MUTATIONS BY BECK 1. COLD BRAINS 2. NOBODY'S FAULT BUT MY OWN 3. LAZY FLIES 4. CANCELED CHECK 5. WE LIVE AGAIN 6. TROPICALIA 7. DEAD MELODIES 8. BOTTLE OF BLUES 9. O MARIA 10. SING IT AGAIN 11. STATIC 12. DIAMOND BULLOCKS 1. Cold Brains D A G C D A G G7 G6 D A G C D A G guitar 2 (heavy wa-wa) ----------------------------- ----------------------------- ----------------------------- ----------------------------- -5~--4~--2~--3~---------5~--- -------------------5~~------- synth during chorus 2x ||-------------------------14-17-15-14-20-19-17-15-|| ||-14-15-17-14-15-17-14-15-------------------------|| ||-------------------------------------------------|| ||-------------------------------------------------|| ||-------------------------------------------------|| ||-------------------------------------------------|| -16-17-19-16-17-14-15----14-15--------12-------- ----------------------15-------15-14-----12(14)- ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------

^D Cold B^Arains, unm^Goved, unto^Cuched, ung^Dlued, al^Aone at ^Glast^Gsus ^G ^D no tho^Aughts, no ^Gmind to ^Crot beh^Dind a ^Atrail of dis^Gasters ^G7 ^G6

^Aa final c^Durse a^Fbandoned h^Aearse ^Awe ride diso^Dwned co^Frroded to the ^Ebone

the fields of green are bent, obscene i lay upon the gravel a worm of hope a hangman's rope pulls me one way or the other a final curse abandoned hearse we write this song corroded to the bone harmonica "solo" a bird of song is heard no longer in the evacuated heavens the drain is drawn and drained and gone and on and on, it doesn't matter a final curse abandoned hearse we ride disowned corroded to the bone harmonica "solo", fade +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 2. Nobodys Fault But My Own Guitar is tuned down a whole step, and 1st and 6th strings are dropped to C D5 Dmaj7 D6 Am7 F Em Bb Am Asus C G/B C-0--0-----------------------|--3--2-----0-----|---------- A-3--2---3--0---1------1--0--|--3--1-----2-----|-1----3--- F-2--2---2--2-----0----2--0--|--3--2-----2-----|-0----0--- C-0--0------0------2---3--2--|--3--2-----2-----|-2----0--- G-0--------------------3--2--|--1--0-----------|-3----2--- C-0--------------------------|-----------------|----------

^D5treated you like a rusty b^Dmaj7lade a t^D6hrowaway from an o^Am7pen grave ^Fcut you loose from a ^Emchain gang and ^D5let you go

^D5and on the day you said it's ^Dmaj7true s^D6ome love holds, s^Am7ome gets used ^Ftried to tell you I n^Emever knew it could ^D5be so sweet

^Bbwho could ever ^Ambe so cruel, ^Gblame the devil ^Ffor the ^Cthings you ^Asusdo ^D5its such a selfish way to l^Dmaj7ose the ^Fway you lose these ^Emwasted Blues these w^D5asted Blues

tell me that it's ^Cnobody's fault ^G/Bnobody's fault ^D5but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own

when the moon is a counterfeit better find the one that fits better find the one that lights the way for you when the road is full of nails, garbage pails and darkened jails and their tongues are full of heartless tales that drain on you who would ever notice you you fade into a shaded room it's such a selfish way to lose the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own etc. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 3. Lazy Flies C G A E Fmaj7 C C G A E Fmaj7 C

^Cla^Gzy ^Aflies ^Eall h^Fovering a^Cbove the m^Cag^Gistr^Aate, ^Ehe pu^Fts on his g^Cloves and he l^D7ooks to the cl^Gouds all ^Fpink and dish^Ceveled there m^B7ust be some blu^Ceprints, some c^Greed of the d^F#evil insc^Fribed in our m^Cinds

a ^Amhideous g^Dame ^Fvanishes in ^Amthin air the ^Amvanity of sl^Daves ^Fwho wants to ^Ambe there' to s^Eweep the deb^Fris to ^Fharness dead-ho^Crses to ^Dride in the s^Gun a ^Flife of conf^Cessions ^Ewritten in the d^Fust ^G#

