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. A 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 INTRO (E Cmaj7 Asus2) x4 VERSE 1

^EMy name is Leslie Anne Levine^Cmaj7 ^Asus2 ^EMy mother birthed me down a ^Cmaj7dry ravin^Asus2e ^EMy mother birthed me fa^Cmaj7r too soon^Asus2 ^EBorn at nine and dead at ^Bnoon ^Asus2

CHORUS

^AFifteen years gone now, I still wander this ^C#mparapet And shake my rattle bone^A ^AFifteen years gone now, I still cling to the ^C#mpetticoats Of the ^Cgirl who d^Bied with m^Ee

(E Cmaj7 Asus2) x2 VERSE 2

^EOn the roof above the streets^Cmaj7 ^Asus2 ^EThe only love I've known's a ^Cmaj7chimney s^Asus2weep ^ELost and lodged inside a flue^Cmaj7 ^Asus2 ^EBack in 184^B2 ^Asus2

CHORUS

^AFifteen years gone now, I still wail from th^C#mese catacombs And curse my mother's name ^A ^AFifteen years gone now, still a wastrel mesa^C#mllied Has bro^Cught this ^Bfate on me^E

(E Cmaj7 Asus2) x2 VERSE 3

^EMy name is Leslie Anne Levine^Cmaj7 ^Asus2 ^EI've no one left to mourn for^Cmaj7 me ^Asus2 ^EMy body lies inside its grave^Cmaj7 ^Asus2 ^EIn a ditch not far away^B ^Asus2

CHORUS

^AFifteen years gone now, I still wander this ^C#mparapet And shake my rattle bone^A ^AFifteen years gone now, I still cling to the ^C#mpetticoats Of the ^Cgirl who d^Bied with m^Ee

OUTRO E Cmaj7 Asus2 E

^Cmaj7Who died w^Asus2ith me ^E ^Cmaj7Who died w^Asus2ith me ^E ^Cmaj7Who died w^Asus2ith me ^E

II. Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect Originally tabbed by: Unregistered D9sus2: - 5 0 0 3 0 INTRO (Cmaj7 D9sus2)x2 VERSE 1

^Cmaj7 And here I ^D9sus2dreamt I was a ^Cmaj7soldier ^D9sus2 ^Cmaj7And I marche^D9sus2d the streets o^Cmaj7f Birken^D9sus2au ^Cmaj7And I recall^D9sus2 in spring the ^Cmaj7perfume ^D9sus2that the air would bring To the ^Cmaj7indolent town ^D9sus2 ^Cmaj7 ^D9sus2 ^Cmaj7 ^D9sus2

VERSE 2

^Cmaj7Where the ba^D9sus2rkers called th^Cmaj7e moon d^D9sus2own ^Cmaj7The carnival^D9sus2 was ringing lo^Cmaj7udly now^D9sus2 ^Cmaj7And just to ^D9sus2lay with you th^Cmaj7ere’s ^D9sus2nothing that I wouldn’t do Save la^Cmaj7y my rifle dow^D9sus2n ^Cmaj7 ^D9sus2 ^Cmaj7 ^D9sus2

CHORUS

^Dsus2And try one, ^Cmaj7 and try two ^Dsus2Guess it alwa^Cmaj7ys comes down to ^Dsus2Alright, well^Cmaj7 okay ^Dsus2 Guess it’^Cmaj7s better to turn th^Cmaj7is way... D9sus2 Cmaj7 D9sus2 Cmaj7 D9sus2 Cmaj7 D9sus2

VERSE 3

^Cmaj7And I am not^D9sus2hing of a build^Cmaj7er ^D9sus2 ^Cmaj7But here I d^D9sus2reamt I was an ^Cmaj7architec^D9sus2t ^Cmaj7And I built ^D9sus2this balustrade^Cmaj7 to keep^D9sus2 you home, to keep you safe From th^Cmaj7e outside worl^D9sus2d ^Cmaj7 ^D9sus2 ^Cmaj7 ^D9sus2

VERSE 4

^Cmaj7But the angl^D9sus2es and the corn^Cmaj7ers ^D9sus2 ^Cmaj7Even though ^D9sus2my work is unpa^Cmaj7ralleled^D9sus2 ^Cmaj7They never s^D9sus2eemed to meet, ^Cmaj7the stru^D9sus2cture fell about our feet And we ^Cmaj7were free to g^D9sus2o ^Cmaj7 ^D9sus2 ^Cmaj7 ^D9sus2

