prostitutes patrol between, and pigeons linger overhead Esus4 E Esus4 E And heroin and rice roll up on shore Esus4 E B My home is dressed in sheets of corrugated metal E Bm E And stucco made of broken glass coats timbers brittle with the years Esus4 E Esus4 E Of drinking gloom and fog in to their bones Esus4 E B But when the sun slips through the clouds and makes the gutters shine like diamonds E Am E Then every rusted chain-link fence encloses pieces of my heart Am E B And every oil-stained patch of asphalt, every faded blue tarpaulin E Am E Every rat's nest on the seawall, every traffic cone bleached yellow Am E Am E Every splintered alley gateway overrun with morning glory Esus4 E Esus4 E Reminds me why I'll never leave my town E Bm E Reminds me why I'll never leave my town E Bm E
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01:23
The martinizer's art Am A Has freed me from my doubts Am A And lifted the stain from my heart Am A They got the mustard out E Am I never thought that they could D A I thought that hot dog had marked me for good D A I didn't relish the thought D A Of an eternal yellow polka-dot E The martinizer's art Has freed me from my doubts And lifted the stain from my heart They got the mustard out I want to shout out my praise Somebody give that drycleaner a raise Friends, you know what to do When your sins ketchup to you The martinizer's art Has freed me from my doubts And lifted the stain from my heart They got the mustard out
9.
D Bb C D You have found the key to my heart D Bb D I'll have to have the locks changed now Bb A Thanks pal.
10.
mystery crows swooping down on the pavement Am D steal buttons & bows for their mystery clothes Am G D mystery crows in unavian raiment Am D don't grace us with any expository prose Am G D So with every new garment their mystery grows Am G G6 Am mystery crows dressed in shining apparel Am D is there some enticement that I can propose? Am G D can I tempt you with diamonds, or rubies, or beryls Am D to pause in your scavenging drive to disclose Am G D the purpose behind your bizarre new-made hose Am G G6 Am mystery crows do not answer my questions Am D o corvus corax do you think we are foes? Am G D mystery crows I mean you no aggression Am D I'd never oppose any garb that you chose Am G D I just wonder what fancy inspires these shows Am G G6 Am mystery crows cock their heads at me queerly Am D as if with one will, the whole murder arose Am G D mystery crows fly away, but they leave me Am D the answer they chose: one pale winter rose Am G Bm drifting silently downward as soft the wind blows Am G G6 Am
11.
Stargate Command, have you put down your coffee? F Bb Are you sitting down and sedate? C F For I must announce an exciting discovery F Bb From our latest trip through the gate C F It's a planet with a forest! See I told you - exciting and new And not just any old forest! Like the last three hundred and seventy two I know what you're thinking, this is all so familiar They just dialed the wrong place to explore But I think when you've heard my next startling disclosure You'll know we can't have been there before! There's a village - in the forest! It has hastily-made wooden shacks And, sir, you aren't going to believe this - They have papier maché artifacts! On that planet - with a forest! It's as novel as novel can be It's not just any old forest Like the last three hundred and seventy three! You know, I am starting to have my suspicions That we're not in a new galaxy Though this planet we went to was at a new address Your initials are carved in that tree On that planet - with a forest! Who could ask for anything more? It's not just any old forest Like the last three hundred and seventy four It's a planet, with a forest! Proving that novelty thrives It's not just any old forest Like the last three hundred and seventy five
12.
Birds have flocks and ponies have socks G G7 The surface of the moon has craters and pocks C C7 Cars have shocks and mobsters have glocks G E7 Mutual funds have large-cap stocks D D7 But the giant squid G The giant squid C Cm The giant squid has not. G Cdim C D7 G No, the giant squid has nothing his own B Em But the icy depths he prowls alone B Em And if he looses a sad squid moan B Em C It's lost in the murk of the deep G C Where only the giant squid sleep D7 G Jewelers have clocks and doors have locks Highschool football teams have jocks Boats have docks and toddlers have blocks, Vulcanologists have igneous rocks But the giant squid The giant squid The giant squid has not. A squid's possessions do not exist His inventory is an empty list His economic model isn't capitalist That invisible hand can't reach A mile below the nearest beach A hound has a fox and farmers have cocks Pedestrian crossings have a signal for "walk" Climbers have chalk, butter has a crock Schrodinger's cat has a hazardous box But the giant squid The giant squid The giant squid has not. But there's one detail I've swept under the rug For tentacles wiggling like excitable slugs Are the features of a creature who was built to... hug! So if you dive in to the blue A giant squid might have... you. Bagels have lox and sed has awk Fastidious painters are sure to have smocks Ladies have frocks and gardens have phlox A CDC research lab has samples of pox But the giant squid The giant squid The giant squid has not.
