View Guitar Chords for Mutation - chords ver. 1
MUTATIONS BY BECK 1. COLD BRAINS 2. NOBODY'S FAULT BUT MY OWN 3. LAZY FLIES 4. CANCELED CHECK 5. WE LIVE AGAIN 6. TROPICALIA 7. DEAD MELODIES 8. BOTTLE OF BLUES 9. O MARIA 10. SING IT AGAIN 11. STATIC 12. DIAMOND BULLOCKS 1. Cold Brains D A G C D A G G7 G6 D A G C D A G guitar 2 (heavy wa-wa) ----------------------------- ----------------------------- ----------------------------- ----------------------------- -5~--4~--2~--3~---------5~--- -------------------5~~------- synth during chorus 2x ||-------------------------14-17-15-14-20-19-17-15-|| ||-14-15-17-14-15-17-14-15-------------------------|| ||-------------------------------------------------|| ||-------------------------------------------------|| ||-------------------------------------------------|| ||-------------------------------------------------|| -16-17-19-16-17-14-15----14-15--------12-------- ----------------------15-------15-14-----12(14)- ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------D Cold BArains, unmGoved, untoCuched, ungDlued, alAone at GlastGsus G D no thoAughts, no Gmind to Crot behDind a Atrail of disGasters G7 G6Aa final cDurse aFbandoned hAearse Awe ride disoDwned coFrroded to the Ebonethe fields of green are bent, obscene i lay upon the gravel a worm of hope a hangman's rope pulls me one way or the other a final curse abandoned hearse we write this song corroded to the bone harmonica "solo" a bird of song is heard no longer in the evacuated heavens the drain is drawn and drained and gone and on and on, it doesn't matter a final curse abandoned hearse we ride disowned corroded to the bone harmonica "solo", fade +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 2. Nobodys Fault But My Own Guitar is tuned down a whole step, and 1st and 6th strings are dropped to C D5 Dmaj7 D6 Am7 F Em Bb Am Asus C G/B C-0--0-----------------------|--3--2-----0-----|---------- A-3--2---3--0---1------1--0--|--3--1-----2-----|-1----3--- F-2--2---2--2-----0----2--0--|--3--2-----2-----|-0----0--- C-0--0------0------2---3--2--|--3--2-----2-----|-2----0--- G-0--------------------3--2--|--1--0-----------|-3----2--- C-0--------------------------|-----------------|----------D5treated you like a rusty bDmaj7lade a tD6hrowaway from an oAm7pen grave Fcut you loose from a Emchain gang and D5let you goD5and on the day you said it's Dmaj7true sD6ome love holds, sAm7ome gets used Ftried to tell you I nEmever knew it could D5be so sweetBbwho could ever Ambe so cruel, Gblame the devil Ffor the Cthings you Asusdo D5its such a selfish way to lDmaj7ose the Fway you lose these Emwasted Blues these wD5asted Bluestell me that it's Cnobody's fault G/Bnobody's fault D5but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my ownwhen the moon is a counterfeit better find the one that fits better find the one that lights the way for you when the road is full of nails, garbage pails and darkened jails and their tongues are full of heartless tales that drain on you who would ever notice you you fade into a shaded room it's such a selfish way to lose the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own etc. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 3. Lazy Flies C G A E Fmaj7 C C G A E Fmaj7 CClaGzy Aflies Eall hFovering aCbove the mCagGistrAate, Ehe puFts on his gCloves and he lD7ooks to the clGouds all Fpink and dishCeveled there mB7ust be some bluCeprints, some cGreed of the dF#evil inscFribed in our mCindsa Amhideous gDame Fvanishes in Amthin air the Amvanity of slDaves Fwho wants to Ambe there' to sEweep the debFris to Fharness dead-hoCrses to Dride in the sGun a Flife of confCessions Ewritten in the dFust G#out in the mangroves the mynah birds cry in the shadows of sulphur the trawlers drift by they're chewing dried meat house of disrepute the dust of opiates and syphilis patients on brochure vacations fear has a glare that traps you like searchlights the puritans stare their souls are fluoresecent the skin of a robot vibrates with pleasure matrons and gigolos carouse in the parlor their hand-grenade eyes invalid and blind a hideous game vanishes in thin air the vanity of slaves who wants to be there' to sweep the debris to harness dead-horses to ride in the sun a life of confessions written in the dust La la la la