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Picaresque (album)
Decemberists
This is a collaboration of tabs by different users to form the album Picaresque.
 All credit is properly given.
 I only add chords to finish the songs, and correct the capo a little.
 Without these users, this tab would be nothing.

I have set the songs all up with a roman numeral,
 so all that you have to do to find the song that you want is hit control 
(or command on macs) . Note: remember to type . after the number when 
searching it.

I. The Infanta
II. We Both Go down Together
III. Eli, The Barrow Boy
IV. The Sporting Life
V. The Bagman's Gambit
VI. From My Own True Love (Lost At Sea)
VII. 16 Military Wives
VIII. The Engine Driver
IX. On the Bus Mall
X. The Mariner's Revenge Song
XI. Of Angels and Angles

I. The Infanta
Tabbed By: Unregistered

Here she comes in her palanquin on the back of an elephant
On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk

All astride on her father's line with the king and his concubines
And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk

And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise the infanta

Among five score pachyderm each canopied and passengered
Sit the duke and the duchess's luscious young girls

Within sight of the baronness seething spite for this live largesse
On her side sits the baron, her barrenness barbs her

And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise the infanta

(Interlude:)

A phalanx on camel back, thirty ranks on a forward tack
Followed close, their shiny bright standards are waving

While behind in their coach in fours ride the wives of the king of bores
And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed

And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise the infanta

And as she sits upon her place 
Her innocence laid on her face
From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
Melodies rhapsodical and fair
And all our hearts afire, the sky ablaze with cannonfire
We all raise our voices to the air
To the air

And above all this folderol on a bed made of chaparral
She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow

And the babe all in slumber dreams of a place filled with quiet streams
And a lake where her cradle was pulled from the water

And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise the infanta

End:

II. We Both Go Down Together
Tabbed By: Unregistered

( riff:)
--0--0--0-0--0-0--0--0--|
--1--1--0h1--0h1--1--0--|
--2--2--2-2--2-2--2--0--|
--2--2--2-2--2-2--2--2--|
--0--0--0-0--0-0--0--2--|

 riff
 riff

Here on these cliffs of Dover
So high you can't see over
And while your head is spinning
Hold tight, it's just beginning

 riff
 riff

You come from parents wanton
A childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
Untouched by work or duty

And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
                  riff
We both go down together

 riff

I found you a tattooed tramp
A dirty daughter from the labor camps
I laid you down in the grass of a clearing
You wept but your soul was willing

And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together

And my parents will never consent to this love
And I hold your hand

Meet me on my vast veranda
My sweet untouched Miranda
And while the seagulls are crying
We fall but our souls are flying

And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together

III. Eli, The Barrow Boy
Tabbed By: gabrielhp

CAPO 4 

                                     Then repeat if you want

      Strum for first 3 beats then do second part, you can throw the second 
part in before each verse or even before each  , wherever you see fit

Eli, the barrow boy
Of the old town
Sells coal and marigolds
As he cries out
All down the day

Below the tamaracks
He is crying:
Corn cobs and candle wax
for the buying
All down the day

"Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
But she is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
And I must push my barrow all the day
And I must push my barrow all the day"

Eli, the barrow boy
When they found him
Dressed all in corduroy
He had drowned in
The river down the way

They laid his body down 
in a churchyard
But still when the moon is out
With his push cart
He calls down the day

"Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
And still I push my barrow all the day
Still I push my barrow all the day"

IV. The Sporting Life
Tabbed By:Hankjwimbleton

I fell on the playing field
the work of an errant heel
the din of the crowd and the loud commotion
went deafening silence and stopped emotion
the season was almost done
we managed it 12 to 1
so far I had known no humiliation
in front of my friends and close relations

There's my father looking on
and there's my girlfriend arm in arm
with the captain of the other team
and all of this is clear to me
they condescend and fix on me a frown
how they love 
the sporting life

And father had had such hopes
for a son who would take the ropes
and fulfill all his old athletic aspirations
but apparently now there's some complications
but while I am lying here
trying to fight the tears
I'll prove to the crowd that I come out stronger
though I think I might lie here a little longer

There's my coach he's looking down
the disappointment in his knitted brow
I should've known he thinks again
I never should have put him in
he turns and loads the lemonade away
and breathes in deep
the sporting life
the sporting life
the sporting life
how he loves...

