This is a bunch of songs made by various users, put together to form the album
Castaways and Cutouts. All credit is properly given. Without
these users the tab would not be the same. Thank You!
I have set the album up so that each song is assigned a roman numeral. To find
the song that you want, just hit control z (or command z, but only if you have
a Mac.) Then just type in the roman numeral. DO NOT FORGET TO PUT A PERIOD AFTER THE NUMERAL!!!!
I. Leslie Anne Levine
II. Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect
III. July, July!
IV. Cautionary Song
V. Odalisque
VI. Cocoon
VII. Grace Cathedral Hill
VIII. The Legionnaire's Lament
IX. Clementine
X. California One/Youth and Beauty Brigade
I. Leslie Anne Levine
Originally tabbed by: wolfey89
( ) x4
My name is Leslie Anne Levine
My mother birthed me down a dry ravine
My mother birthed me far too soon
Born at nine and dead at noon
Fifteen years gone now, I still wander this parapet
And shake my rattle bone
Fifteen years gone now, I still cling to the petticoats
Of the girl who died with me
( ) x2
On the roof above the streets
The only love I've known's a chimney sweep
Lost and lodged inside a flue
Back in 1842
Fifteen years gone now, I still wail from these catacombs
And curse my mother's name
Fifteen years gone now, still a wastrel mesallied
Has brought this fate on me
( ) x2
My name is Leslie Anne Levine
I've no one left to mourn for me
My body lies inside its grave
In a ditch not far away
Fifteen years gone now, I still wander this parapet
And shake my rattle bone
Fifteen years gone now, I still cling to the petticoats
Of the girl who died with me
Who died with me
Who died with me
Who died with me
II. Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect
Originally tabbed by: Unregistered
D9sus2: - 5 0 0 3 0
( D9sus2)x2
D9sus2 D9sus2
And here I dreamt I was a soldier
D9sus2 D9sus2
And I marched the streets of Birkenau
D9sus2 D9sus2
And I recall in spring the perfume that the air would bring
D9sus2 D9sus2 D9sus2
To the indolent town
D9sus2 D9sus2
Where the barkers called the moon down
D9sus2 D9sus2
The carnival was ringing loudly now
D9sus2 D9sus2
And just to lay with you there's nothing that I wouldn't do
D9sus2 D9sus2 D9sus2
Save lay my rifle down
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, well okay
Guess it's better to turn this way...
D9sus2 D9sus2 D9sus2 D9sus2
D9sus2 D9sus2
And I am nothing of a builder
D9sus2 D9sus2
But here I dreamt I was an architect
D9sus2 D9sus2
And I built this balustrade to keep you home, to keep you safe
D9sus2 D9sus2 D9sus2
From the outside world
D9sus2 D9sus2
But the angles and the corners
D9sus2 D9sus2
Even though my work is unparalleled
D9sus2 D9sus2
They never seemed to meet, the structure fell about our feet
D9sus2 D9sus2 D9sus2
And we were free to go
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, well okay
Guess it's better to turn this way...
D9sus2 D9sus2 D9sus2 D9sus2
D9sus2 D9sus2
And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
D9sus2 D9sus2
I will be buried with my marionettes
D9sus2 D9sus2
Countess and courtesans will fall beneath my tender hand
D9sus2 D9sus2 D9sus2
When their husbands are not around
D9sus2 D9sus2
But you my soiled teenage girlfriend
D9sus2 D9sus2
Though you are furrowed like a lioness
D9sus2 D9sus2
And we are vagabonds, we travel without seat belts on
D9sus2 D9sus2 D9sus2
We live this close to death
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, well okay
Guess it's better to turn this
Well I won, and you lose, guess it always comes down to
The alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this
D9sus2
Way...
( D9sus2)x3
III. July, July!
Originally tabbed by: letdown00
There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house
And how the green grows there.
And we got special boots that beat the path to my house
And it's careful, and it's careful when I'm there.
And I say your uncle was a crooked French Canadian
And he was gunshot running gin
And how his guts were all suspended in his fingers
And how he held'em, how held'em, held'em in.
PRE-CHORUS
And the water rolls down the drain.
