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...THROWING COPPER... by Live (1994)

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>1. THE DAM AT OTTER CREEK

>3. I ALONE

>4. IRIS

>6. TOP

>7. ALL OVER YOU

>8. SHIT TOWNE

>9. T.B.D

>11.WAITRESS

>12.PILLAR OF DAVIDSON

>14.HORSE

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1...THE DAM AT OTTER CREEK... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

(Original Key: Bbm)

(*Transposed one Semi-tone higher)

Intro:

Verse 1:

(with Intro Riff):

When all that's left to do, is reflect on what's been done,

This is where sadness breathes; the sadness of everyone.

Just like when the guys, built the dam at Otter Creek,

And all the water backed up; deep enough to dive.

Verse 2:

(with Intro Riff):

We took the dead man in sheets, to the river,

Flanked by love; deep enough to dive, deep enough to dive.

Chorus 1:

(with Intro Riff):

Be here now, be here now.

Be here now, be here now.

Interlude:

Verse 3:

(with Intro Riff):

Just like when the guys, built the dam at Otter Creek,

And all the water backed up; deep enough to dive.

Verse 3:

(with Intro Riff):

We took him there and three, in a stretcher made from trees,

That had passed in the storm.

Leave the hearse behind; to leave the curse behind.

Chorus 2:

(with Intro Riff):

Be here now, be here now.

Break:

Be here now,

Be here now.

(with Intro Riff):

Be here now.

Coda:

(with Vocal Ad-libs)

Outro:

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2...SELLING THE DRAMA... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

(Original Key: F#)

(*Transposed one Semi-tone higher)

Intro:

Verse 1:

And to love, a God, and to fear, a flame.

And to burn, a crowd that has a name.

Interlude:

Verse 2:

And to right, or wrong, and to meek, or strong.

It is known, to scream it from the wall.

Bridge 1:

*(Lead Riff):

(with Bridge Riff):

I've willed, I've walked, I've read, I've talked.

I know, I know, I've been there before.

Chorus 1:

He...y, now we won't be raped,

He...y, now we won't be scarred like that.

He...y, we won't be raped,

He...y, we won't be scarred like that.

Interlude:

Verse 3:

It's the sun, that burns, it's the wheel, that turns.

It's the way, we sing, that makes 'em dream.

Interlude:

Verse 4:

And to Christ; a cross, and to me; a chair.

I will sit, and earn the ransom, from up here.

Bridge 2:

(with Bridge Riff):

I've willed, I've walked, I've read, I've talked.

I know, I know, I've been there before.

Chorus 2:

He...y, now we won't be raped,

He...y, now we won't be scarred like that.

He...y, we won't be raped,

He...y, we won't be scarred like that.

Middle 8:

Scared like that...

Break:

Verse 5:

And to love, a God, and to fear, a flame.

And to burn, a crowd that has a name.

Bridge 3:

(with Bridge Riff):

I've willed, I've walked, I've read, I've talked.

I know, I know, I've been there before.

Chorus 3:

He...y, now we won't be raped,

He...y, now we won't be scarred like that.

He...y, we won't be raped,

He...y, we won't be scarred like that.

Coda:

We won't be scarred like that,

We won't be scarred like that.

We won't be scarred like that, hey, hey.

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3...I ALONE... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

(Original Key: F#)

(*Transposed one Semi-tone higher)

Verse 1:

It's easier, not to be wise.

I Measure these things by your brains.

I sank into Eden with you.

A-lone in the church, by and by.

I'll read to you love; save your eyes.

You'll need them; your boat is at sea.

Your anchor is up; you've been swept away.

And the greatest of teachers won't hesitate,

To leave you there by yourself, chained to fate.

Chorus 1:

I a-lone love you, I a-lone tempt you.

I a-lone love you; fear is not the end of this.

I a-lone love you, I a-lone tempt you.

I a-lone love you.

Verse 2:

It's easier not to be great;

And measure these things by your eyes.

We long to be here, by his re-solve.

A-lone in the church by and by.

To cradle the baby in space.

And leave you there by yourself, chained to fate.

Chorus 2:

I a-lone love you, I a-lone tempt you.

I a-lone love you; fear is not the end of this.

I a-lone love you, I a-lone tempt you.

I a-lone love you, yeah...

(I a-lone love you, I a-lone tempt you).

I a-lone love you, yeah... ooh.