Bridge/Bass Solo:

There's my father looking on
and there's my girlfriend arm in arm
with the captain of the other team
and all of this is clear to me
they condescend and fix on me a frown
how they love 
the sporting life
the sporting life
the sporting life
how they love...

      EADGBE
:354433
:   022000
:x32030
:   577555
:x57755
:x32000 or 332000

V. Bagman's Gambit
Tabbed By: Upnorth97

For the verse, strum each chord once.

(     * * * * * *)x2

On the lam 
            * * * * * * 
From the law
On the steps of 
       * * * * * * 
The capital
You shot a plainclothes 
Cop on the 
* * * * * *  
Ten               o'         clock

    * * * *     

And I saw momentarily
They flashed a photograph, It couldn't be you

    * * * * * *

You'd been abused so horribly
              (
But you were there in some anonymous room

    * * * * * *)x2

And I recall that 
  * * * * * * 
Fall
I was working for the 
  * * * * * * 
Government
And in a bathroom     stall 
  * * * * * * 
Off the national mall

    * * * *    

How we kissed so sweetly
How could I refuse a favor or two

    * * * * * *

And for a tryst in the greenery
            (
I gave you documents and microfilm too

    * * * * * *)x2

And from my ten floor tenement
Where once our bodies lay
How I longed to hear you say
"No they'll never catch me now
No they'll never catch me
No they cannot catch me now
We will escape somehow
Somehow, oh"

(     * * * * * *)x2

It was late 
         * * * * * * 
One night
I was awoken by the 
         * * * * * * 
Telephone
I heard a strangled     
  * * * * * * 
Cry           on the     end of the       line

    * * * *    

Purloined in Petrograd
They were suspicious of where your loyalties lay

    * * * * * *

So I paid off a bureaucrat
                       (
To convince your captors there to secret you away

    * * * * * *)x2

And at the gate of the embassy
Our hands met through the bars
As your whisper stilled my heart
"No they'll never catch me now
No they'll never catch me
No they cannot catch me now
We will escape somehow
Somehow, oh"

BRIDGE

And I dreamt one night
You were there in form
Hands held high
In uniform
Oh
Oh

(     * * * * * *)x2

It was ten 
         * * * * * * 
Years on
When you resurfaced 
         * * * * * * 
In a motorcar
And with the wave of an arm 
* * * * * *
You were       there        and gone

VI. From My own True Love (Lost At Sea)
Tabbed By: TimMobbs

Tuning: Standard EADGBE
Capo 3rd fret

For real beginners, i have written out the 
tablature of the chords, with a few of the
from the first line of each verse to keep 
you on track, it also gives you an idea of the
as well. for guitarists who already know 
their chords, go straight to the bottom for the 
list with the lyrics :)
Enjoy!

e|-0-0--|
|-1-1--|
|-2-2--|
|-2-2--|
|-0-0--|

     Four|Score|Ye--ars...|                                 1st Time Bar

Play riff  twice, but on the second time around, instead of playing the 1st time bar,
the second time bar, which is just below here, and then go into the chorus.

2nd Time Bar:

     Mister| Postma--n |                          1st Time Bar (chorus)

Play the Chorus Riff , then the 1st Time bar (Chorus), play the Chorus Riff A once
but instead of playing the second Time Bar (chorus) play the 2nd Time Bar (chorus)and go

  2nd Time Bar (chorus

   own| true| love|               |Lost| at|sea|             (lost|at|

The rest of the song is the following:

1st Time Bar

2nd Time Bar

1st Time Bar (chorus)

2nd Time Bar (chorus)

Finish off by repeating the Verse Riff , and the 1st Time Bar as many times as you
and finishing on on  chord (the chord in the intro)

Chords:

Four score years, living down in this rain swept town.

Sea salt tears, swimming round as the rain comes down.

Mister Postman, do you have a letter for me?

Mister Postman, do you have a letter for me?   A letter for me?

