Tim Buckley – Venice Beach Music Boats By The Bay (Guitar)

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White heat of swaying day, dark slap of conga cries,

               C
“Come out and breathe as one”

A
Salt sea and fiddles drone, out on the dancing stone

                 C
While the Santa Anas blow

           B                 A
Sing the music boats in the bay

Cmaj7               Em9    Cmaj7              Em9
Here sunrise was stinging full of all our longing

Dadd9   Gm           Dadd9
If you can’t give me comfort

   Gm               Dadd9        Gm      Dmaj7
At least come for a reel on the long promenade

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You’ll see old crazy Ed dressed in his sheets of white

               C
dragging from pier to pier

A
Hustling his drinking dimes all for the life of crime

           C
Until it cracks his heart

           B                 A
Sing the music boats in the bay

Cmaj7             Em9     Cmaj7            Em9
I swear there is summer, sunlight in the water

Dadd9       Gm           Dadd9             Gm
And if you can’t get in, come for a little reel

                 Dadd9         Gm      Dmaj7
Oh, I'm blattered down on the long promenade

A
Now one is for one alone, two for the tug of war

                C
Three for the shining guard

A
Four for the hands of man, five for the loves that stand

C
Six for our rolling bones

         B                  A
And the music boats in the bay

Cmaj7               Em9    Cmaj7              Em9
Here sunrise was stinging, for all of our longing