Mellow Gold

repeat

(Sprechen sie Deutsche, baby)

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?

(Know what I'm sayin'?)

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

2. PAY NO MIND (snoozer)

(Guitar lowered one full step)

This's song two on the album

This is the album right here

Put on the album

D A G D

Tonight the city is full of morgues

D G D

And all the toilets are overflowing

D A G D

There's shopping malls coming out of the walls

D G A E

As we walk out among the manure

G F E

That's why

G F E

I pay no mind

G F E

I pay no mind

G F D

I pay no mind

Give the finger to the rock and roll singer

As he's dancing upon your paycheck

The sales climb high through the garbage pail sky

Like a giant dildo crushing the sun

That's why

I pay no mind

I sleep in slime

I just got signed

So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams

Get out your ten-foot flags

The insects are huge and the poison's all been used

And the drugs won't kill your day job

Honey, that's why

I pay no mind

I pay no mind

I pay no mind

(Harmonica solo)

That's why

I pay no mind [x7]

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

3. FUCKIN WITH MY HEAD (Mountain Dew Rock)

slow bend heavy flange

---------------

----------5-3--

-2(4)--/4------

---------------

---------------

---------------

E D A E D A

I ain't got no inclination

E D A E D A

Give away my sweet sensation

E D A E D A

Sleepin in an old toolshed

E D A E D A

Scumbag cryin on his pillow

Chorus:

D A

When you wanna be with me

G D E D A

then we will see who's fuckin with my head

(hey hey hey hey)

Fuckin' with my head

(Hey hey hey hey)

Found myself in New Orleans

With a scarecrow in my jeans

Beat my forehead through the ceiling

Drank my coffee with a hubcap

(Chorus)

(no no no no)

Bridge:

-----------------------------

-----------------------------

---1--1--1--1--2(4)-(4)2p0---
---2--2--2--2--------------2-
---2--2--2--2----------------
-0---------------------------

E

Devil's got your pantyhose on his head

Oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got's cornbread

Well, you turn my body into a crutch

And now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch

Oh yeah

Oooh...

Oooh...

(verse)

Float out on my checkout boots

Runnin' wild on the bayou

Now I'm talkin' on a walkie-talkie

Credit card glued to my hand

Feels good

(Chorus)

Hey hey hey hey

No no no no

Fuckin' with my head

Make me feel like an asshole

I ain't got no soul

I ain't got no soul

No no no no

No no no no

No no no no

No no no no

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

4. WHISKEYCLONE, HOTEL CITY 1997

(tune guitar one full step down)

Intro:

slide guitar follows progression on top two strings throughout

----8-------12---3-----12-

-/8-----/12----/3---/12---

--------------------------etc.

--------------------------

--------------------------

--------------------------

(C E G E)2x

C G A

I was born in this hotel

C G A

Washing dishes in the sink

C G A

magazines and free soda

C G A

Trying hard not to think

E G D

play it on to the dawn

E G D

everything we've done is wrong

E G D

I'll be lonesome when I'm gone

E G D C

play it on to the dawn

A C A C

(intro chords)

She could talk to squirrels

coming back from the convolescent home

staring at sportscars

crying

rattlesnake on the ceiling

gunpowder on my sleeve

I will live here forever

with the ocean and the bees

(chorus)

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

5. SOUL SUCKIN' JERK

Bass tuned down 1/2 step

||----------------------------------
||----------------------------------
||----------------------------------

||-0h3-0h4-0h5~---0h3-0h4-0h5~-/12\-

-------------------------------------||
-------------------------------------||
-----------------------------5-3-----||
-0h3-0h4-0h5~---0h3-0h4-0h5~-----5-3-||
||----------------------------||
||----------------------------||
||----------3-----------------||
||-/12\---5---5--0h3-0h4-0h5~-||

fuzz bass

||--------------------------------------------||
||-6-6-4--------------------------------------||
||-------6-4-------5---5------2---2-2---6---6-||
||-----------7---7---7----4-4---4-----4---4---||

I got a job making money for the man

throwing chicken in the bucket with the soda pop can

puke green uniform on my back

I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat

I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair

running through the mini mall in my underwear

I got lost downtown couldn't find a ride home

sun went down I got frozen to the bone

'til a hooker let me share her fake fur coat

as I took a little nap the cops picked up us both

I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm

I knew I never ever should have burnt my uniform

He said too bad. You want to bite the bullet hard son?