CHORUS

VERSE 5

^Cmaj7And here in ^D9sus2Spain I am a Sp^Cmaj7aniard ^D9sus2 ^Cmaj7I will be bu^D9sus2ried with my ma^Cmaj7rionette^D9sus2s ^Cmaj7Countess and^D9sus2 courtesans wil^Cmaj7l fall b^D9sus2eneath my tender hand When th^Cmaj7eir husbands a^D9sus2re not ar^Cmaj7ound ^D9sus2 ^Cmaj7 ^D9sus2

VERSE 6

^Cmaj7But you my s^D9sus2oiled teenage g^Cmaj7irlfrien^D9sus2d ^Cmaj7Though you a^D9sus2re furrowed lik^Cmaj7e a lion^D9sus2ess ^Cmaj7And we are v^D9sus2agabonds, we tr^Cmaj7avel wit^D9sus2hout seat belts on We live^Cmaj7 this close to^D9sus2 death ^Cmaj7 ^D9sus2 ^Cmaj7 ^D9sus2

CHORUS

^Dsus2And try one, ^Cmaj7 and try two ^Dsus2Guess it alwa^Cmaj7ys comes down to ^Dsus2Alright, well^Cmaj7 okay ^Dsus2 Guess it’^Cmaj7s better to tu^Cmaj7rn this

OUTRO

^Dsus2Well I won, a^Cmaj7nd you lose, g^Dsus2uess it alway^Cmaj7s comes down to ^Dsus2The alright, ^Cmaj7it’s okay,^Dsus2 guess it’s^Cmaj7 better to turn this ^Cmaj7Way... ^D9sus2 (Cmaj7 D9sus2)x3

III. July, July! Originally tabbed by: letdown00 INTRO E VERSE 1

^AThere is a ^Broad that meets the ^Eroad that goes to ^Dmy house ^AAnd how the ^Bgreen grows ^Ethere. ^AAnd we got ^Bspecial boots that ^Ebeat the path to ^Dmy house And it's ^Acareful, and it's ^Bcareful when I'm ^Ethere.

VERSE 2

^AAnd I say y^Bour uncle was a croo^Eked French Canadia^Dn ^AAnd he was g^Bunshot runni^Eng gin ^AAnd how his^B guts were all suspe^Ended in his finger^Ds And how h^Ae held'em, how hel^Bd'em, held'em in.^E

PRE-CHORUS

And the ^F#mwater rolls down the ^Edrain. The ^F#mwater rolls down the ^Edrain. O what a ^DLonely thing! In a ^Elonely drain!

CHORUS

^A Ju^Dly, Ju^Ely, Ju^Dly ^ANever ^Dseemed so ^Estrange ^A Ju^Dly, Ju^Ely, Ju^Dly ^ANever ^Dseemed so^E, never ^Dseemed so ^Astra^Dnge. ^E

VERSE 3

^AThis is the^B story of the road t^Ehat goes to my hou^Dse ^AAnd what gho^Bsts do there^E remain. ^AAnd all the^B thoughts that run t^Ehe length and brea^Ddth of my house And the c^Ahickens, how they ^Brattle chicken ch^Eains.

VERSE 4

^AAnd we'll r^Bemember this when we^E are old and ancie^Dnt, ^AThough the s^Bpecifics mig^Eht be vague. ^AAnd I'll sa^By your camisole was ^Ea sprightly light ^Dmagenta When in f^Aact it was a nappy^B bluish gray. ^E

PRE-CHORUS

And the ^F#mwater rolls down the ^Edrain. The ^F#mblood rolls down the ^Edrain. O what a ^DLonely thing! In a ^Eblood-red drain!