la la la etc. end on C +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 4. Canceled Check open A tuning (you can also play it in standard tuning in A, capoed up 2 frets) here are some of the good country licks used: verse: E ------15------------7-------------------------- C# -14(15)----2-3-4-5--------7(9)-(9)7-5---------- A -----------2-4-5-6--------------------5(7)----- E -------------------------------------------7~-- A ----------------------------------------------- E ----------------------------------------------- ------14-16-14-------------------------- -12/14----------14p12----12(14)-12(14)~- ----------------------14---------------- ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- chords used:E -B2--D5--E7--A0--F#2---B75---G3- C# -2--5--7--0--0---2---1- A -2--5--7--0--1---2---2- E -2--5--7--0--2---2---3- A -2--5--7--0------2----- E -2---------------------BI hate to do this but Dyou're Aa pEain iAn the Bneck BI thought you knew this you're DhandiAng me a EcanceAled chBeck Byou're so helpless your gDirlfrAiends Ethink yAou're a saBint BI'll give you a quarter I'll Dkeep Amy jEudgemAents to myDselfDand i get caught up in the mF#oonlight reaching out for a rotten Begg I don't wB7ant to beg it's cGrystal clear your tF#ime is nearly gBonecount your blessings and do the things that you should o the has-beens that never had it so good stormy weather the kids are making a racket in the wilderness the wild lives are so mild CHORUS CHORUS +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 6. We Live Again capo 3rd fret(thanks funkybot) G A F# G E A C DGthese withered hAands have F#dug for a drGeam sEifted through sAand and leCftover niDghtmares Gover the hAill a dF#esolate wGind tEurns shit to gAold and blCows my soul cDrazythe Gend o the Aend Fwe live Cagain Emo i grow weary of the Asusend Ao hungry days the footsteps of fools gazing alone through sex-painted windows dredging the night drunk libertines stink like a colognes from the newfangled wasteland CHORUS BRIDGE:Flove is a plague in a Cmix-match E7parade where the Amcastaways look so derFanged Ewhen will the children learn to let their wAmildernesses burn and lCove will be Emnew never Asuscold aAnd A9vacaAntthese withered hands have dug for a dream sifted through sand and leftover nightmares CHORUS +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 6. Tropicalia B7#9 G7 A#7 A7 D#7#9 C#7 C#7#9 B7 ----------------------------------- --3--------------7-----6---5-----4- --2--4---7---6---6-----4---4-----2- -----3---6---5--------------------- --2--------------6-----4---4-----2- -----3---6---5---------------------when they bB7#9eat on a brG7oken guitar and on the B7#9streets they reek of tG7ropical charms the embassB7#9ies lie in hG7ideous shards where tA#7ourists snore and A7decaywhen they dance in a reptile blaze you wear a mask an equatorial haze into the past a colonial maze where there's no more confetti to throw D#7#9 C#7 D#7#9 you didn't know what to say to yourself C#7 C#7#9 love is a poverty you couldn't sellmisery wB7aiting in vague hotB7#9els to A#7be evicA7tedyou're out of luck you're singing funeral songs to the studs they're anabolic and bronze they seem to strut in their millennial fogs 'til they fall down and deflate CHORUS now you've had your fun under an air-conditioned sun it's burned into your eyes leaves you plain and left behind see them eyes and fall into the jaws of a pestilent love you didn't know what to say to yourself love is a poverty you couldn't sell misery waiting in vague hotels to be a victim +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 7. Dead Melodies capo 5th fret, arpeggiating chords G D C Em E Am D G D D7Gwhere will you Dgo when tChis day is EmoveEr a Amgambler's Dpurse lGays on the rDoad D7 Emstraight to your door Asnakes have gone crazy toDnight Dmwinding their wAmay out of siDght D7a laugh, a joke a sentiment wasted seasons of strangers they've come and gone doldrums are pounding, cheapskates are clowning this town who could disown themselves now engineer, slow down this old train cinders and chaff laugh at the moon night birds will cackle rotting like apples on treesDmsending their dAmead melodDies...to A7me +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 8. Bottle of Blues4x