#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the# #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.# #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 11:27:05 -0800 From: Adam Gaverluk Subject: CRD: drinking_song.crd by Moxy Fruvous Drinking Song Written and Recorded by Moxy Fruvous >From the album "Bargainville" (WEA CD-93134) Transcribed by Adam Gaverluk ([email protected]) C5 A7 \___________/ \___________/ |_|_|_|_O_| |_|_|_|_|_| |_|_|_|_|_| |_|_O_O_O_| Play C5 and A7 as shown |_|_O_|_|_| |_|_|_|_|_O |_O_|_|_|_O |_|_|_|_|_| |_|_|_|_|_| |_|_|_|_|_| No capo Intro and Chorus: G D7 G And the band played on G C5 D As the helicopters whirred C A7 G Em Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn G D G My senses finally blurred Verse: D7 G C5 G He was a rock, to the end a solid reminder Am D7 Couldn't deny a friend D7 G C5 G We lived in the noise and the sweet amber posion Bm C Peekin' up the skirt of the end D7 G C5 G And we'd drink, two gnarly dudes and some records Am D7 Much like plates of black food D7 G C5 G We filled up our faces, saw some far places Bm C D7 Stood on the roof in the nude -Chorus- Verse: Between poles, he said "we're like cows in the grass" Brushing off flies Chaise lounging around standing up, falling down 'Till we no longer opened our eyes And we'd drink, ever notice how drinking's like war Cup 'o' troops o'er the gums To the end of our health a campaign 'gaisnt myself Armed with bourons and scotches and rums -Chorus- Verse: Think of bombs, we're poised on the edge of disaster Whether it's right or it's wrong We opened the window, played some Nintendo Sang a few bars of some pretty old song: G C G D G Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight G G7 C Goodnight Irene goodnight Irene G D7 G D7 I'll see you in my dreams Oh to dream, those impotent bones of extinction Flying graceful and free None but the best cause the man cannot rest 'Till he's finally beaten his me -Chorus- Verse: 'Till the end, he passed out on the sun deck that morning Quietly saying goodbye But I was so hammered I sputtered and stammered Told him he couldn't just die He was a rock, went straight for his own armageddon Face froze in a grin Ambulance flyin' in I never drank again Can't really call that a loss or a win -Chorus-
