Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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        Sweetheart Come

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 N.C.
   Come over here, babe
                  C
   lt ain't that bad
 G
   I don't claim to understand
 Am                             (G*G*)
   The troubles that you've had
 Am                                  C
   But the dogs you say they fed you to
   Lay their muzzles in your lap
 G
   And the lions that they led you to
 Am                        (G*G*)
   Lie down and take a nap
 Am
   The ones you fear are wind and air
 C
   And I love you without measure
 G
   It seems we can be happy now
 Am                             (G*G*) Am
   Be it better late than never

 N.C.           Am
   Sweetheart, come
   Sweetheart, come
         C
   Sweetheart, come
   Sweetheart, come
         G
   Sweetheart, come
   Sweetheart, come
         Am
   Sweetheart, come
   Sweetheart, come
 (G*G*)  Am
   Sweetheart, come
   Sweetheart, come
         C
   Sweetheart, come
   Sweetheart, come
         G
   Sweetheart, come
                    Am
   Sweetheart, come    to me

The burdens that you carry now
Are not of your creation
So let's not weep for their evil deeds
But for their lack of imagination
Today's the time for courage, babe
Tomorrow can be for forgiving
And if he touches you again with his stupid hands
His life won't be worth living

Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come to me

Walk with me now under the stars
For it's a clear and easy pleasure
And be happy in my company
For I love you without measure
Walk with me now under the stars
It's a safe and easy pleasure
It seems we can be happy now
It's late but it ain't never
It's late but it ain't never
It's late but it ain't never
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 aleister, Irkutsk, Russia
 tabs@igetus.esir.ru

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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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       God Is In The House

   Intro: C F Dm G C

         C
  We've laid the cables and the wires
  We've split the wood and stoked the fires
                                  F
  We've lit our town so there is no
  Place for crime to hide
               Dm
  Our little church is painted white
              G
  And in the safety of the night
  We all go quiet as a mouse
  For the word is out
   C
  God is in the house
                  F
  God is in the house
                 Dm
  God is in the house
                      G
  No cause for worry now
                  C
  God is in the house

Moral sneaks in the White House
Computer geeks in the school house
Drug freaks in the crack house
We don't have that stuff here
We have a tiny little Force
But we need them of course
For the kittens in the trees
And at night we are on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
For God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
And no one's left in doubt
God is in the house

Homos roaming the streets in packs
Queer bashers with tyre-jacks
Lesbian counter-attacks
That stuff is for the big cities
Our town is very pretty
We have a pretty little square
We have a woman for a mayor
Our policy is firm but fair
Now that God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
Any day now He'll come out
God is in the house

Well-meaning little therapists
Goose-stepping twelve-stepping Tetotalltarianists
The tipsy, the reeling and the drop down pissed
We got no time for that stuff here
Zero crime and no fear
We've bred all our kittens white
So you can see them in the night
And at night we're on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
Since the word got out
From the North down to the South
For no-one's left in doubt
There's no fear about
If we all hold hands and very quietly shout
Hallelujah
God is in the house
God is in the house
Oh I wish He would come out
God is in the house
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 aleister, Irkutsk, Russia
 tabs@igetus.esir.ru

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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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       Gates To The Garden

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 Am
   Past the ivy-covered windows of
             (G*)
   The Angel
 Am                              Dm     G (G*)
   Down Athenaeum Lane to the cathedral
 Am                                  (G*)
   Through the churchyard I wandered
 Am                          Dm         G
   Sat for a spell there and I pondered
                   F    G
   My back to the gates
                   F    G
   My back to the gates
                   F    G          C       (G*) Am
   My back to the gates    of the garden

 Am
   Fugitive fathers, sickly infants, decent mothers
                          Dm    G
   Runaways and suicidal lovers
 Am                                 (G*)
   Assorted boxes of ordinary bones
 Am                                       Dm   G
   Of aborted plans and sudden shattered hopes
               F   G
   In unlucky rows
               F   G
   ln unhappy rows
               F               G            C      F G
   In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden

             C              G
  Won't you meet me at the gates
             C              G
  Won't you meet me at the gates
             C              G
  Won't you meet me at the gates
          C
  To the garden

Beneath the creeping shadow of the tower
The bell from St. Edmunds informs me of the hour
I turn to find you waiting there for me
In sunlight and I see the way that you breathe
Allve and leaning
Allve and leaning
Allve and leaning on the gates of the garden

Leave these ancient places to the angels
Let the saints attend to their keeping of the cathedrals
And leave the dead beneath the ground so cold
For God is in this hand that I hold
As we open up the gates of the garden

Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
To the garden
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 aleister, Irkutsk, Russia
 tabs@igetus.esir.ru

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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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 Fifteen Feet Of Pure White Snow

 N.C.
  Where is Mona?
              Am
  She's long gone
  Where is Mary?
  She's taken her along                             
  But they haven't put their mittens on
               G                     Am
  And there's fifteen feet of pure white snow?

 Piano's melody piece:

 e---12----10------8------7-|
 B--------------------------|
 G-9-----9------9------9----|
 D--------------------------|
 
 4th time:
 
 e-7-8-7-5------5--3-3--5-|
 B-----------------3-3--5-|
 G------------------------|
 D------------------------|

 Note for further melody:
 From time to time piano is playing Riff1:

    G   Am Am    G   Am
 G----------------------|
 D--5---7--7-----5----7-|
 A--5---7--7-----5----7-|
 E----------------------|
 
 Blixa is doing slide during Riff1:

 e-3////5-|
 B-3////5-|
 G--------|
 
 (bass guitar also using G and A notes)

 Am
  Where is Michael?
                 Riff1
  Where is Mark?
  Where is Mathew
                         Riff1
  Now it's getting dark?
  Where is John? They are all out back
         G                          Am
  Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
              G
  Would you please put down that telephone
                                          Am
  We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow

 Am
  I waved to my neighbour
                           Riff1
  My neighbour waved to me
  But my neighbour
              Riff1
  Is my enemy
  I kept waving my arms
  Till I could not see
         G                          Am
  Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

  Is anybody
                    Riff1
  Out there please?
  It's too quiet in here
                              Riff1
  And l'm beginning to freeze
  I've got icicles hanging
  From my knees
         G                           Am
  Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
           G
  Is there anybody here who feels this low?
                                     Am
  Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
 
   G
  Raise your hands up to the sky
  Raise your hands up to the sky
  (G7)
  Raise your hands up to the sky
  Is it any wonder?
         Am         F
  Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
         Am         F    G  Am
  Oh my Lord Oh my Lord

Doctor, Doctor
l'm going mad
This is the worst day
I've ever had
I can't remember
Ever feallng this bad
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Where's my nurse
I need some heallng
I've been paralysed
By a lack of feeling
I can't even find
Anything worth steallng
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

ls there anyone else here who doesn't know?
We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
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 aleister, Irkutsk
 tabs@igetus.esir.ru

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