10,000 Maniacs - Verdi Cries

      
 
 VERDI CRIES (10,000 Maniacs)
 Words & music: Natalie Merchant
 
 This song should be fingerpicked, not strummed.
 
 INTRO: G A7 D7 D Dsus D
 
 C           B7            G        C   
  The man in 119 takes his tea all alone
 G         A7             G7       A7         
  Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries
 C            A7                D7  D Dsus D 
  I'm hearing opera through the door
 
 The souls of men and women, impassioned all
 Their voices climb and fall, battle trumpets call
 I feel the bath and climb inside, singing
 
         G      A7        D7 D Dsus D 
 CHORUS:  La la la, la la la
 G      A7        D7 D Dsus D 
  La la la, la la la
 
 He will not touch their pastry but every day they bring him more
 Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away
 And then go eat them on the shore
 
 CHORUS, followed by:
 
 C   D   G             
 Oh, la, la la la la la
 
 C         B7            G            C   
  I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand
 G          A7           G7        A7          
  Sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate
     G                   C  
 And wash my hand in the sea
 G          A7                       G7                       A7        
  With just three days more I'd have just about learned the entire score
 D7      D Dsus D 
  To Aida
 
 (as last verse)
 Holidays must end as you know
 All is memory, taken home with me
 The opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawings, the virgin sea, all
 Years ago
 
 CHORUS
 
 INSTRUMENTAL: repeat chorus chords, end on G
 
 From: Lee Eugene T <et-lee@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu>
 Subject: CRD: VERDI CRIES - 10,000 MANIACS
 
 Verdi Cries - This should match the version on the cd.
 
 CAPO 1
 
 INTRO: D, A, Bm, A
 
 G          A              D       G 
 The man in 119 takes his tea alone.
 D         G          D          G            
 Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries.
 D            G                  A  
 I'm hearing opera through the door.
 
 (same as 1st verse)
 The souls of men and women, impassioned all.
 Their voices climb and fall;
 battle trumpets call.
 I fill the bath and climb inside,
          D      G/B         A 
 singing la, la la la la la la
 D       G/B      A 
 la la la la la la
 
 G/B (the rest is same)
 He will not touch their pastry
 but every day they bring hiM more.
 Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal
 them all away and then go
 and eat them on the shore.
 
 D     G/B      A 
 LA LA LA LA LA LA
 LA LA LA LA LA LA
 F     G        A 
 LA LA LA LA LA LA
 
 I draw a jackel-headed woman in the sand,
 sing of a loveRS fate
 sealed by jealous hate
 then wash my hand in the sea.
 
 With jusT three days more
 I'd have just about learned the entire
 scire to Aida.
 
 Holidays must end as you know.
 All is memory taken home with me:
 the opera, the stolen tea, the sand
 drawing, the verging sea, all
 years ago.
 
 D    G/B       A 
 LA LA LA LA LA LA
 
 END ON D.
 
 G/B:X2003X
 
 GENE
 et-lee@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu
 
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