I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun

and I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon

dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon

get busy, get busy, you know it

I ain't going to work for no soul-sucking jerk

I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack

I ain't going to work for no soul-sucking jerk

I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack

Standing right here with a beer in my hand

and my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand

fourteen days I've been sleeping in the barn

better I get a paycheck tattooed on my arm

whistling dixie with the dixie cup filled

with the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill

big fat fingers pointing into my face

telling me to get busy cleaning up this place

I got bent like a wet cigarette

and she's coming after me with a butterfly net

riding on the bloodhound ringing the bell

black cat wrapped in the road map to hell

pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg

taking turns baking worms with the bacon and eggs

well they got me in a bird cage flapping my jaw

like a pretzel in the stars just waiting to fall

so give me what I got to get so I can go

cause I ain't washing dishes in the ditch no mo(re)

I ain't going to work for no soul-sucking jerk

I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

6. TRUCK DRIVEN NEIGHBOR DOWNSTAIRS

(tune guitar down 1/2 step)

||------------------------------||
||------------------------------||
||------------------------------||
||-O--O-O-----------------------||
||--------3--3-3--2--2-2--------||
||-----------------------1--1-1-||
-----------------------------------------------------0--------
-1--1h3~--3(5)--(5)3-3--3-3-----1-1h3~---6--5--3-3(5)--(5)3-3-
-----------------------------0--0-0-0-------------------------

--------------------------------------------------------------

--------------------------------------------------------------

--------------------------------------------------------------

verse:

--------------------------------------------------------------

-------------------------------------------------1-1-1--------
-2--2-2--0--0-0---0----0-------0h2--2-2--2--2-2---------------
---------------------3---3-0---0-----------------------0--3-3-

--------------------------------------------------------------

--------------------------------------------------------------

Acid casualty with a reposessed car

Vietnam vet playin air guitar

F C G

Its just the shit kicking speed takin truck drivin

D A G G G A

neighbors downstairs

Whiskey stained buck toothed back woods creep

Grizzly bear motherfucker never goes to sleep

(Chorus)

(repeat intro)

Belly floppin naked in a pool of yellow sweat

Screamin jack ass with a wet cigarette

(Chorus)

(hum verse)

Psychotic break down double edged axe

Growin hair like a shag rug on a greasy back

(Chorus)

(instrumental chorus 4x, fade)

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

7. SWEET SUNSHINE

(no chords)

the sampled bass can be emulated by playing a low e-string

while tuning it from low C to D and back

Touch me on the inside with a finger full of gravy

Wanna get you on the sofa later wanna Shake and Bake me

bucket full of blood got you on my mind

gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine

bucket full of blood got you on my mind

gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine

I wanna get up off the floor

I wanna run to the devil and get me some more

I wanna get up off the floor

I wanna run to the devil and get me some more

barroom full of bread with your horse-whip swinging(?)

we are strong and slow and the vomit or the screaming(?)

Grab your wine, tell me where you been

With the violin time and the moon gettin' thin

Grab your wine, take me where you been

With the violin time and the moon gettin' thin

I wanna climb up on the rug

I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball

I wanna climb up on the rug

I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball

Lay on to the dawn and on your plentiful sensation

cause the town is full of sound

and I kill my last relation

got a bucket full of blood

got you on my mind

gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine

got a bucket full of blood

got you on my mind

gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine

I wanna get up off the floor

I wanna run to the devil and get me some more

I wanna get up off the floor

I wanna run to the devil and get me some more

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

8. *****BEERCAN*****

bass:

||G-----------------||
||D-0-0-------------||
||A-----0-3-3-0-3-0-||
||D-----------------||

D D7

Alcohol on my hands I got plans

to ditch myself and get outside

dancing woman throwing plates

decapitating their laughing dates

swirling chickens caught in flight

out of focus much too bright

coming down shiny teeth

game show suckers trying to bleed

but I got a drug and I got the bug

and I got something better than love

How you like me now

pretty good

going on

feeling strong

I quit my job blowing leaves

telephone bills up my sleeves

choking like a one man dustball

freedom rock slimeball

talking in code, i went down

lit up the shack

grab me a beer out of the sack

everybodys been over twice

painting the walls throwing some dice

leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief

and they were singing like this

Chorus:

guitar:

D F G

E-2---------
B-3---------
G-2---------
D-0---3--5--
A-0---3--5--
D-0---3--5--

D G D

why go throwing Frisbees at the sun

F G D

put my soul between the bun

D G D

now I wandering now I'm drunk

F G D

now I'm running like a flaming pig

D G D

F G D

(oh yeah)

D G D

scraping off the attitude

F G D

old man eating all my food

D G D

don't be kind don't be rude

F G D

just shake your boots and let it all get loose

oh yeah

my goodness

bass solo:

||G--------------------------||
||D--------------------------||
||A----3/5--3~----5----------||
||D--0----------0---0-3-5-3~-||

fluffy clouds

jumping rainbows

fluffy clouds

I'm sad

jumping rainbows

A soft and snuggly place

chorus

outro chords:

D F G

D G F

oh that's cold

somebody put a flame-thrower on me

oh yeah

I like it like that

somebody bring me a plate of succotash

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

9. STEAL MY BODY HOME

||--------------------------||
||----------------------6---||
||---4--6--------4--6-------||
||-4-------1--2-------------||

Put me in a hole in the ground

With the money and the towel

And the woman Annabel

Can't complain about the mess

Momma killed her only dress

Now she's longin' for the pants

Watch my troubles all unwind

Drinkin' gasoline and wine

Catchin chill up the storm

On the train they cannot feel

Lost my head beneath the wheel

Now she steals my body home

The trees are fake, the air is dead

The birds are stuffed with poison lead

And the ground is much too clean

And if it's only me who's scared

Strap me into the 'lectric chairs

Ring the moon like a broken bell

When she drags you from the hill

Daddy's gonna burn down the still

We can watch it from the rooftop

Ooh... [etc.]