CHORUS

^A Ju^Dly, Ju^Ely, Ju^Dly ^ANever ^Dseemed so ^Estrange ^A Ju^Dly, Ju^Ely, Ju^Dly ^ANever ^Dseemed so^E, never ^Dseemed so ^Astra^Dnge. ^E

OUTRO

^ANever ^Dseemed so ^Estrange ^ANever ^Dseemed so ^Estrange ^ANever ^Dseemed so ^Estrange

IV. A Cautionary Song Originally tabbed by: Unregistered Dm/A is 1 strum of the Dm chord, followed by one strum of an A chord. In the verses it is repeated. INTRO (Dm/A) x4 VERSE 1

^Dm/AThere's a place your mother goes, when everybody else is soundly ^G/Dsleeping ^DmThrough the lights of beacon street And if you listen you can hear her ^Gweeping, She's ^Aweeping, cause the ^Bbgentlemen are calling

CHORUS

And the snow is softly falling on her ^Fpetticoats. And she's s^Bbtanding in the harbor And she's waiting for the sailors in the ^Fjolly boat. See how ^Athey approach

VERSE 2

^Dm/AWith dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe within their^G/D keeping ^DmA gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from ^G Any sp^Aeaking, or screamin^Bbg

CHORUS

And they row her out to packets where ^Fthe sailor's sorry racket Calls for m^Bbaidenhead And she's scarce above the gunwales wh^Fen her clothes fall to a Bundle and she's laid i^An bed on the upper deck ^GmLa la la la laa,^Ala la la laa^Gm, ^A

VERSE 3

^Dm/AAnd so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms so ru^G/Ddely pinioned ^Dm'Til at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teem^Ging Minion^As, in their opinion^Bbs

CHORUS

And they tell her not to say a thing t^Fo cousin, kindred, kith or Kin or she'^Bbll end up dead And they throw her thirty dollars and ^Freturn her to the harbor Where she goes to bed^A, and this is how your fed

OUTRO

^GmSo be kind to your mother, though she may ^Aseem an awful bother, and the ^Gmnext time she tries to feed you collard ^Agreens, Remember what she does when you're asleep ^A ^Dm

V. Odalisque Originally tabbed by: aflowerandagun INTRO (Ebm Ab B B/F#)x2 VERSE 1

^EbmThey^Ab've^B c^B/F#ome to find you, Odalisque ^EbmAs t^Abhe ^Bli^B/F#ght dies horribly ^BbmOn a^Bbm fir^Ebme es^Abcape you walk ^BbmAll ^Bbmrare^Ebm and^Ab re^Bso^B/F#lved to drop Ebm Ab B B/F#

VERSE 2

^EbmAnd ^Abwhe^Bn ^B/F#they find you, Odalisque ^EbmThey^Ab wi^Bll^B/F# rend you, terribly ^BbmStit^Bbmch f^Ebmrom ^Abstitch 'til all ^BbmYour^Bbm lin^Ebmen l^Abimb^Bs ^B/F#will fall Ab B C# x2

CHORUS Ab Ab Ab B C# / Ab Ab B B Lazy lady had a baby girl Ab Ab Ab B C# / Ab

^AbAnd ^Aba sw^Beet^C# sound it made Ab Ab Ab B C# / Ab ^AbRais^Bed^B on pradies, peanut shells and dirt Ab Ab Ab B C# / Ab ^AbIn a^Ab rai^Blro^C#ad cul-de-sac ^C#And^Eb what do we do with ten baby shoes ^BA ^C#mkit bag full of marbles and a broken billiard cue? ^BWhat do we do? Ab Ab Ab B C# x2 What do we do?

CHORUS 2 Ab Ab Ab B C# / Ab

^AbFift^Bee^Bn stitches will mend those britches right Ab Ab Ab B C# / Ab ^AbAnd ^Abthem^B ri^C#p them down again Ab Ab Ab B C# / Ab ^AbSapl^Bin^Bg switches will rend those rags alright Ab Ab Ab B C# / Ab ^AbWhat^Ab a s^Bwee^C#t sound it makes ^C#And^Ab what we do with ten dirty Jews ^BA ^C#mthirty-ought full of rock salt and a warm afternoon? ^BWhat do we do? ^BbWhat do we do?

BRIDGE

^BbLay your belly under mine ^BbNaked under me, under m^Be ^Bb ^BbSuch a filthy dimming shine Bb B A#* The way you kick and scream, kick and scream Bb Bb/A Bb Bb Bb/A Ab Bb

CHORUS

^C#And^Eb what do we with ten baby shoes ^BA ^C#mkit bag full of marbles and broken billiard cue? ^BWhat do we do? ^AbWha^Abt d^Abo w^Be ^C#do? Ab Ab Ab B C# Ab Ab Ab B C# / Ab

