David Bowie

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             D
And so the story goes they wore the clothes
                                    Em         A
They said the things to make it seem improbable
                D                       Em A
The whale of a lie like they hope it was
         D
And the Goodmen Tomorrow had their feet in the wallow
           Em
And their heads of Brawn were nicer shorn
     A                                    D
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
         Em                      A
And the world was asleep to our latent fuss
D Em
Sighing, the swirl through the streets
 A
Like the crust of the sun

Chorus:
        Bm
The Bewlay Brothers
        A
In our Wings that Bark
         G
Flashing teeth of Brass
         F#
Standing tall in the dark
F#sus4  F#      Asus2
Oh, And we were Gone
                       G
Hanging out with your Dwarf Men
         G  D/F#  Em
We were so turned on
                     C
By your lack of conclusions

I was stone and he was wax
So he could scream and still relax
Unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old and dust would flow
Thru our veins and lo!
It was midnight back at the kitchen door
Like the grim face on the cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote cannot be found today
And it was stalking time for the Moonboys

Chorus:
The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
And the Devil may be here
But he can't sing about that
Oh, and we were gone
Real cool traders
We were so turned on
You thought we were fakers

Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
And woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he could be not, he could be you
He's chameleon, comedian, Corinthian and caricature
Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky
Bewlay Brothers
In the feeble and the Bad

Chorus:
The Bewlay Brothers
In the blessed and cold
In the crutch-hungry dark
Was where we flayed our mark
Oh, and we were gone
Kings of oblivion
We were so turned on
In the mind-warp pavilion

Bm                C
Lay me place and bake me pie
      F              Bm
I'm starving for me Gravy
Bm                   C
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
   F               Bm
I might just slip away, hey
              F
Just for the Day, Hey!
                  Bm
Hey, Please come Away, Hey!
              F
Just for the Day
             Bm
Please come away.