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N.C. by Cathal Coughlan

From the Cathal Coughlan’s 2000 Black River Falls album. Written by Cathal Coughlan. No capo.

High Llamas - Snowbug

[Am] [Bm]

[Am] We never grew in more than bone
Hence the [Bm] harsh words
[Am] Hence to bare rooms with battle scars
From when I [Bm] go

The [G6] day, almost fled
Paints all [Bm] pale structures red
From the [G6] downed fence
To the sad retail [Bm] shed

And the guest is rather [Gmaj7] late
Expectations less than [Gmaj7] great
Cobwebbed patterns on the [Bm] plates
Downcast eyes in fallen [Bm] face
Does the Nazi drink cham [Gmaj7] pagne?
If he destroys her, will he [Gmaj7] stay?
Are my lover’s tears to [Bm] o profane?

[Am] [Bm] (x2)

[Cmaj7] Lit-up windowpane seen from where slack flesh grows bitter co [Em] ld
[Cmaj7] Step inside the door, looking down, she tenses, and she [Em] smokes some more

I [G6] raise what I took
For a [Bm] rose in the dusk
A [G6] dead briar
Its roots in the [Bm] air

And the guest is confi [Gmaj7] dent
Crossing oceans no de [Gmaj7] fence
Those who sense your credits [Bm] lapse
[Bm] Drop the act and just sweep past
Neo-Cathecume [Gmaj7] nate
Ask for peanuts, you’re an [Gmaj7] ape –
Will it follow us un [Bm] til we’re clay?

If you would [Gmaj7] just lift off the weight
People might [Bm] animate
If you would [Gmaj7] just lift off the weight
People would [Bm] animate


[Am] [Bm] [Em] [Bm]