Break:

Oh now, we took it back too far; only love can save us now,

All these riddles that you burn; all come running back to you.

All these rhythms that you hide; only love can save us now.

All these riddles that you burn, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Chorus 3:

I a-lone love you, I a-lone tempt you.

I a-lone love you; fear is not the end of this.

I a-lone love you, I a-lone tempt you.

I a-lone love you, yeah...

Coda:

(I a-lone love you, I a-lone tempt you).

(I a-lone love you).

(I a-lone love you, I a-lone tempt you).

(I a-lone love you).

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4...IRIS... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

I liked the way my hand looked on your head;

In the presence of my knuckles.

But the beauty of this vision alone, just like yesterday's sunset.

Has been per-verted by the sentimental, and mistaken for love.

Chorus 1:

The felix of your truth will always break it,

And the iris of your eye, will always shake it.

And the armies, the armies I, I have cre-ated,

Will always hate it, will always bait you on...

Verse 2:

I liked the way my hand looked on your head,

In the presence of my struggle.

But the beauty of this vision alone, I can't shake from my tree just yet.

It keeps in-vading all my private moments; listen to me now.

Chorus 2:

The felix of your truth will always break it,

And the iris of your eye, will always shake it.

And the armies, the armies I, I have cre-ated,

Will always hate it, will always bait you on, on, on, yeah.

Bridge:

Woo! Come on!

Bbm (F)

Until I take their flags... until I take their flags.

Woo! Come on!

Until I take their flags.

Break:

Until I take their flags, until I take their flags.

They're deep inside my head, until I take their flags.

Chorus 3:

The felix of your truth will always break it,

And the iris of your eye, will always shake it.

And the armies, the armies I, I have cre-ated,

Will always hate it, will always bait you on.

Coda:

Until I take their flags.

F Eb, F Eb, F Eb Cm

Woo! Oh...

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5...LIGHTNING CRASHES... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

(Original Key: E)

(*Transposed one Semi-tone higher)

Intro:

Verse 1:

Lightning crashes; a new mother cries.

Her pla-centa falls, to the floor.

The angel opens her eyes; the confusion set's in,

Before the doctor, can even close the door.

Verse 2:

Lightning crashes; an old mother dies.

Her in-tentions fall, to the floor.

The angel closes her eyes; the confusion that was hers,

Belongs now, to the baby down the hall.

Chorus 1:

Oh now, feel it, coming back a-gain,

Like the rolling thunder, chasing the wind.

Forces pulling from the centre of the earth, a-gain; I can feel it.

Verse 3:

Lightning crashes; a new mother cries.

This moment she's been waiting for.

The angel opens her eyes; pale blue coloured eyes.

Presents the circle, and puts the glory out to hide, hide.

Chorus 2:

Oh now, feel it, coming back a-gain,

Like the rolling thunder, chasing the wind.

Forces pulling from the centre of the earth, a-gain; I can feel it.

I can feel it.

Break:

Am G, Am G, Am G, F G (x3)

Chorus 3:

Oh now, feel it, coming back a-gain,

Like the rolling thunder, chasing the wind.

Forces pulling from the centre of the earth, a-gain; I can feel it.

Chorus 4:

Oh now, feel it, coming back a-gain,

Like the rolling thunder, chasing the wind.

Forces pulling from the centre of the earth, a-gain; I can feel it.

Chorus 5:

Oh now, feel it, coming back a-gain,

Like the rolling thunder, chasing the wind.

Forces pulling from the centre of the earth, a-gain; I can feel it.

I can feel it,

I can feel it.

Outro:

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6...TOP... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

(Original Key: G#m)

(*Transposed one Semi-tone higher)

Intro:

Am Dsus2, Am Dsus2 Asus2 (x2)

Verse 1:

This is not helping me at all; what you are doing here,

In the name of God and love, it's the distri-bution of fear.

Pyramids, healing wines, analysts with fame.

I haven't got your de-gree, and I for-got your name.

Chorus 1:

Pick me up, put me on the ground, set me up and spin me all around.

No, you are not the one, you are not the one.

Break:

Am Dsus2 Am Dsus2, Asus2

No, sir...

Verse 2:

This is not helping me at all; where did we get this plan?

That you could give to me, what I might already have.

Pyramids, healing wines, a mu-sician's fame.

I volun-teered you my eyes, in place of facing me.