out in the mangroves the mynah birds cry in the shadows of sulphur the trawlers drift by they're chewing dried meat house of disrepute the dust of opiates and syphilis patients on brochure vacations fear has a glare that traps you like searchlights the puritans stare their souls are fluoresecent the skin of a robot vibrates with pleasure matrons and gigolos carouse in the parlor their hand-grenade eyes invalid and blind a hideous game vanishes in thin air the vanity of slaves who wants to be there' to sweep the debris to harness dead-horses to ride in the sun a life of confessions written in the dust La la la la la la la etc. end on C +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 4. Canceled Check open A tuning (you can also play it in standard tuning in A, capoed up 2 frets) here are some of the good country licks used: verse: E ------15------------7-------------------------- C# -14(15)----2-3-4-5--------7(9)-(9)7-5---------- A -----------2-4-5-6--------------------5(7)----- E -------------------------------------------7~-- A ----------------------------------------------- E ----------------------------------------------- ------14-16-14-------------------------- -12/14----------14p12----12(14)-12(14)~- ----------------------14---------------- ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- chords used:

E -^B2--^D5--^E7--^A0--^F#2---^B75---^G3- C# -2--5--7--0--0---2---1- A -2--5--7--0--1---2---2- E -2--5--7--0--2---2---3- A -2--5--7--0------2----- E -2---------------------

^BI hate to do this but ^Dyou're ^Aa p^Eain i^An the ^Bneck ^BI thought you knew this you're ^Dhandi^Ang me a ^Ecance^Aled ch^Beck ^Byou're so helpless your g^Dirlfr^Aiends ^Ethink y^Aou're a sa^Bint ^BI'll give you a quarter I'll ^Dkeep ^Amy j^Eudgem^Aents to my^Dself

^Dand i get caught up in the m^F#oonlight reaching out for a rotten ^Begg I don't w^B7ant to beg it's c^Grystal clear your t^F#ime is nearly g^Bone

count your blessings and do the things that you should o the has-beens that never had it so good stormy weather the kids are making a racket in the wilderness the wild lives are so mild CHORUS CHORUS +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 6. We Live Again capo 3rd fret(thanks funkybot) G A F# G E A C D

^Gthese withered h^Aands have ^F#dug for a dr^Geam s^Eifted through s^Aand and le^Cftover ni^Dghtmares ^Gover the h^Aill a d^F#esolate w^Gind t^Eurns shit to g^Aold and bl^Cows my soul c^Drazy

the ^Gend o the ^Aend ^Fwe live ^Cagain ^Emo i grow weary of the ^Asusend ^A

o hungry days the footsteps of fools gazing alone through sex-painted windows dredging the night drunk libertines stink like a colognes from the newfangled wasteland CHORUS BRIDGE:

^Flove is a plague in a ^Cmix-match ^E7parade where the ^Amcastaways look so der^Fanged ^Ewhen will the children learn to let their w^Amildernesses burn and l^Cove will be ^Emnew never ^Asuscold a^And ^A9vaca^Ant

these withered hands have dug for a dream sifted through sand and leftover nightmares CHORUS +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 6. Tropicalia B7#9 G7 A#7 A7 D#7#9 C#7 C#7#9 B7 ----------------------------------- --3--------------7-----6---5-----4- --2--4---7---6---6-----4---4-----2- -----3---6---5--------------------- --2--------------6-----4---4-----2- -----3---6---5---------------------

when they b^B7#9eat on a br^G7oken guitar and on the ^B7#9streets they reek of t^G7ropical charms the embass^B7#9ies lie in h^G7ideous shards where t^A#7ourists snore and ^A7decay

when they dance in a reptile blaze you wear a mask an equatorial haze into the past a colonial maze where there's no more confetti to throw

^D#7#9you didn't ^C#7know what to say to you^D#7#9rself love is a p^C#7overty you couldn't s^C#7#9ell misery w^B7aiting in vague hot^B7#9els to ^A#7be evic^A7ted

you're out of luck you're singing funeral songs to the studs they're anabolic and bronze they seem to strut in their millennial fogs 'til they fall down and deflate CHORUS now you've had your fun under an air-conditioned sun it's burned into your eyes leaves you plain and left behind see them eyes and fall into the jaws of a pestilent love you didn't know what to say to yourself love is a poverty you couldn't sell misery waiting in vague hotels to be a victim +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 7. Dead Melodies capo 5th fret, arpeggiating chords G D C Em E Am D G D D7

