F#m	E
And the	water rolls down the	drain.

	F#m	E
The	water rolls down the	drain. O what a

D	E
lonely thing! In a	lonely drain!

A	D	E	D
	July,	July,	July

A	D	E
never	seemed so	strange

A	D	E	D
	July,	July,	July

A	D	E	D	A

D	E
never	seemed so, never seemed so strange.

VERSE III

This is the story of the road that goes to my house

and what ghosts do there remain.

And all the thoughts that run the length and breadth of my house

and the chickens, how they rattle chicken chains.

Verse IV

And we’ll remember this when we are old and ancient,

though the specifics might be vague.

And I’ll say your camisole was a sprightly light magenta

when in fact it was a nappy bluish gray.

REPEAT PRE-CHORUS

REPEAT CHORUS

END on E

IV. A Cautionary Song

Tabbed By: Unregistered

Intro-Dm/A x4

Dm/A	G/D
There’s a place your mother goes, when everybody else is soundly	sleeping

Dm

Through the lights of beacon street

	G
And if you listen you can hear her	weeping,

	A	Bb
She’s	weeping, cause the	gentlemen are calling

	F
And the snow is softly falling on her	petticoats.

	Bb
And she’s	standing in the harbour

	F
And she’s waiting for the sailors in the	jolly boat.

	A
See how	they approach

With dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple ’til she’s safe

within their keeping

A gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from

any speaking, or screaming

And they row her out to packets where the sailor’s sorry racket

calls for maidenhead

And she’s scarce above the gunales when her clothes fall to a

bundle and she’s laid in bed on the upper deck

	Gm	A	Gm	A
Interlude-	La la la la laa,	la la la laa	,

And so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms

so rudely pinioned

’Til at last she’s satisfied the lot of the marina’s teeming

minions, in their opinions

And they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or

kin or she’ll end up dead

And they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the harbour

where she goes to bed, and this is how your fed

Gm	A
So be kind to your mother, though she may	seem an awful bother,

	Gm	A
and the	next time she tries to feed you collard	greens,

	A	Dm
Remember what she does when you’re asleep

V. Odalisque

Tabbed By: aflowerandagun

* denotes power chord

The chord I called BaddF# is a (partially) barred B major played with the F# on the high

string (9th fret). It looks like this:

E--9-------------|

B--7-------------|

G--8-------------|

D--9-------------|

A----------------|

E----------------|

Strum that chord very slowly, accenting the F#. Watch the timing on some of them

it can be tricky. Please rate!

"Odalisque"

D#m G# B BaddF#

They’ve come to find you, Odalisque

D#m G# B BaddF#

As the light dies horribly

A#m	A#m	D#m	G#
On a		fire	escape you walk

A#m A#m D#m G# B BaddF#

All rare and resolved to drop

D#m G# B BaddF#

D#m G# B BaddF#

And when they find you, Odalisque

D#m G# B BaddF#

They will rend you, terribly

A#m	A#m	D#m	G#
	Stitch	from	stitch ’til all

A#m A#m D#m G# B BaddF#

Your linen limbs will fall

G#* G#* G#* B* C#* x2

G#* G#* G#* B* C#* / G#*

G#* B B

Lazy lady had a baby girl

G#* G#* G#* B* C#* / G#*

G#* G#* B* C#*

And a sweet it made

G#* G#* G#* B* C#* / G#*

G#* B B

Raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt

G#* G#* G#* B* C#* / G#*

G#* G#* B* C#*

In a railroad cul-de-sac

C#	D#
And	what do we do with ten baby shoes

B	C#m
A	kit bag full of marbles and a broken billiard cue?

B

What do we do?

G#* G#* G#* B* C#* x2

What do we do?

G#* G#* G#* B* C#* / G#*

G#* B B

Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right

G#* G#* G#* B* C#* / G#*

G#* G#* B* C#*

And them rip them down again

G#* G#* G#* B* C#* / G#*

G#* B B

Sapling switches will rend those rags alright

G#* G#* G#* B* C#* / G#*

G#* G#* B* C#*

What a sweet sound it makes

C#	D#
And	what we do with ten dirty Jews

B	C#m
A	thirty-ought full of rock salt and a warm afternoon?

B

What do we do?

A#*

What do we do?

A#*

Lay your belly under mine

A#* B A#*

Naked under me, under me

A#*

Such a filthy dimming shine

A#* B A#*

The way you kick and scream, kick and scream

A#* A#/A* A#*

A#* A#/A* G#* A#*

C#	D#
And	what do we with ten baby shoes

B	C#m
A	kit bag full of marbles and broken billiard cue?

B

What do we do?

G#* G#* G#* B* C#*

What do we do?

G#* G#* G#* B* C#*

G#* G#* G#* B* C#* / G#*

G#* B B

Lazy lady had a baby girl

G#m

And a sweet sound it made

VI. Cocoon

Tabbed By: Unregistered

To play the verse riff, hold the chord formation while picking the melody on top:

Dmaj7	Gmaj7
---------5-----------	--------------|

-7---5-7---7-5-------3-------------|

-6-------------7-----4-------------|

-7-------------------4-------------|

-5-------------------x-------------|

---------------------3-------------|

Gmaj7 can also be conveniently played as:

-----

-12--

-11--

-12--

-10--

-----

Another way to play the riff:

Dmaj7	Gmaj7
-2-----------------	---------------|

-2-----------------3--------------|

-2------2----------4--------------|

-0--2-4---4-2-0----4--------------|

-------------------x--------------|

-------------------3--------------|

Intro: Dmaj7 Gmaj7 (x2)

Dmaj7	Gmaj7
this cocoon, caught in vesuvius’	shadow

	Dmaj7
only the ashes	remain

	Gmaj7
and	I waited there for you

	Dmaj7	Gmaj7
why couldn’t	you?