The water rolls down the drain. O what a
Lonely thing! In a lonely drain!
July, July, July
Never seemed so strange
July, July, July
Never seemed so, never seemed so strange.
This is the story of the road that goes to my house
And what ghosts do there remain.
And all the thoughts that run the length and breadth of my house
And the chickens, how they rattle chicken chains.
And we'll remember this when we are old and ancient,
Though the specifics might be vague.
And I'll say your camisole was a sprightly light magenta
When in fact it was a nappy bluish gray.
PRE-CHORUS
And the water rolls down the drain.
The blood rolls down the drain. O what a
Lonely thing! In a blood-red drain!
July, July, July
Never seemed so strange
July, July, July
Never seemed so, never seemed so strange.
Never seemed so strange
Never seemed so strange
Never seemed so strange
IV. Cautionary Song
Originally tabbed by: Unregistered
is 1 strum of the chord, followed by one strum of an chord. In the verses it is repeated.
() x4
There's a place your mother goes, when everybody else is soundly sleeping
Through the lights of beacon street
And if you listen you can hear her weeping,
She's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling
And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats.
And she's standing in the harbor
And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat.
See how they approach
With dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe within their keeping
A gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from
Any speaking, or screaming
And they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket
Calls for maidenhead
And she's scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a
Bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck
La la la la laa,la la la laa,
And so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
'Til at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teeming
Minions, in their opinions
And they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or
Kin or she'll end up dead
And they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the harbor
Where she goes to bed, and this is how your fed
So be kind to your mother, though she may seem an awful bother,
and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens,
Remember what she does when you're asleep
V. Odalisque
Originally tabbed by: aflowerandagun
( )x2
They've come to find you, Odalisque
As the light dies horribly
On a fire escape you walk
All rare and resolved to drop
And when they find you, Odalisque
They will rend you, terribly
Stitch from stitch 'til all
Your linen limbs will fall
x2
/
Lazy lady had a baby girl
/
And a sweet sound it made
/
Raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt
/
In a railroad cul-de-sac
And what do we do with ten baby shoes
A kit bag full of marbles and a broken billiard cue?
What do we do?
x2
What do we do?
/
Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right
/
And them rip them down again
/
Sapling switches will rend those rags alright
/
What a sweet sound it makes
And what we do with ten dirty Jews
thirty-ought full of rock salt and a warm afternoon?
What do we do?
What do we do?
BRIDGE
Lay your belly under mine
Naked under me, under me
Such a filthy dimming shine
*
The way you kick and scream, kick and scream
And what do we with ten baby shoes
A kit bag full of marbles and broken billiard cue?
What do we do?
What do we do?
/
Lazy lady had a baby girl
And a sweet sound it made
VI. Cocoon
Originally tabbed by: Unregistered
( ) x2
This cocoon, caught in Vesuvius' shadow
Only the ashes remain
And I waited there for you
Why couldn't you?
Here we lie waiting for something to startle
To shake us from gravity's pull
And so sleeping hours are through
What can we do?
PRE-CHORUS
The sorry conclusion, the low dirty war, it happened before you came to
But this is solution, and this is amends
The joke always tends to come true
But there on your windowsill over the unmoving platoon
Written in paperback, view to the quarterback's room
Under waning moon
This quiet serves only to hide you
Provide you
What I knew, what I knew, it'd come back to you
Take this palm, follow the lines here are written
And script out the rest of your life
And feel your fingers falling slack
And all folding back
PRE-CHORUS
The tainted election, the hole in the sky
Command what is tried, what is true
But without solution, with feet on the ground
It won't make a sound 'til you're through
So loosen your shoulder blades
This is your hour to make due
Because there on the timberline
Deep cold November shines through
Soft and absolute
This quiet serves only to hide you
Provide you
What I knew, what I knew, it'd come back to you
VII. Grace Cathedral Hill
Originally tabbed by: Unregistered
Grace Cathedral hill,
All wrapped in the bones of a setting sun,
All dust and stone and moribund.
I paid twenty-five cents to light
A little white candle
For a New Year's day
I sat and watched it burn away
Then turned and weaved through the slow decay.