OUTRO

^AbLaz^By ^Blady had a baby girl ^AbAnd a sweet sound it made

VI. Cocoon Originally tabbed by: Unregistered INTRO (Dmaj7 Gmaj7) x2 VERSE 1

^Dmaj7This cocoon, caught in Vesuvius' ^Gmaj7shadow Only the ashes r^Dmaj7emain And ^Gmaj7I waited there for you Why couldn't ^Dmaj7you? ^Gmaj7

VERSE 2

^Dmaj7Here we lie waiting for something to^Gmaj7 startle To shake us from gravity's ^Dmaj7pull And ^Gmaj7so sleeping hours are through What can we ^Dmaj7do? ^Gmaj7

PRE-CHORUS

The s^Bmorry conclusion, the l^Gmaj7ow dirty war, it^Em7 happened before you came to But t^Bmhis is solution, and t^Gmaj7his is amends The j^Em7oke always tends to come true But t^Chere on your windowsill o^Amver the unmoving pl^Eatoon W^Critten in paperback, vi^Amew to the quarterback's ^Eroom Unde^Gr waning moon

CHORUS

This q^D/F#uiet serves ^Dm/Fonly to h^Emide you Pr^Bm/F#ovide y^Emou What I ^Gknew, what ^GmI knew, it'd come back to^Dmaj7 you ^Gmaj7

Dmaj7 Gmaj7 VERSE 3

^Dmaj7Take this palm, follow the lines her^Gmaj7e are written And script out the rest of your li^Dmaj7fe An^Gmaj7d feel your fingers falling slack And all folding^Dmaj7 back ^Gmaj7

PRE-CHORUS

The t^Bmainted election, the h^Gmaj7ole in the sky ^Em7Command what is tried, what is true But w^Bmithout solution, with ^Gmaj7feet on the ground ^Em7It won't make a sound 'til you're through So lo^Cosen your shoulder blades^Am This is your hour to make due ^E Becau^Cse there on the timberlin^Ame Deep cold November shines through ^E Soft and ab^Gsolute

CHORUS

This q^D/F#uiet serves ^Dm/Fonly to h^Emide you Pr^Bm/F#ovide y^Emou What I ^Gknew, what ^GmI knew, it'd come back to^Dmaj7 you ^Gmaj7

VII. Grace Cathedral Hill Originally tabbed by: Unregistered VERSE 1

^GGrace Cathedral hill, All wra^Empped in the bones of a setting sun, All dust and^C stone and moribund. I paid twenty^D-five cents to light A li^D7ttle white candle Fo^Gr a New Year's day I ^Emsat and watched it burn away Then ^Cturned and weaved through the slow decay. We were b^Doth a little hungry So we w^D7ent to get a hotdog. ^GDown the Hyde St. Pier, The light^Em was slight and disappeared. The air^C, it sunk of fish and beer. We ^Dheard a superman trumpet Play the ^D7National Anthem.

CHORUS

^CAnd the world may b^Gelong for y^Emou, But^C he'll never be^Glong to ^Emyou. Bu^Ct on a motorbike, W^Cmhen all the city lights ^Dblind your eyes to^D7night, Are you feeling b^Cetter now? ^D Are you feel^Ging be...ttttter..n^Emooooww. Are you fee^Cling better now? ^Cm

VERSE 2

^GSome way to greet the year: Your eyes^Em all bright and brimmed with tears. The pilgrims^C, pills and tourist here All sing ^D"Fifty three bucks To b^D7uy a brand new halo."

I'm sweet on a green-eyed girl,

All fiery^Em Irish clip and curl, All brine an^Cd piss and vinegar. I paid tw^Denty-five vents to light A li^D7ttle white candle.

CHORUS

OUTRO

^G(L^Ema..la..^C.la..^Cm.la...) x2

VIII. The Legionnaire's Lament Originally tabbed by: letdown00 VERSE 1

I'm a ^Dmlegionnaire, camel in ^Fdisrepair, Hoping for a ^GFrigidaire to come ^Bbpassing ^Aby. I am ^Dmon reprieve, lacking my ^Fjoise de vivre, Missing my ^Ggay Paree in this ^Bbdesert ^Adry.

VERSE 2

And I ^Dmwrote my girl, told her I ^Fwould not return, I've terribly t^Gaken a turn for the ^Bbworse now, I ^Afear. It's been a yea^Dmr or more Since they shipped me to this ^Fforeign shore, Fighting in a ^Gforeign war, So far^Bb away from my ^Ahome.