guitar break

(C# D# A# B F# B G#)2x

Lay into the fryin' pan

Now she kisses her own hand

With the fiddle on the fire

I took a leap into the fog

Sleepin' on a hollow log

Now I'm coughin' with no mouth

You can keep yourself inside

But you know you cannot hide

When the devil's your only friend

outro:

F# B G# B

over and over with kazoo & sitar, fade

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

10. NITEMARE HIPPY GIRL

A# A A# A

She took me off my guard with disappointment

A# A A# A

I got sucked inside of her apartment

A# A A# A

She's got dried-up flowers, flakey skin

A# A A# A C

A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin

G F C

She's a nightmare hippy girl

G F C

With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world

G F C

She's a whimsical, tragical beauty

G F Am C

Self-conscious and a little bit fruity

F Am

It's a new age let-down in my face

She's so spaced out and there ain't no space

She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile

I'm caught in a vortex, she's changin' my style

[Backing vocals:] Ooh, ooh... [etc.]

She's a nightmare hippy girl

With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world

She's a whimsical, tragical beauty

Uptight and a little bit snooty

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Backing vocals:] Ooh, ooh... [etc.]

She's a magical, sparklin' tease

She's a rainbow chokin' the breeze

Yo, she's busting out onto the scene

With nightmare bogus poetry

She's a melted avocado on the shelf

She's the science of herself

She's spazzing out on a cosmic level

And she's meditating with the devil

She's cooking salad for breakfast

She's got tofu the size of Texas

She's a witness to her own glory

She's a never-ending story

She's a frolicking depression

She's a self-inflicted obsession

She's got a thousand lonely husbands

She's playin' footsie in another dimension

She's a goddess milking the time for all that it's worth

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

12. MUTHERFUKER

fuzz bass

||------------------||
||------------------||
||-------0----------||
||-3-3-4---1-0--0-0-||

-------------------

-------------------

-----0--1--2-2-2-2-
-3-4---------------

Chorus

||--------------------------------||
||--------------------------------||
||--3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3/9-9-9-9-||
||--------------------------------||

Bridge

||--------------------||
||--------------------||
||------------5--4--3-||
||--3--4--5-----------||

Oh no

You know Homey don't play that game

Why should you give a shit

G G G# A F E

Hey mister asshole

G G G# A F E

What you dirty asshole

G G G# A F E

Sittin' in your castle

G G# A A# B

Judging everyone

G G G# A F E

You're actin like it's chill

G G G# A F E

When the deal's gettin' ill

G G G# A F E G G# A A# B

Why don't you break your brace on my head

C F#

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

Total paranoia

Tryin to annoy ya

Everything I do is to try to fuck you up

Screwdriver drillin'

How served spasm

Drunk stove on the situation dude

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

(bridge)

G G# A D C# C

(chorus)

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

12. BLACKHOLE

strum open a few times

G--2/4-0--2/4-0-0-0--/7-7-7-7-5-4-
G--2/4-0--2/4-0-0-0--/7-7-7-7-5-4-
G--2/4-0--2/4-0-0-0--/7-7-7-7-5-4-

D---------------------------------

G---------------------------------

D---------------------------------

G--2/4-0--2/4-0----/7-7-7-7-9-4-
G--2/4-0--2/4-0----/7-7-7-7-9-4-
G--2/4-0--2/4-0----/7-7-7-7-9-4-

G-------------------------------

G-------------------------------

D-------------------------------

G-/12-12-12-12-11-11-11-11--5-5-5-5-9-9-9-9--4-4-4-4--2-2-0-
G-/12-12-12-12-11-11-11-11--5-5-5-5-9-9-9-9--4-4-4-4--2-2-0-
G-/12-12-12-12-11-11-11-11--5-5-5-5-9-9-9-9--4-4-4-4--2-2-0-

D-----------------------------------------------------------

G-----------------------------------------------------------

D-----------------------------------------------------------

outro:

G-----0-0---
G-----0-0---
G-----0-0---
D-2/4/5-5---
G-----0-0---
D-2/4/5-5---
G-0-0----0---0--0-
G-0-0----0---0--0-
G-0-0----0---0--0-

D-5\3--3/9---12\5-

G-0-0----0---0--0-

D-5\3--3/9---12\5-

Windy Windy

looking for a better home

gotta be gotta be

running out of lightbulbs

crowded crowded

open to a wastecan

yellow car yellow car

better be inside there

(guitar break)

wake up wake up

nothing's gonna harm you

glass wall glass wall

standing on the furniture

little boy little boy

laying on a sleeping bag

watching watching

through the cracks of his eyelids

(guitar break)

stranger stranger

feeling like a broken stone

lost him lost him

standing on the orange chairs

alphabet alphabet

can't afford a telephone

black hole black hole

nothing's gonna harm you