^Gwhere will you ^Dgo when t^Chis day is ^Emove^Er a ^Amgambler's ^Dpurse l^Gays on the r^Doad ^D7 ^Emstraight to your door ^Asnakes have gone crazy to^Dnight ^Dmwinding their w^Amay out of si^Dght ^D7

a laugh, a joke a sentiment wasted seasons of strangers they've come and gone doldrums are pounding, cheapskates are clowning this town who could disown themselves now engineer, slow down this old train cinders and chaff laugh at the moon night birds will cackle rotting like apples on trees

^Dmsending their d^Amead melod^Dies...to ^A7me +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 8. Bottle of Blues

4x E-||-2-0-0-||---------0- C-||-3-0-0-||---------0- F-||-2-2-2-||---------1- E-||-------||---------2- G-||-------||-3-2-0---2- C-||-------||-------3-2- F E D9 D# G# E-------0------------- C-------0------------- F-4--3--1-----2----7-- E-5--4--2-----3----8-- G-5--4--2-----3----8-- C-5--4--2-----3----8-- i just found me a bottle of blues some strange comfort for a soul to soothe ain't it hard ain't it hard, to want somebody who doesn't want you and i've been waiting for a year, a day some strange weather must be blowin' my way cause i got no mind to go or to stay, or be left behind

^Fholdin' hands with an impotent d^Eream ^Fin a brothel of fake en^Eergy ^Fput a nickel in the graveyard ma^G#chine i get ^D9higher and lo^G#wer i get ^D9higher and lo^G#wer like a ^D9tired soldier with ^D#nothin' to s^D9hoot and n^Fowhere to l^D9ose this bottle of b^Clues

egos drone and pose alone like black balloons all banged and blown on a backwoods river the infidels shiver in the stench of belief i tell my momma i'm a hundred years late i'm over the rails and out of the race and the crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw are ringing in my ears holdin' hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy put a nickel in the graveyard machine i get higher and lower i get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot and nowhere dreams it's a.. bottle of blues (repeat first verse) holdin' hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy put a nickel in the graveyard machine i get higher and lower i get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot and nowhere dreams it's a.. bottle of blues bottle of blues +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 9. O Maria (as played on piano)

------------||---^Am-----------^G#-------^F-----^Am-----------^G#--------^F1--- --5--13--17-||-----1--3-1---1--3-4-1------1--3-1------3-4--1-4- --5--13--17-||-----2--------1------2------2---------1---------- --6--14--18-||-----2------2-----------3---2------2--1---------- ------------||---0----0-----3------------0---0------3---------- ------------||-4-------------------1-----------------------1---

C Bb Am G# F G -0--3-0----------------------------------------|| -1----1-1-3---1--3-4--3-1----1---1---1--0------|| ----------3---2-------1----2---2---2----0------|| ------2----------------------3-------3---------|| -3--------1---0-------3--------------------6-6-|| ---------------------------1-----1------3------||

^Amthere was no one ^G#nothing to ^Fsee ^Amthe night is ^G#useless and s^Fo are we cause ^Ceverybody k^Bbnows the ^Amfabric of ^G#folly is ^Ffallen apart at the s^Geams a^Amnd i've been lookin' for a g^Cood time ^Ambut the pleasures are s^G#eldom and ^Gfew

there's no whiskey there's no wine just the concrete and a worried mind 'cause everybody knows death creeps in slow til you feel safe in his arms and i've been lookin' for a new friend and i don't care if he's decrepit and grey (trombone solo verse) o maria haven't you known days so careless all on your own 'cause everybody knows the circus is closed and the animals have gone wild and i've been lookin' for my shadow but this place is so bright and so clean (repeat first verse) 12 string solo: ------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------3-4-3 ---0--3p0--5-3--3-5-6-3-----0--3p0--5-3--5-6-------6- -4------------------------4------------------------ ----------------------1--------------------------- -------1--3-4-1-3-1-----3------------------------- ---0-2--------------------2----------------------- -2--------------------------3-0------1-4-3--1-2--- ---------------------------------3-2-------------- -------------------------------------------------- +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 10. Sing It Again A A6 A Asus A

