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Verdi Cries 10,000 Maniacs
[C] The man in [B7]119 takes his [G]tea all a[C]lone
[G] Mornings [A7]we all rise to [G7]wireless [A7]Verdi cries
[C] I'm hearing [A7]opera through the [D7]door[D] [Dsus] [D]
The souls of men and women, impassioned all
Their voices climb and fall, battle trumpets call
I feel the bath and climb inside, singing
CHORUS: [G] La la [A7]la, la la [D7]la[D] [Dsus] [D]
[G] La la [A7]la, la la [D7]la[D] [Dsus] [D]
He will not touch their pastry but every day they bring him more
Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away
And then go eat them on the shore
CHORUS, followed by:
[C]Oh, [D]la, [G]la la la la la
[C] I draw a [B7]jackal-headed [G]woman in the [C]sand
[G] Sing of a [A7]lover's fate [G7]sealed by [A7]jealous hate
And [G]wash my hand in the [C]sea
[G] With just [A7]three days more I'd have [G7]just about learned the en[A7]tire score
[D7] To Aida[D] [Dsus] [D]
(as last verse)
Holidays must end as you know
All is memory, taken home with me
The opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawings, the virgin sea, all
Years ago
CHORUS
INSTRUMENTAL: repeat chorus chords, end on G
From: Lee Eugene T
Subject: CRD: VERDI CRIES - 10,000 MANIACS
Verdi Cries - This should match the version on the cd.
CAPO 1
INTRO: D, A, Bm, A
[G]The man in [A]119 takes his t[D]ea alone[G].
[D]Mornings w[G]e all rise [D]to wireless[G] Verdi cries.
[D]I'm hearing o[G]pera through the do[A]or.
(same as 1st verse)
The souls of men and women, impassioned all.
Their voices climb and fall;
battle trumpets call.
I fill the bath and climb inside,
singing l[D]a, la l[G/B]a la la la l[A]a
[D]la la la[G/B] la la la[A]
G/B (the rest is same)
He will not touch their pastry
but every day they bring hiM more.
Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal
them all away and then go
and eat them on the shore.
[D]LA LA [G/B]LA LA LA [A]LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
[F]LA LA [G]LA LA LA [A]LA
I draw a jackel-headed woman in the sand,
sing of a loveRS fate
sealed by jealous hate
then wash my hand in the sea.
With jusT three days more
I'd have just about learned the entire
scire to Aida.
Holidays must end as you know.
All is memory taken home with me:
the opera, the stolen tea, the sand
drawing, the verging sea, all
years ago.
[D]LA LA[G/B] LA LA LA [A]LA
END ON D.
G/B:X2003X
GENE
et-lee@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu
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