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Pennywhistle by Augie March Written by Glenn Richards >Appears on the album Watch Me Disappear (2008) A D x3 Bm D/////////// E|--------------|-------------||-------------|-------------| B|--------2-2---|-------------||-------2-2---|-------------| G|------2----2-2|----2-2---2-o||-----2----2-2|-------------| D|--2-2---------|-4-4---4-4--o||-2-2---------|-2-----------| A|--------------|-------------||-------------|-------------| E|--------------|-------------||-------------|-------------| (D) A D Just an ordinary day, I knew that autumn was on its way, A D I could see by the gilt of the clouds, the burnish on the bay, A D Bm A ring of effusia settled on the city like a vision of the future D Before the scales fell away, Bm D A vision of the future looking more than just okay, A D A good feeling A D Yes, just a good feeling A D And it only happens now and then - A D Out of the mouth of a black dog, A D Out of the terrors of 3 am, A D Out of the dark and whispering fen, Bm D A I was blind then I could see, now I'm blind again. [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/a/augie-march/117548.html ] So I hollered up to Jill, "Come down from the mountain, your ears are 'a burning, My speech is a fountain, it's been another long year But you know I'm not counting, I dreamed you like you dreamed me, O the bomb dreamed the fuse and the drowner dreamed the sea", What a strange feeling... Yes, it?s a strange feeling And it only happens now and then - Out of the mouth of a black dog, Out of the terrors of 3 am, Out of the dark and whispering fen, I was blind then I could see, now I'm blind again. A D A D Most of the Aegean Sea rushes into my bedroom and glitters for me, A D Bm D The hills of Gallipoli all throw up their bones for my industry, A D So I build from the charnel the ale house, A D I build from the tomb a palace of dreams, A D Bm D That old barren rockface got silver seams for a miner of middling means, Singing poems of dissolution and schemes - A My penny whistles, lo! (A) D A D A D Bm D Now I summon up Jack, sat up on the hill, The wrong kind of music, the wrong kind of pill, Impotent as a potato but still pleading "Give it up Mary, But not by degrees..." A D A D A portrait of Jack, a study in sin, well I knew of myself before I knew of him, A D Now even I couldn't tell ya just who it is asking Bm D "Give it up Mary, but not by degrees, Bm D E Give it up Mary, your virtue, please..." Into the mouth of a black dog - I go Into the terrors of 3 am - I go Into the dark and whispering fen - I go I was blind then blind again Into the mouth of a black dog - I go Into the terrors of 3 am - I go Into the dark and whispering fen - I go Bm D O what beast has my name on its snaggle tooth, Bm D E And eternal slobber for my finishing youth? A My penny whistles low. |