mewithoutYou – Blue Hen (Guitar)

"Blue Hen"
Intro: A—G
Notes B-F#-A-B-A-G x4
G---------2-4-2-0----
D----4-----------------
A—2-------------------

A
Fires of the lighthouse burning in the bay

Bm
Waters of the sound sleeping through the day

A
Ostrich of the night half buried in the sand

Bm
Nearer comes the man, sickle in his hand

A
Battles in the back seat, soap box car

Bm
Black-bolt lightning car I don't care who you are

A
Fires of the lighthouse, sound of the guitar

Bm
[?] regard

A                         C#m
Death where is thy sting? In the trails of 

F#m
Sunfish sails and curve stitch string?

A                         C#m
Black mass ghosts of half-chewed hosts

F#m
Off the Henlopen coast in the saltwater spring

A                         C#m
You arrive washed up in the tide Normally alive 

F#m
with your consolation boots of Spanish inquisition eyes

A                         C#m
Prancing around the stage at your advancing age

F#m
Offering stale communion to the presbyters of time?

A
Cousins on the swing set, rabbits in the grass:

Bm
Is it too much to ask to reproduce the past?

A
Stories of the ice boat wreck kept us warm

Bm
Sheltered from storm on the ocean floor

A                         C#m
And in the morning, we rest in Corinthian headdress

F#m
On couches of ivory

 A                         C#m
And wake in the moonlight Like badgers at midnight

F#m
To friends made in factories somewhere

A                         C#m
You'll know where to find us, our best years behind us

F#m
Barefooted pilgrims at shrines of our youth:

 A                         C#m
'Our joy was electric, our circles concentric...'

F#m
Converging on statues of permanence

A                         C#m
Death where is thy sting?

F#m
You ought to put more thought into what you bravely sing

 A                         C#m
Aft-mast ships of straw-short bricks

F#m
You'll soon see exactly where my victory is

A                         C#m
The spring to its slumber Your lighthouses black

F#m
Like virginal slumber I'll break like the lap

A                         C#m
Of your Delaware shore Your Blue Hen remains

F#m
Will dissolve at my door Like a teaspoon of salt in the rain

A                         C#m
And comfort your family With words like eternity

F#m
And friends made in factories somewhere