10,000 Maniacs - Everyone a Puzzle Lover

      
 
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 #Date: Sun, 15 Jun 1997 18:39:28 -0500
 #From: dennis.shoff@kvnet.org
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 #Everyone A Puzzle Lover
 #by 10,000 maniacs
 #transcribed by Amy Shoff
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 #(played during C/Em part):
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 B--13--13----13------13--13--12--12-----12-----12 (repeat)
 

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 C                    Em 
 Why are some men born
 With minds that earn degrees
 The loving cups, gilded plaques
 Grace their study walls, hide the cracks while their
 Dm              G              C          
 Genius is turned to works of tyranny, then
 Off to market to market, go selling these
 With words so fiery and persuasive, they steal cunningly
 Riches no one can exceed
 C                            Em 
 And why are some men born with
 A fate of poverty
 One firm bed for a swollen back
 Year by year the bodies wracked while their
 Dm           G          C            
 Obiedience is had with gradual defeat
 By the pace, by the pace and the urgency
 Through a muddled thought they phase it
 God knows we're decieved, barter for what they need
 F                             G      
 And where they go disdain and jeering
 For fools to call the noble peasantry, o how it puzzles
 C Em/C/Em 
 me
 C                  Em                       
 I pressed flat the accordion pleats that had
 Gathered in his cotton sleeves while he
 Thumbed, yes, thumbed, i wouldn't say caressed
 The final piece a mountain's crest
 Soon to reply assuredly
 Dm          G                      C                    
 For a man aged ninety years no words to waste on sermons
 He'd be pleased to answer short and sincere
 F                                   G                
 Girl, there's a nonsense in all these heaven measures
 It's a heathen creed so your grandma says, but better to live by, drink
 it all before it's
 C  Em/C/Em 
 dry
 C                            Em           
 He ended there with a rattle, cough, cough
 I took away the long gone cold coffee cup
 C/Em/C/Em                
 As a trail of Camel ashes
 Fell on the floor
 end (sort of):

 e -----------12--12--12--12-------------12--12--12--12--12
 B 13--13--13--13--13--13--12--12--12--12--12--12--13
 

 (there's more stuff going on during the verses, but i don't know
 what...so...make something up...)