E-||-2-0-0-||---------0- C-||-3-0-0-||---------0- F-||-2-2-2-||---------1- E-||-------||---------2- G-||-------||-3-2-0---2- C-||-------||-------3-2- F E D9 D# G# E-------0------------- C-------0------------- F-4--3--1-----2----7-- E-5--4--2-----3----8-- G-5--4--2-----3----8-- C-5--4--2-----3----8-- i just found me a bottle of blues some strange comfort for a soul to soothe ain't it hard ain't it hard, to want somebody who doesn't want you and i've been waiting for a year, a day some strange weather must be blowin' my way cause i got no mind to go or to stay, or be left behindFholdin' hands with an impotent dEream Fin a brothel of fake enEergy Fput a nickel in the graveyard maG#chine i get D9higher and loG#wer i get D9higher and loG#wer like a D9tired soldier with D#nothin' to sD9hoot and nFowhere to lD9ose this bottle of bCluesegos drone and pose alone like black balloons all banged and blown on a backwoods river the infidels shiver in the stench of belief i tell my momma i'm a hundred years late i'm over the rails and out of the race and the crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw are ringing in my ears holdin' hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy put a nickel in the graveyard machine i get higher and lower i get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot and nowhere dreams it's a.. bottle of blues (repeat first verse) holdin' hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy put a nickel in the graveyard machine i get higher and lower i get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot and nowhere dreams it's a.. bottle of blues bottle of blues +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 9. O Maria (as played on piano)------------||---Am-----------G#-------F-----Am-----------G#--------F1--- --5--13--17-||-----1--3-1---1--3-4-1------1--3-1------3-4--1-4- --5--13--17-||-----2--------1------2------2---------1---------- --6--14--18-||-----2------2-----------3---2------2--1---------- ------------||---0----0-----3------------0---0------3---------- ------------||-4-------------------1-----------------------1---C Bb Am G# F G -0--3-0----------------------------------------|| -1----1-1-3---1--3-4--3-1----1---1---1--0------|| ----------3---2-------1----2---2---2----0------|| ------2----------------------3-------3---------|| -3--------1---0-------3--------------------6-6-|| ---------------------------1-----1------3------||Amthere was no one G#nothing to Fsee Amthe night is G#useless and sFo are we cause Ceverybody kBbnows the Amfabric of G#folly is Ffallen apart at the sGeams aAmnd i've been lookin' for a gCood time Ambut the pleasures are sG#eldom and Gfewthere's no whiskey there's no wine just the concrete and a worried mind 'cause everybody knows death creeps in slow til you feel safe in his arms and i've been lookin' for a new friend and i don't care if he's decrepit and grey (trombone solo verse) o maria haven't you known days so careless all on your own 'cause everybody knows the circus is closed and the animals have gone wild and i've been lookin' for my shadow but this place is so bright and so clean (repeat first verse) 12 string solo: ------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------3-4-3 ---0--3p0--5-3--3-5-6-3-----0--3p0--5-3--5-6-------6- -4------------------------4------------------------ ----------------------1--------------------------- -------1--3-4-1-3-1-----3------------------------- ---0-2--------------------2----------------------- -2--------------------------3-0------1-4-3--1-2--- ---------------------------------3-2-------------- -------------------------------------------------- +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 10. Sing It Again A A6 A Asus Aa Atown of disreC#7spect the trains are wDrecked the night is Ayounger then us B7nowhere is anywhere eElse you keep to yourAself stirring the Ddregs where i have lAayed Fthe exit sEigns are flashing Adead ends they won't cDome to life anyAmorei pledge the rest i should have guessed your love was hanging by threads tongues tied under the moon, my love is a room of broken bottles and tangled webs the misers wind their minds like clocks that grind their gears on and on solo: ----------------------------11-12-11-12-------------------------- ----------------------12-14-------------14---------14---12------- -------------11-13-14------------------------14-12---------14-13- ----11-12-14----------------------------------------------------- -12-------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------0-5--7--9--7--7-7- -------12----------------------------------------------------- -13-14------14-13-11-13(14)--(14)13-11--------6--7--9--8--8-8- ---------------------------------------14--------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------- -5--5-5--4---4-5-7--5--------9-10-12--12-9-10\--5------------ --------------------5-----10----------------------7---------- -6--6-6--4---4-6-8--6---9------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------7--4-7--- -----------------------------------------------------------7- ------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------12------------------------------ ----------11----------------14----14-14--11-14-14--14-13-14-13- ----11-14----12h14p12-11--------------------------------------- -12----------------------12------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------------------- -5--5--7--8--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9---10-----------9------------- -----------------------8-8--8-8---10--------10--------------- -6--6--7--8--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9---11---9-11------9-11-9--7-6- ------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------- and if its meant some accident some coincidence crumbs fall out of the sky when you wander by the dust clouds blow nobody's home oh won't you lay my bags upon on the funeral fire and sing it again harmonica soloFoh won't you Elay my bags Aupon on the funeral Dfire and sing it agaAin +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 11. Staticintro riff ------------------ ------------------ -2--2----2--4(6)~- -2--2-/4---------- -0---------------- ------------------Ait's so A6easAy to Dlaugh at yourD6selDf and all those jokes have already been written seems like another vain attempt to let yourself fall out of the ovenEholy mE9ountaEins they lD9ook so tired and Eit's a pE9erfeEct day to Dlock yourself insAidewho you foolin' with the fools are right it's the same thing but it's almost as different hard to tell when it pacifies your mind leaves you stranded with a broken engine lazy desert looks so mangled let me drown in a convalescent bliss EGget up fBmrom your Dbed of rAest Gbeen a lBmong time sDince you've lAived F#but the static in your mGind leaves you Ahollow and unkF#ind with a sGhock electric Dwave turns you Aon.you've been flunked out of the devils house delinquent hygienes are so abrasive some distortion that's never been known on the treadmill you've been runnin' forever holy mountains, they look so tired and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside (A E)4x begoneA++G#+++G++F#+++F++A+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 12.(unlisted) Diamond Bollocksintro: Eb Db B A G F E fuzz bass: ||-------------||-------------|| ||-----7-------||-----4-------|| ||---9---7-5---||---6---4-2---|| ||-7---------5-||-4---------2-||Blooking back at some dead world that looks so new G#offices and fountains that they named for you Bdazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom G#hari-karis spinnin' round the golden loomsBgirl you dream infections from a nauseous heart G#choice cut meats from derelict boulevardsB A G E B A E G D F (birds chirping) C B ||-----------------------------------------------------------------|| ||-----------------------------------------------------------------|| ||-------------------------2-2-2-2---------------------------------|| ||-0-0-0-0-3-3-3-3-2-2-2-2---------0-0-0-0-3-3-3-3-2-2-2-2-1-1-1-1-|| ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------- -3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-----------------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2- -----------------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2--------------------------------- (no chords) hear that lonesome whistle blow no direction to be known in a senile of revery a tearful gaze turns away eroding cold and grey scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness (bass comes back in) looking back at some dead world that looks so new offices and fountains that they named fo