Barenaked ladies - Brian wilson

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    From: "Elizabeth B. Myers" 
    Subject: Chords--Brian Wilson: Barenaked Ladies (fwd)
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    Greetings. This is my first contribution to this archive. I hope someone 
    finds it useful. Anyone else who's interested in bands like BNL, Crash 
    Test Dummies, Possum Dixon, or the like and wants to exchange musical 
    knowledge, please contact me.
    
    
    Brian Wilson (CAPO ON 3RD FRET)
    
    G     D               Am7                     G
    Drove downtown in the rain, 9:30 on a Tuesday night
            D                        Bm7    Am7
    Just to check out the late night record shop
    G         D                   Am7
    Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane
    G               D                    Bm7  Am7
    But when I'm surrounded I just can't stah-op
    
    (This progression continues throughout the slow intro)
    
    It's a matter of instinct, it's a matter of conditioning, a matter of fact
    You can call me Pavlov's dog
    Ring a bell and I'll salivate, well how'd you like that 
    Dr. Landy tell me you're not just a pedagogue, 'cause right now I'm
    
    
    CHORUS:
    G        D             Am7           
    Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
             G         D                   Em         Em/C     Em/C#    Em/C
    Well I'm, lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
    
    
    
    (Progression for the verse is the same as intro. Just listen to the song 
    to get the proper rythym and tempo)
    
    
    Well I'm lying here, just staring at the ceiling tiles
    And I'm thinking about, whoa what to think about
    Just listening and relistening to smiley smile
    And I'm wondering if this is some kind of creative doubt, because I'm
    
    CHORUS
    
    Am7              D               F            Em
    And if you wanna find me I'll be   out in the sandbox
    Am7            D                      G        F      Am7
    Just wondering where the hell all the love has gah-ah-ahn
                  D                F              Em             Am7
    Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun, whoa-whoa-oh-oh
        D                 G
    And singing fun, fun, fun
    
    
    CHORUS
    
    Am    E7    Am               E7            Am
        I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds
        E7                Am      E7                              Am
    And though I was very heavy I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground
    
    (Pick up the rythym at this point)
      E7             Am               E7
    I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground
    Am                E7
    Somebody help me (I couldn't see the ground)
    Am                E7
    Somebody help me (I couldn't see the ground)
    Am                E7
    Somebody help meeeeee, because I'm
    
    
    CHORUS
    
    (With lots of angst, repeat intro)
    
    G     D                      Am7                    G
    Drove downtown in the ray-ee-ain, 9:30 on a Tuesday night
            D                        Bm7    Am7                     G
    Just to check out the late night record shop (late night record shop)
              D                   Am7
    Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, or call it insane (whoa-oh)
    G                  D                    Bm7        Cmaj7
    'Cause when I'm surrounded I just can't stah-ah-ah-p
    
    
    The outro is a Secret Agent Man sort of thingy based in Em that goes as 
    follows:
    
    Em  Em/C  Em/C#   Em/C  
    
    Do this a few times, then just go wild on the Em.
    If you've got a bongo playing comrade, this can really sound great.
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    Happy playing!!
    Liz Myers

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