Cardiacs – Fast Robert (Guitar)

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The life and soul cries hi-imself blind for shor-ter life

N.C.                              A
Dull as ditch wa-ter and swal-low whole

    G#m         C#   G#m   C#
The birth-right of a ba-by soul

   G#m      C#         G#m      E    
Co-vers her ba-by with mo-thers hole

E
One day he's born and he likes the world

E
And all she holds she says she's round

E
And in the ground life all a-round

E                                 A
Life all a-round and it takes him down

    G#m        C#       G#m        C#          G#m       C#
The dark's too brown to see what's here but it keeps him warm

       G#m      A  E     G               
And it knows no fe-ar... like day or year

E
Poi-son in my i-dle mind 

                                        A
Makes quick work for the Me-phis-to-phe-les

    G#m      C#        G#m   C#
Who quick-ly makes his ex-cu-ses

   G#m     C#      G#m       C#
To hea-ven his own course he sets

       F#   D  A    E                        G
With_a mind to save his_soul and mine what's fal-ling to thin-king

F       G       F     G       F     G      F      A
Pret-ty girl ob-li-vi-on, hos-ti-li-ty and sus-pi-cion

   G#m      C#       G#m   C#
So what cre-ates com-pe-ti-tion?

     G#m     C#   
Pipe re-trac-ted

       G#m
Stowed a-way

[Chorus]
F          G          C#
Co-ver the ba-by with-out thin-king 

D#       A               B           F         G 
As if to shield him with the war-den-ship of a jar

B            F          G            C#          G#       F 
His mum will hide him a-way from all dan-ger but not very far

G#        E
Not very (far)

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F#   D    A    E                 G
Slee-ping quie-tly drea-ming the last mo-ments of some

F     G        F         G         F       G
Me-di-cine and na-tional song, all up-side down

   F        A         G#m       C#
It came out wrong and turned me on

   G#m       C#
It turned me on

   G#m      C#        G#m      A    E        G             D 
It turns me slee-ping quiet-ly drea-ming the last mo-ments of some

F         G         F         G
Drow-ning girls and drow-ning boys

    F      G         F       A
Bob up and down like stu-pid toys

     G#m      C#      G#m      C#
They bob like you who loved me too

    G#m      C#      G#m
Who loved me just in time to...

[Chorus]
F          G          C#
Co-ver the ba-by with-out thin-king 

D#       A               B           F         G 
As if to shield him with the war-den-ship of a jar

B            F          G            C#          G#       F 
His mum will hide him a-way from all dan-ger but not very far

G#        
Not very 

F          G          C#
Co-ver the ba-by with-out thin-king 

D#       A               B           F         G 
As if to shield him with the war-den-ship of a jar

B            F          G            C#          G#       F 
His mum will hide him a-way from the dan-ger but not very far

G#       
Not very 

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