Chorus 2:

Pick me up, put me on the ground, set me up and spin me all around.

No you are not the one, you are not the one.

Pick me up, put me on the ground, set me up and spin me all around.

You are not the one,

You are not the one, I wish to see, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Break:

Oh, Hitler, in a robe of truth;

My emptiness has built your altar.

And I've worshiped myself in you for-ever, until now...

Chorus 3:

Pick me up,

Set me up.

Pick me up, no,

Set me up...

Coda:

You are not the one, no, no, you are not the one,

I wish to see, (pick me up), I wish to see, (set me up).

C Dsus2 C Dsus2, C

I wish to see, (pick me up), I wish to see, (set me up).

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7...ALL OVER YOU... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

(Original Key: G#)

Intro:

Verse 1:

Our love is, like water; pinned down and a-bused, for being strange.

Our love is, no other; than me a-lone, for me, all day.

Our love is, like water; pinned down and a-bused.

Chorus 1:

All over you, all over me; the sun, the fields, the sky.

I've often tried to hold the sea; the sun, the fields, the tide.

Pay me now, lay, me down.

Verse 2:

Our love is, like water; pinned down and a-bused, for being strange.

Our love is, no other; than me a-lone, for me, all day.

Our love is, like water; pinned down and a-bused.

Chorus 2:

All over you, all over me; the sun, the fields, the sky.

I've often tried to hold the sea; the sun, the fields, the tide.

Pay me now, lay, me down.

Pay me now, pay me now, lay, me down, lay me down, lay me down.

Chorus 3:

All over you, all over me.

All over you, all over me.

Pay me now, lay, me down, down.

Pay me now, pay me now, lay, me down, lay me down, lay me down.

Break:

(D)

Verse 3:

Our love is, like water; pinned down and a-bused, for being strange.

Our love is, no other; than me a-lone, hey, hey, hey.

Chorus 3:

All over you, all over me; the sun, the fields, the sky.

I've often tried to hold the sea; the sun, the fields, the tide.

Pay me now, lay, me down, down.

Pay me now, pay me now, lay, me down, lay me down, lay me down.

Outro:

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8...SHIT TOWNE... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

(Original Key: A#m)

Verse 1:

F G Am Asus4, Am Asus4

The Weavers, live up the street, from me.

F G Am Asus4, Am Asus4

The Crackheads, they live down the street, from me.

F G Am Asus4, Am Asus4

The tall grass, makes it hard to see, be-yond my proper-ty.

Hey man, this is criminal; this hard line symme-try, of people and pets.

Bridge 1:

We don't bother anyone; we keep to our-selves,

The mailman visits each of us, in turn.

We don't bother anyone; we keep to our-selves,

The mailman visits each of us, in time.

Chorus 1:

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live, in Shit Towne,

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live, in our town.

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live, in Shit Towne,

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live.

Verse 2:

F G Am Asus4, Am Asus4

The Weavers, live up the street, from me.

F G Am Asus4, Am Asus4

The Crackheads, they live down the street, from me.

Bridge 2:

We don't bother anyone; we keep to our-selves,

The mailman visits each of us, in turn.

We don't bother anyone; we keep to our-selves,

The mailman visits each of us, in time.

Chorus 2:

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live, in Shit Towne,

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live, in our town.

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live, in Shit Towne,

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live, in our town.

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live.

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live...

Break:

Oh yeah!...Do me wrong,

Woo!...Do me wrong,

Woo!...Do me wrong, don't hold me back.

Chorus 3:

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live, in Shit Towne,

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live, in our town.

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live, in Shit Towne,

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live.

Solo:

Coda:

Our... town, Shit Towne, Shit Towne,

Shit Towne, our town.

Shit Towne, Shit Towne,

Shit Towne, our town.

(Repeat to Fade)

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9...T.B.D... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

(Original Key: D#)

(*Transposed one Semi-tone higher)

Intro:

(Bass):

Verse 1:

In the moment, I was losing my head,

Readin' too much, and losing my head and I was.

Reaching forward; I was already there,

Readin' too much and losing my head.

This information caused a cut in the line,

Now I'm re-membering God and readin'; this is too much; it's so nice.

The print is smaller than the ants in the grass;

I'll have to put it away now.

Verse 2:

In the morning, there are things to be read,

Words to be said, and food to be fed, but I won't be there.

I'll be clutching on a megaphone pointed at my head; would you be there?

