Mother Mother – All The Dying (Guitar)
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(2)
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Chords
[Verse 1: Ryan Guldemond with Molly Guldemond]
A C#m When I see a face of anonymity A C#m Crying on the street, it does something to me A G# D I make believe malady, tragedy
[Verse 2: Ryan with Molly Guldemond and Jasmin Parkin]
A C# Flowers on the grave is a beautiful thing A D 'Cause flowers on the grave still means they're getting something A G# But when the flowers ain't there, and the grave is bare D I think of old dead bones that don't get theirs
[Chorus: Ryan with Molly Guldemond]
C#m A I think of all the butchers and all the beef C#m A I think of all the flies in all the hеat C#m C#m C#m I think of all the dying and dying and dying
[Post-Chorus: Molly Guldemond with Jasmin Parkin]
D A Dying and dying and decomposing C#m D Dying and dying's for real
[Verse 3: Ryan with Molly Guldemond and Jasmin Parkin]
A C#m Whеn I see the damned in their dire straights A D Damning all the men with those American names A I say "don't damn the man, damn your hand G# For makin' a fist and shaking it all around" D D Damn the hand, damn your hand
[Chorus 2: Ryan with Molly and Jasmin]
C#m A Oh, you can damn the butchers and damn the beef C#m A Oh, you can damn the flies in all the heat C#m C#m C#m Or you can damn the dying and dying and dying
[Guitar Solo]
A C#m Bm F (Fuck!)
[Post-Chorus: Molly Guldemond with Jasmin Parkin]
A C#m Dying and dying and decomposing A D Dying and dying's for real A C#m Dying and dying and pounds of posy A D Dying and dying's forever
[Bridge: Ryan with Molly and Jasmin]
A B E When I hear the crying of a siren in the night A B E I think of piles of writhing people, fighting for their lives A G#m I see an image of a body, broken and beet red D Cm Dm Em I hear the a cappella angels singing for the dead
[Outro: Ryan with Molly and Jasmin]
C#m A I think of all the butchers and all the beef C#m A I think of all the flies in all the heat C#m C E A I think of all the dirt that lays a bed for bones C#m C E A I think of all the words that get written on the stones C#m C E A I think of all the surf that come crashing over souls C#m I think of all the dying C#m All the dying C#m All the dying C#m All the dying