a ^Atown of disre^C#7spect the trains are w^Drecked the night is ^Ayounger then us ^B7nowhere is anywhere e^Else you keep to your^Aself stirring the ^Ddregs where i have l^Aayed ^Fthe exit s^Eigns are flashing ^Adead ends they won't c^Dome to life any^Amore

i pledge the rest i should have guessed your love was hanging by threads tongues tied under the moon, my love is a room of broken bottles and tangled webs the misers wind their minds like clocks that grind their gears on and on solo: ----------------------------11-12-11-12-------------------------- ----------------------12-14-------------14---------14---12------- -------------11-13-14------------------------14-12---------14-13- ----11-12-14----------------------------------------------------- -12-------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------0-5--7--9--7--7-7- -------12----------------------------------------------------- -13-14------14-13-11-13(14)--(14)13-11--------6--7--9--8--8-8- ---------------------------------------14--------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------- -5--5-5--4---4-5-7--5--------9-10-12--12-9-10\--5------------ --------------------5-----10----------------------7---------- -6--6-6--4---4-6-8--6---9------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------7--4-7--- -----------------------------------------------------------7- ------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------12------------------------------ ----------11----------------14----14-14--11-14-14--14-13-14-13- ----11-14----12h14p12-11--------------------------------------- -12----------------------12------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------------------- -5--5--7--8--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9---10-----------9------------- -----------------------8-8--8-8---10--------10--------------- -6--6--7--8--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9---11---9-11------9-11-9--7-6- ------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------- and if its meant some accident some coincidence crumbs fall out of the sky when you wander by the dust clouds blow nobody's home oh won't you lay my bags upon on the funeral fire and sing it again harmonica solo

^Foh won't you ^Elay my bags ^Aupon on the funeral ^Dfire and sing it aga^Ain +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 11. Static

intro riff ------------------ ------------------ -2--2----2--4(6)~- -2--2-/4---------- -0---------------- ------------------

^Ait's so ^A6eas^Ay to ^Dlaugh at your^D6sel^Df and all those jokes have already been written seems like another vain attempt to let yourself fall out of the oven

^Eholy m^E9ounta^Eins they l^D9ook so tired and ^Eit's a p^E9erfe^Ect day to ^Dlock yourself ins^Aide

who you foolin' with the fools are right it's the same thing but it's almost as different hard to tell when it pacifies your mind leaves you stranded with a broken engine lazy desert looks so mangled let me drown in a convalescent bliss E

^Gget up f^Bmrom your ^Dbed of r^Aest ^Gbeen a l^Bmong time s^Dince you've l^Aived ^F#but the static in your m^Gind leaves you ^Ahollow and unk^F#ind with a s^Ghock electric ^Dwave turns you ^Aon.

you've been flunked out of the devils house delinquent hygienes are so abrasive some distortion that's never been known on the treadmill you've been runnin' forever holy mountains, they look so tired and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside (A E)4x begone

^A++^G#+++^G++^F#+++^F++^A+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 12.(unlisted) Diamond Bollocks

intro: Eb Db B A G F E fuzz bass: ||-------------||-------------|| ||-----7-------||-----4-------|| ||---9---7-5---||---6---4-2---|| ||-7---------5-||-4---------2-||

^Blooking back at some dead world that looks so new ^G#offices and fountains that they named for you ^Bdazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom ^G#hari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms

^Bgirl you dream infections from a nauseous heart ^G#choice cut meats from derelict boulevards

B A G E B A E G D F (birds chirping) C B ||-----------------------------------------------------------------|| ||-----------------------------------------------------------------|| ||-------------------------2-2-2-2---------------------------------|| ||-0-0-0-0-3-3-3-3-2-2-2-2---------0-0-0-0-3-3-3-3-2-2-2-2-1-1-1-1-|| ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------- -3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-----------------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2- -----------------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2--------------------------------- (no chords) hear that lonesome whistle blow no direction to be known in a senile of revery a tearful gaze turns away eroding cold and grey scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness (bass comes back in) looking back at some dead world that looks so new offices and fountains that they named for you so ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face terrorist confections look so out of place E

^Glooking ^Fback at s^Come dead w^F#morld that l^Books so n^Eew looking back at some dead world that looks so new looking back at some dead world that looks so new looking back at some dead world that looks so new

(B A E G)4x

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