Would you kindly, read this word for word, so loud and clear?

I can't re-member it all, it needs to be clear, I tell you;

If the feeling drops out of your voice, would you kindly pick it up?

Chorus 1:

This is how, I'll go out tonight;

Dressed in blue by the book tonight.

This is how I'll go out tonight; but I don't need a book.

Interlude:

Verse 3:

We're talkin' anchors, talkin' ships, we're talkin' seas,

We're talking everything you need; you should be working now.

Not only asking how and the whereabouts of where you'll be;

I don't suspect you will be thinking.

When the brain is dead, and the mind has taken over;

This is a skill; this is not a game.

Where have you been; are you with us? Can you hear us?

Got the megaphone pointed at you.

Chorus 2:

This is how, I'll go out tonight;

Dressed in blue by the book tonight.

This is how I'll go out tonight; but I don't need a book.

Interlude:

Break:

Chorus 3:

This is how I'll go out tonight,

Dressed in blue by the book tonight.

This is how I'll go out tonight,

This is how I'll go out tonight; but I don't need a book, no.

Verse 4:

Hey, aah...

In the moment, I was losing my head,

Readin' too much, and losing my head and I was.

Reaching forward; I was already there,

Losing my head, readin' too much, losing my head.

Outro:

(Bass):

(Repeat to Fade)

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10...STAGE... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

I wanna feel, I wanna try,

I wanna rock, in the city tonight.

I wanna deal, don't wanna die,

I wanna bring my cap-tain Hook into the light.

Chorus 1:

People I've seen my day; ranting and raving, this beauty away.

We are by and large the same; but words are too feeble; they cannot contain.

He was a Rock and Roll Mes-siah, she was known for her child care,

The truth is gonna give up the world, if you can give up the stage,

The stage, the stage...come on!

Interlude:

Verse 2:

I wanna feel, I wanna try,

I wanna rock, in the city tonight.

I wanna deal, don't wanna die,

I wanna bring my cap-tain Hook into the light.

Chorus 2:

People I've seen my day; ranting and raving, this beauty away.

We are by and large the same; but words are too feeble; they cannot contain.

He was a Rock and Roll Mes-siah, she was known for her child care,

The truth is gonna give up the world, if you can give up the stage,

If I can give up the stage, if we can give up the stage...

Break:

Cm Ab, Eb Bb (x2)

Come to this, I can't come to you.

Don't do this; wake me up to-night.

Come to this, I can't come to you.

Don't do this; wake me up to-night,

Tonight, tonight, come on motherfucker!

Interlude:

Coda:

He was a Rock and Roll, Mes-siah;

How could you stand to lay, be-side her?

Be-side her? Be-side he...er...?

Outro:

(with Vocal Ad-libs)

F Eb, C# Eb (x12), Bb

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11...WAITRESS... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

(Original Key: C#)

(*Transposed one Semi-tone higher)

Verse 1:

Come on baby; leave some change behind;

She was a bitch, but I don't care.

She brought our food out on time;

Wore a funky bar-rette in her hair.

Chorus 1:

Come on baby, leave some change be-hind;

She was a bitch, but good e-nough, to leave some change;

Everybody's good enough, for some change.

The girl's got family; she needs cash,

To buy aspirin for her pain.

Everybody's good enough, for some change, some fucking change!

Verse 2:

Come on baby; leave some change behind;

She was a bitch, but I don't care.

She brought our food out on time;

Wore a funky bar-rette in her hair.

Chorus 2:

Come on baby, leave some change be-hind;

She was a bitch, but good e-nough, to leave some change;

Everybody's good enough, for some change.

We all get the flu, we all get aids;

We've got to stick to-gether, after all;

Everybody's good enough, for some change, some fuckin' change!

Break:

Come on baby!

C D (x4), C, E, (C)

Outro:

(With Whistling)

(Repeat to Fade)

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12...PILLAR OF DAVIDSON... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

(Original Key: G#m)

(*Transposed one Semi-tone higher)

Intro:

*(Fill):

Verse 1:

Warm bodies, I sense,

G *(Fill)

Are not machines that can only make money.

Past, perfect tense,

G *(Fill)

Words for a feeling, and all I've dis-covered.

I'll be along son,

G *(Fill)

With medicine, supposed to designed to make you high.

I'll be along son,

G *(Fill)

With words for a feeling, and all I've dis-covered.