Dmaj7	Gmaj7
here we lie waiting for something to	startle

	Dmaj7
to shake us from gravity’s	pull

	Gmaj7
and	so sleeping hours are through

	Dmaj7	Gmaj7
what can we	do?

	Bm	Gmaj7	Em7
the	sorry conclusion, the	low dirty war, it	happened before you came to

	Bm	Gmaj7
but	this is solution, and	this is amends

	Em7
the	joke always tends to come true

	C	Am	E
but	there on your windowsill	over the unmoving	platoon

C	Am	E
written in paperback,	view to the quarterback’s	room

	G
under	waning moon

	D/F#	Dm/F	Em
this	quiet serves	only to	hide you

Bm/F#	Em
provide	you

	G	Gm	Dmaj7	Gmaj7
what I	knew, what	I knew, it’d come back to	you

Dmaj7	Gmaj7
take	this palm, follow the lines here are written

and script out the rest of your life

and feel your fingers falling slack and all folding back

the tainted election, the hole in the sky

command what is tried, what is true

but without solution, with feet on the ground

it won’t make a sound ’til you’re through

so loosen your shoulderblades

this is your hour to make due

because there on the timberline

deep cold November shines through

soft and absolute

this quiet serves only to hide you

provide in you

what I knew, what I knew, it’d come back to you

VII. Grace Cathedral Hill

Tabbed By: Unregistered

Chords used

G 320033

Em 022000

C 032010

D 000232

D7 000212

Cm 035543

C-G-Em-C-G-Em-C-Cm-D-D7

C-D-G-Em-C-Cm

G	Em
Grace Cathedral hill, all	wrapped in the

	C
bones of a setting sun, all	dust and stone

	D
and moribund. I paid	twenty-five cents to

	D7	G
light a	little white candle	for a New Year’s

	Em
Day. I	sat and watched it burn away then

C

turned and weaved through the slow decay.

	D	D7
We were	both a little hungry so we	went

	G	Em
to get a hotdog.	Down the Hyde St. Pier, the	light was slight and

	C	D
dissapeared. The air	, it sunk of fish and beer. We	heard

	D7
a superman trumpet play the	National Anthem.

C	G	Em	C
And the world may	belong for	you,	but he’ll

	G	Em	C	Cm
never	belong to	you.	But on a motorbike	, when

	D	D7
all the city lights	blind your eyes	tonight, are you

	C	D	G	Em
feeling	better now?	.......Are you	feeling be...ttttter..	nooooww.

	C	Cm
Are you	feeling better now?

And the world maybe be long for you, but he’ll

never belong to you. But on a motorbike, when

all the city lights blind your eyes, are you

feeling better now?

CODA

G-Em-C-Cm

La..la...la...la...

VIII. The Legionnaire’s Lament

Tabbed By: letdown00

VERSE I

	Dm	F
I’m a	legionnaire, camel in	disrepair,

	G	Bb	A
hoping for a	Frigidaire to come	passing	by.

	Dm	F
I am	on reprieve, lacking my	joise de vivre,

	G	Bb	A
missing my	gay Paree in this	desert	dry.

	Dm	F
And I	wrote my girl, told her I	would not

	G
return, I’ve terribly	taken a turn for the

Bb	A	Dm
worse now, I	fear. It’s been a	year or more

	F
since they shipped me to this	foreign

	G	Bb
shore, fighting in a	foreign, so far	away

	A
from my	home.

	F	C
If only some	rain would fall on the	house and

	Gm
the boulevards and the	sidewalks bagatelles (it’s

	Bb	F
like a	dream). With a	roar of cars and the

C	Gm
lolling of the cafe bars and the	sweetly sleeping

	Bb	Bbm
sweeping of the	Seine. Lord, I	don’t know if I’ll

	Dm	F	G

Bb	A
ever	be back again. La Da Dum Dum La Da Da Dum

VERSE II

Medicating in the sun with pinch doses of

laudanum, longing for the old fecundity of

my homeland. Curses to this mirage! A

bottle of ancient shiraz! The smattering of

distant applause is ringing in my poor

ears. On the old left bank, my baby in a

charabanc, riding up the width and length

of the Champs Elysee.

REPEAT CHORUS

e--|0---|0---|0---|0---|

b--|3---|3---|3---|2---|

g--|4---|0---|0---|2---|

d--|4---|0---|2---|2---|

a--|2---|2---|2---|0---|

E--|----|3---|0---|----|

^ ^ ^ ^

	Bm	G	Em	A
X.		California	One/	Youth and Beauty Brigade

Tabbed By: Upnorth97

DROP D TUNING

CALIFORNIA ONE

INTRO: D Em F#m G Em D

And the road a-winding goes

	Gm	D
From golden	gate to roaring cliff-side

	Gm	D
And the light is softly low as our	hearts become sweetly untied

	C	G	D
Beneath the	sun	of California one

And the wine it tastes so sweet

	Gm	D
As we	lay our eyes to wander

And the sky, it stretches deep

	Gm	D
Will we	rest our heads to slumber

	C
Beneath the	vines of California wine?

D	C	G	D
Beneath the	sun	of California One

D/F#	G	D
Come join the	youth and beauty brigade

D/F#	G	D
Come join the	youth and beauty brigade

D/F#	G	D
Come join the	youth and beauty brigade

D/F#	G	D
Come join the	youth and beauty brigade

Em	F#m	G
Nothing will	stand in our way

D/F#	G	D
Come join the	youth and beauty brigade

D/F#	G	D
Come join the	youth and beauty brigade

D/F#	G	D
Come join the	youth and beauty brigade

Em	F#m	G
Nothing will	stand in our	way

Source: http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/d/decemberists/castaways_and_cutouts_album_crd.htm