From my own true love, lost at sea. (lost at sea)

The rest of the song is a repeat of what 
is already there, it shouldn't take too much
effort to figure out :)

VII. 16 Military Wives
Tabbed By: GuitarJKH

Standard tuning. No capo.
Here's the chords required for the song:

Lyrics and chords:

, , , 

  Sixteen military wives
  Thirty-two softly focused brightly colored eyes
  Staring at the natural tan
  Of thirty-two gently clenching wrinkled little hands
  Seventeen company men
  Out of which only twelve will make it back again
  Seargeant sent a letter to five
  Military wives, his tears drip down to ten little eyes

  Cheer them on to their rivals
  Cause America can, and America can't say no
  And America does, if America says it's so
  It's so
  (  O N T   P L A Y     R  )        
  And the anchorperson on TV goes
  La de da de da

  Fifteen celebrity mimes
  Leaving their fifteen sorted wretched checkered lives
  Will they find the solution in time
  Using their fifteen pristine moderate liberal minds
  Eighteen academy chairs
  Out of which only seven really even care
  Doling out a garment to five
  Celebrity mimes, they're humbly taken by surprise

  Cheer them on to their rivals
  Cause America can, and America can't say no
  And America does, if America says it's so
  It's so
  (  O N T   P L A Y     R  )        
  And the anchorperson on TV goes
  La de da de da de di de di de da
  La de da de da de di de di de da

Bridge: , , , , , , , 

  Fourteen cannibal kings
  Wondering blindly what the dinner bell will bring
  Fifteen celebrity mimes
  Served on a leafy bed of sixteen military wives

  Cheer them on to their rivals
  Cause America can, and America can't say no
  And America does, if America says it's so
  It's so
  (  O N T   P L A Y     R  )        
  And the anchorperson on TV goes
  La de da de da de di de di de da
  La de da de da de di de di de da
  La de da de da de di de di de da
  De da de da de di de di de da
  De da de da de di de di de da

, , , , , , , , , , , 

Well, that's it. Special thanks to Dan Quinn.
Enjoy! Tabbed by Jeff .

VIII. The Engine Driver
Tabbed By: joho

e|--0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0--
|--3-3-3-3-3-3-3-0--
|--0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0--
|--4-4-4-4-4-4-4-2--  (x2)
|--5-5-5-5-5-5-5-3--

I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I were beside her
She's a long one, such a long one

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

I'm a county lineman
On the highline, on the highline
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones

My bones

(Interlude:)

I'm a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured ever tortured

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I  A writer
I am all that you have home, home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones

My bones

(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go
(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go

IX. On the Bus Mall
Tabbed By: wolfey89

Tuning: Standard

Guitar 1: Acoustic 12-String
Guitar 2: Electric with some kind of sustain pedal

Guitar 1

   (x2) then guitar 2 comes in

Guitar 2:

*Note: at the point where the chord is -, strum the 
chord once then hammer on the 1 on the  string immediately.
Basically, you'll be strumming the  chord, then lift of the 
string  for one strum, then hold it again. If you listen to
the song, you can kind of tell. 

In matching blue raincoats, our shoes were our showboats
we kicked around
From stairway to station, we made a sensation
with the gadabout crowd
And oh what a bargain, we're two easy targets
For the old men at the off-tracks
Who've paid in palaver and crumpled old dollars
Which we squirreled away 
In our rat-trap hotel by the freeway
                        -    
And we slept in Sundays

Your parents were anxious, your cool was contagious
At the old school
You left without leaving a note for your grieving
Sweet mother while your brother was so cruel
And here in the alleys your spirits were rallied
As you learned quick to make a fast buck
In bathrooms and ballrooms, on dumpsters and heirlooms
We bit our tongues
Sucked our lips into our lungs 'til we were falling
Such was our calling

And here in our hollow we fused like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take up your makeup and pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways
On the bus mall
We're down on the bus mall

x2

Among all the urchins and old chinese merchants
Of the old town
We reigned at the pool hall with one iron cue ball
And we never let the bastards get us down
And we laughed off the quick tricks, the old men with limp dicks
On the colonnades of the waterfront park
As four in the morning came on cold and boring
We huddled close
In the bus stop enclosure enfolding
                          -
Our hands tightly holding