CHORUS

If only some ^Frain would fall on the ^Chouses and the boulevards And the s^Gmidewalk bagatelles (it's like a^Bb dream). With a roa^Fr of cars and the ^Clolling of the cafe bars The swe^Gmetly sleeping sweeping of the ^BbSeine. Lord, I ^Bbmdon't know if I'll ever be back ag^Dmain. La Da ^FDum Dum La Da Da ^GDum ^Bb ^A

VERSE 3

Medica^Dmting in the sun with p^Finch doses of laudanum, Longing for the^G old fecundity of my^Bb homeland^A. Curses^Dm to this mirage! A bo^Fttle of ancient Shiraz! The smattering ^Gof distant applause is ringing^Bb in my poor e^Aars. On the^Dm old left bank, my bab^Fy in a charabanc, Riding up the w^Gidth and length of t^Bbhe Champs Ely^Asee.

CHORUS

BRIDGE Dm F G Bb A CHORUS

OUTRO

Be back a^Cgain, be back a^Gmgain, O be back ^Bbagain. Oh oh oh oh ^Foh, la la la ^Cla, la la la ^Gmla, oh oh oh ^Bboh ^Bbm F C Gm Bb Bbm Dm

IX. Clementine INTRO (D G A) x2 VERSE 1

^DYou slept in your ^Goveral^Als ^DAfter the w^Grecking ba^All ^DBereft you o^Gf house and h^Aome ^DAnd left you with swe^Get fuck-a^All

CHORUS

So we g^Bmot in your car With our ki^Gckabout hearts And we ho^Emllered out 'sweet cle^Amentine'

VERSE 2

^DTell your mom to m^Garry us^A ^Da candle to c^Garry ^Aus ^Dwith cans on our bi^Gcycle fend^Aers ^Dso sweet and hi^Glariou^As

CHORUS

^BmAnd we'll find us a home Built of p^Gackaging foam That will b^Eme there 'til after we di^Ae

BRIDGE (D G A)x5 VERSE 3

^DAnd, i'll play the c^Glarin^Aet ^DUse clamshells for cas^Gtinet^As ^DWe play with our b^Gags on our should^Aers ^DMy sweet lady l^Gioness^A

CHORUS

And I w^Bmatch as you sleep So indel^Gibly deep And I h^Emum to you sweet clement^Aine

(D G A) x5 X. California One/Youth And Beauty Brigade DROP D TUNING INTRO: D Em F#m G Em D VERSE 1

^DTake a long drive with m^Eme On California one, On California ^Done Take a long drive with me^Em On California one, On California ^Done

CHORUS And the road a-winding goes

From golden gat^Gme to roaring cliff-side^D And the light is softly low as our heart^Gms become sweetly untied ^D Beneath the su^Cn ^Gof California one ^D

VERSE 2

Take a long dram with me^Em Of California wine, of California wine^D Take a long dram with me^Em Of California wine, of California wine^D

CHORUS And the wine it tastes so sweet

As we la^Gmy our eyes to wander^D And the sky, it stretches deep Will we res^Gmt our heads to slumber^D Beneath the ^Cvines of California wine? ^DBeneath the ^Csun ^Gof California One ^D

BRIDGE D Asus4 D D+ Em G Em G D+ D+ Annabelle lies, sleeps with quiet eyes

On this^G se^Ema-drift^G sun ^Em D+ What can you do?

And if I said, O it's in your head

On this^G se^Ema-drift^G sun ^Em D+ What can you do?

^DWe're calling all bed wetters and ambulance chasers Poor picker-pockets bring 'em in

^D/F#Come join the ^Gyouth and beauty brigade ^D ^D/F#Come join the ^Gyouth and beauty brigade ^D

We're lining up the light-loafers And the bored bench warmers Castaways and cutouts, fill it up

^D/F#Come join the ^Gyouth and beauty brigade^D ^D/F#Come join the ^Gyouth and beauty brigade^D N^Emothing will ^F#mstand in our way^G

I figured I had pai^Ad my deb^Dt to society ^G By ^F#mpaying my overdue fin^Emes at the ^GMultnomah County Library, at

the library they said son, go join up

^Dgo join the ^Gyouth and beauty brigade^D'

^D/F#Come join the ^Gyouth and beauty brigade^D ^D/F#Come join the ^Gyouth and beauty brigade^D ^D/F#Come join the ^Gyouth and beauty brigade^D ^EmNothing will^F#m stand in our wa^Gy

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