13.
Yesterday's tomorrow is today, D Am Today's tomorrow is tomorrow Am G Tomorrow's tomorrow is also tomorrow G A Time stops tomorrow A D Wait. Yesterday's tomorrow is today, D Am Tomorrow's yesterday is today, Am G Today's today's today, which is to say G A Today is here to stay A D Wait. Yesterday's tomorrow is today D Am But only yesterday it was today Am G So yesterday is tomorrow G A Have I got that right? A Bm Why do my tenses go astray? Bm Bb I should move somewhere away Bb D From that tacky tourist tower D A And its time-unwinding power A Bm The space needle stabs the sky Bm Bb And the surface of space time Bb D The dead rise from the grave and rejoice D A My bubble-gum stays eternally moist A Bm And it's so hard to keep it straight Bm Bb Am I too early or too late? Bb D Am I dead or somehow still young? D A Has this song already been sung? A Bm Bb A So Yesterday's tomorrow is today D Am Look, that's all I'm going to say Am G G A A D
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You tell me it's the age of miracles, of wonders, marvels, feats G Gsus4 G D Em You say "Consider life for cavemen - now does not your life seem sweet?" Em Cadd9 G D Em I take my cherry penicillin in my space-age plastic spoon Em B G You're counting blessings for me while I'm counting footprints on the moon G Am D Em And the count leaves me unsatisfied; I want there to be more Em Bm D Em My boots are on, the laces tied, and I am heading out the door Em Bm D Em You wave me out with some disgust Em C You tell me "Leave me if you must, C G "It's plain to me to see you never will be happy. G D Cadd9 G And I say unhappy campers lift us up and make us grow Em C D G Unsatisfied yearning shows us where we need to go Em C D G And I am not blind to wonder C G And I do not shrink from awe Am Em But the shining beauty of today reflects Am D Em A light on to the place to travel next G D G I watch you chewing on my words like they're a bubble gom jabbar I don't mean to cause you hurt and I agree that we've come far But don't you tell me that the angels' crystal songs have all been sung For I have found another ladder and we're on the lowest rung And the ladder's top is dangling lost to view in outer space The abandoned finish line of the mighty nations' race But if they've laid down their baton We'll pick it up and carry on For now is not the time to sit and watch the sunset And it's unhappy campers lift us up and make us grow Unsatisfied yearning shows us where we need to go And I am not blind to wonder And I do not shrink from awe But the shining beauty of today reflects A light on to the place to travel next You may rest upon your laurels; I prefer to stay awake You may sail your placid seas, but if I'm there, the boat will shake I am singing up an earthquake while you sing your lullaby For it's through trouble and upheaval that we reach towards the sky But do not let my disparagements your cheerful heart destroy For though I reject contentment, I have traded it for joy Storm and struggle both accord A paradoxical reward The sweetest dreams in life are not achieved in slumber For it's unhappy campers lift us up and make us grow Unsatisfied yearning shows us where we need to go And I am not blind to wonder And I do not shrink from awe But the shining beauty of today reflects A light on to the place to travel next
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01:53
intro: Bm B Bm B I'm a worm herder doing nematode tallies Bm E Here at McMurdo in the antarctic valleys Bm F# I'm an ecological kind of a girl Bm A E G Doing soil science at the bottom of the world F# Bm B They call me Doctor 'cause of my post-graduate status When the science teams see me their brains go on hiatus My statistical methods sections spin their poor heads Plus you know that I'm a lady who just looks good in red I'm a worm herder doing nematode tallies Here at McMurdo in the antarctic valleys I'm an ecological kind of a girl Doing soil science at the bottom of the world I'm fertilizing the desert for to study the bugs The helicopter pilots help me handle my jugs Of nutrient solution which I pour on my plots I don't really need assistance but those helo boys are hot I'm a worm herder doing nematode tallies Here at McMurdo in the antarctic valleys I'm an ecological kind of a girl Doing soil science at the bottom of the world So if you're looking for a lady with a fun attitude You can find me down at 77 South latitude We'll be playing igloo kegball in the midnight sun That is as soon as my scientific survey gets done I'm a worm herder doing nematode tallies Here at McMurdo in the antarctic valleys I'm an ecological kind of a girl Doing soil science at the bottom of the world I'm a worm herder doing nematode tallies Here at McMurdo in the antarctic valleys I'm an ecological kind of a girl Doing soil science at the bottom of the world

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Stuff written in 2008! Which isn't on a studio album.

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released December 31, 2008

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Brooke Abbey (formerly Brooke Lunderville) is a banjo-playing pharmacist from Vancouver, BC.

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