But here in our hollow we fused like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take up your makeup and pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways
On the bus mall
We're down on the bus mall
We're down on the bus mall (At this point, Guitar 2 comes in with Intro riff)
Down on the bus mall
Ohhhh

Chords Used: 
         [EADGBe]
    [x32000]
        [320033]
        [x32010]
       [022000]
       [x02210]
    [x02200]
        [xx0232]
       [x35543]  or   [x3x043]

h=hammer on
p=pull off

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X. The Mariner's Revenge Song
Tabbed By: Unregistered

(Start with an  intro, the strum is easy)

We are two Mariners, our ship's sole survivors, in this belly of a whale
It's ribs our ceiling beams, it's guts our carpeting, I guess we have some time 
to kill. You may not remember me, I was a child of three, and you a lad of 
eighteen. But I remember you, and I will relate to you, how our histories 
interweave.
At the time you were a rake and a rastabout. Spending all your money on the 
whores and hounds. Oh-oh 
You had a charming air, all cheap and debonair, my widowed mother found so 
sweet. And so she took you in, her sheets still warm with him, now filled 
with filth and fowl disease. 
As time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess. Leaving my mother a 
poor consumptive wretch. Oh-oh
And then you disappeared. Your gambling arrears, the only thing you left 
behind. And then the magistrate, reclaimed our small estate, and my poor 
mother lost her mind. 
Then one day in spring my dear, sweet mother died. But before she did I took 
her hand as she dying cried, Oh-oh, 
"Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters, 
drag him to a hole until he wakes up, naked, clawing at the ceiling of his 
grave, oh-oh." (Little  fill right here)
It took me fifteen years to swallow all my tears, among the urchins in the 
street. And then a priory, took pity and hired me to keep their vestry nice 
and neat. 
 (c-ish)            (c-ish)      (c-ish)
But never once in the employ of these holy men, did I ever once turn my mind 
                    (c-ish)   
from the thought of revenge. Oh-oh. 
(harsh double strum for this part)
One night I overheard, the prior exchanging words with a penetant whaler from 
  (smooth)  (harsh double strum)
the sea. The captain of his ship, who matched you toe to tip, was known for a 
       (smooth)
wanton cruelty. 
The following day I shipped to sea with the privateer. And in the whistle of 
the wind I could almost hear, oh-oh.
"Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters, 
drag him to a whole until he wakes up, naked, clawing at the ceiling of his 
grave. 
There is one thing I must say to you, as you sail across the sea. Always your 
mother will watch over you, as you avenge this wicked deed.

And then one fateful night, we had you in our sights, after 20 months at sea. 

Your starboard flank abeam, I was getting my muskets clean, when came this 
rumbling from beneath. 
(c-ish)                       (c-ish)           (c-ish)
The ocean shook, the sky went black and the captain quailed. And before us 
                                    (candenza)   
grew the angry jaws of a giant whale, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Don't know how I survived, the crew all was chewed alive, I must have slipped 
between his teeth. But oh what providence, what divine intelligence, that you 
should survive as well as me. 
It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear. So lean in close 
and I will whisper the last words you'll hear, oh-oh

(Solo at end,all on high )
--8--7--8--7--8-7-5-7-8-7-5-7x2
--8--7--8--7--8-7-5-7-8-5-7-8--12(hold)-10-8-7-5-8-7
(repeat until end of song, get faster and faster each time)

Hope you enjoyed!

XI. Of Angels and Angles
Tabbed By:

standard tuning. this sound best if you play the whole lot with your thumb to give it
breathy sound.

beautiful track and a perfect closer for a really stellar album. magical as it is, the
actually quite simple.

 "There are angels..."

"There's a ticking..."

"...Still of day..."

"and Darling..."

"Away..."

 "There's a tough word..."

"There's a swallow..."

"...on your open palm today..."

"and Darling..."

"Away..."

 "There are angels..."

enjoy!

END OF PICARESQUE

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