Michael Maher
An attempt at documenting the chords from the rendition by Stocky76
http://youtube.com/watch?vL7yMMi--3aw
Capo on 3rd Fret
Intro
[D] [G] [D] [Gmaj7]
[D]Oh, where is your inf[G]lammatory[A7] writ[D]
[D]Your text that would incite[G] a light,[A7] "Be lit"[D]
[D]Our music deserving devotion unswerving
Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor
Well, no you do not, if you cann[G]ot get over it[A7][D]
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/j/joanna_newsom/inflammatory_writ_crd.html )
[Gmaj7]But what's it mean when suddenly we're s[Bm]pent, tell me true
[Gmaj7]Ambition came and reared its head, and w[Bm]ent far from you
[Gmaj7]Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden
But you [Bm]dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread
Just a s[D]upper of salt and a waltz [G]through your empty bed[A7][D]
And [F]all at once it came [A7]to me
And I wr[Dm]ote and hunched 'till four-t[F]hirty
But that ve[Cm]stal ligh[Gm]t
It b[A7]urns out with the night[D]
In [G7]spite of all the time that we spent o[Dm]n it
[F]One bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
While ou[G]tside, the wild boars ro[D]ot
Without ben[Bm]ding a bough underfoo[A7]t
Oh it br[C]eaks my heart
I don't kn[G]ow how they do it
So don't ask me
And as for my inflammatory writ
Well, I wrote it an I was not inflamed one bit
Advice from the master derailed that disaster
He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
While across the great plains, keening lovely and awful
Ululate the last Great American Novels
An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit
[D]But at least they didn't[C] run, to their undying c[G]redit[A7][D]
An attempt at documenting the chords from the rendition by Stocky76
http://youtube.com/watch?vL7yMMi--3aw
Capo on 3rd Fret
Intro
[D] [G] [D] [Gmaj7]
[D]Oh, where is your inf[G]lammatory[A7] writ[D]
[D]Your text that would incite[G] a light,[A7] "Be lit"[D]
[D]Our music deserving devotion unswerving
Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor
Well, no you do not, if you cann[G]ot get over it[A7][D]
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/j/joanna_newsom/inflammatory_writ_crd.html )
[Gmaj7]But what's it mean when suddenly we're s[Bm]pent, tell me true
[Gmaj7]Ambition came and reared its head, and w[Bm]ent far from you
[Gmaj7]Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden
But you [Bm]dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread
Just a s[D]upper of salt and a waltz [G]through your empty bed[A7][D]
And [F]all at once it came [A7]to me
And I wr[Dm]ote and hunched 'till four-t[F]hirty
But that ve[Cm]stal ligh[Gm]t
It b[A7]urns out with the night[D]
In [G7]spite of all the time that we spent o[Dm]n it
[F]One bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
While ou[G]tside, the wild boars ro[D]ot
Without ben[Bm]ding a bough underfoo[A7]t
Oh it br[C]eaks my heart
I don't kn[G]ow how they do it
So don't ask me
And as for my inflammatory writ
Well, I wrote it an I was not inflamed one bit
Advice from the master derailed that disaster
He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
While across the great plains, keening lovely and awful
Ululate the last Great American Novels
An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit
[D]But at least they didn't[C] run, to their undying c[G]redit[A7][D]