We were both a little hungry
So we went to get a hotdog.
Down the Hyde St. Pier,
The light was slight and disappeared.
The air, it sunk of fish and beer.
We heard a superman trumpet
Play the National Anthem.
And the world may belong for you,
But he'll never belong to you.
But on a motorbike,
When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight,
Are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling be...ttttter..nooooww.
Are you feeling better now?
Some way to greet the year:
Your eyes all bright and brimmed with tears.
The pilgrims, pills and tourist here
All sing "Fifty three bucks
To buy a brand new halo."
I'm sweet on a green-eyed girl,
All fiery Irish clip and curl,
All brine and piss and vinegar.
I paid twenty-five vents to light
A little white candle.
And the world may belong for you,
But he'll never belong to you.
But on a motorbike,
When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight,
Are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling be...ttttter..nooooww.
Are you feeling better now?
(La..la...la...la...) x2
VIII. The Legionnaire's Lament
Originally tabbed by: letdown00
I'm a legionnaire, camel in disrepair,
Hoping for a Frigidaire to come passing by.
I am on reprieve, lacking my joise de vivre,
Missing my gay Paree in this desert dry.
And I wrote my girl, told her I would not return,
I've terribly taken a turn for the worse now, I fear.
It's been a year or more
Since they shipped me to this foreign shore,
Fighting in a foreign war,
So far away from my home.
If only some rain would fall on the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles (it's like a dream).
With a roar of cars and the lolling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine.
Lord, I don't know if I'll ever be back again.
La Da Dum Dum La Da Da Dum
Medicating in the sun with pinch doses of laudanum,
Longing for the old fecundity of my homeland.
Curses to this mirage! A bottle of ancient Shiraz!
The smattering of distant applause is ringing in my poor ears.
On the old left bank, my baby in a charabanc,
Riding up the width and length of the Champs Elysee.
If only some rain would fall on the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles (it's like a dream).
With a roar of cars and the lolling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine.
Lord, I don't know if I'll ever be back again.
La Da Dum Dum La Da Da Dum
BRIDGE
If only some rain would fall on the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles (it's like a dream).
With a roar of cars and the lolling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine.
Lord, I don't know if I'll ever be back again.
Be back again, be back again, O be back again.
Oh oh oh oh oh, la la la la, la la la la, oh oh oh oh
IX. Clementine
( ) x2
You slept in your overalls
After the wrecking ball
Bereft you of house and home
And left you with sweet fuck-all
So we got in your car
With our kickabout hearts
And we hollered out 'sweet clementine'
Tell your mom to marry us
a candle to carry us
with cans on our bicycle fenders
so sweet and hilarious
And we'll find us a home
Built of packaging foam
A
That will be there 'til after we die
BRIDGE
( )x5
And, i'll play the clarinet
A
Use clamshells for castinets
We play with our bags on our shoulders
My sweet lady lioness
And I watch as you sleep
So indelibly deep
And I hum to you sweet clementine
( ) x5
X. California One/Youth And Beauty Brigade
DROP TUNING
Take a long drive with me
On California one, On California one
Take a long drive with me
On California one, On California one
And the road a-winding goes
From golden gate to roaring cliff-side
And the light is softly low as our hearts become sweetly untied
Beneath the sun of California one
Take a long dram with me
Of California wine, of California wine
Take a long dram with me
Of California wine, of California wine
And the wine it tastes so sweet
As we lay our eyes to wander
And the sky, it stretches deep
Will we rest our heads to slumber
Beneath the vines of California wine?
Beneath the sun of California One
BRIDGE
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Annabelle lies, sleeps with quiet eyes
On this sea-drift sun
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What can you do?
And if I said, O it's in your head
On this sea-drift sun
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What can you do?
We're calling all bed wetters and ambulance chasers
Poor picker-pockets bring 'em in
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
We're lining up the light-loafers
And the bored bench warmers
Castaways and cutouts, fill it up
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Nothing will stand in our way
I figured I had paid my debt to society
By paying my overdue fines at the Multnomah County Library, at
the library they said son, go join up
go join the youth and beauty brigade'
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Nothing will stand in our way
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