Bridge 1:

Em F#m G Em F#m G Em F#m G *(Fill)

Old bad eyes, old bad eyes, old bad eyes.

Verse 2:

On loneliness comes,

G *(Fill)

Go see the foreman, go see the propheteer.

On loneliness drives;

G *(Fill)

We're taking our time, moving shit from this Holy slime.

Bridge 2:

Old bad eyes, old bad eyes,

Old bad eyes, almighty fear.

Chorus 1:

The shepard, won't leave me a-lone; he's in my face and I.

And I want you here, by my heart, and my head;

I can't start, 'till I'm dead.

Interlude:

Verse 3:

Warm bodies, I sense,

G *(Fill)

Are not machines that can only make money.

Past, perfect tense,

G *(Fill)

Words for a feeling, and all I've dis-covered.

Bridge 3:

Old bad eyes, old bad eyes,

Old bad eyes, almighty fear.

Chorus 2:

The shepard, won't leave me a-lone; he's in my face and I.

And I want you here, by my heart, and my head;

I can't start, 'till I'm dead.

Break:

Bridge 4:

Old bad eyes, old bad eyes,

Old bad eyes, almighty fear.

Chorus 3:

The shepard, won't leave me a-lone; he's in my face and I.

And I want you here, by my heart, and my head;

I can't start, 'till I'm dead.

Interlude:

Bridge 5:

Old bad eyes, old bad eyes,

Old bad eyes, almighty fear.

Chorus 4:

The shepard, won't leave me a-lone; he's in my face and I.

And I want you here, by my heart, and my head;

I can't start, 'till I'm dead.

Coda:

(Backing Vocals)

The shepard...

(Here I am locking horns with a stallion;

Failing to hold my head up; I'll go back again).

The shepard...

(Pillar of Davidson; feeling too high to go down,

Cheaper than our souls, he will want no more).

The shephard...

(Deeper and deeper, so I hold my head up;

Cheaper than our souls, he will want no more).

The shephard...

(Pillar of Davidson; feeling too high to go down),

Of my days, of my.

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13...WHITE DISCUSSION... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

I talk of freedom,

You talk of the flag.

I talk of revo-lution,

You'd much rather brag.

And as the decibals of this disenchanting discourse,

Con-tinues to drive the day.

The coin flips again, and a-gain, and again and a-gain,

As our sanity walks a-way.

Verse 2:

All this dis-cussion;

Though po-litical-ly correct,

Is dead beyond des-truction,

Though it leaves me quite e-rect.

And as the final sunset rolls behind the Earth,

And the clock is finally dead.

I'll look at you, you'll look at me, and we'll cry a lot,

But this will be what we said, this will be what we said.

Break:

Instrumental:

Break:

Bridge 1:

Look where all this talking got us, baby,

Look where all this talking got us, baby.

Look where all this talking got us, baby,

Look where all this talking got us, baby.

Break:

Breakdown:

(Spoken):

(E)

I warned you, I prepared you, I instructed you.

I told you how to respect, all the times and seasons.

Solo:

Coda:

Look where all this talking got us, baby,

Look where all this talking got us, baby.

Look where all this talking got us, baby,

Look where all this talking got us, baby.

Outro:

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14...HORSE... by Live

*from 'Throwing Copper' (1994)*

(Original Key: F#)

(*Transposed one Semi-tone higher)

Verse 1:

All the things that they make you say.

And all the love that you hide a-way.

I'll pick you up and it'll be al-right.

I'll pick you up and it'll be to-night.

Chorus 1:

She rode a horse into my head,

She rode a horse into my head.

She won't discipline the children.

And now they're running wild on the beach, and I don't care,

No, I don't care, no, I don't care.

Verse 2:

It's the middle of the night, and we're here;

Playing dominoes, and drinking beer.

I try to think of something deep to say.

But my well is dripping dry, to-day.

Chorus 2:

She rode a horse into my head,

She rode a horse into my head.

She won't discipline the children.

And now they're running wild on the beach, and I don't care,

No, I don't care, no, I don't care.

No, I don't care, hey, hey, hey.

Instrumental:

Chorus 3:

She rode a horse into my head,

She rode a horse into my head.

She won't discipline the children.

And now they're running wild on the beach, and I don't care,

No, I don't care, no, I don't care.

No, I don't care.

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2004 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

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