Chords for Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Dig Lazarus Dig

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[E] _ _ _ [A] _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _
_ [B] _ _ _ [E] Pick yourself, lad, just pick [A] yourself
Lad, [Em] just pick yourself
[A]
Lad, [B] just pick yourself
[E] Back in that day
Larry made his [A] nest [E] up in the autumn branches
Built from [A] nothing but high hopes [E] and thin air
He collected up some [A] baby-blasted [E] mothers
They took [A] their chances
And for a while they lived quite [Em] happily up there
[A] It [E] came from New York City, man
But he couldn't take the [A] pace
[Em] And thought it was like a [A] dog [E]-eat-dog world
Then he went to San Francisco
Spent a year in outer space
With a [A] sweet little San Franciscan girl
[E] You can hear my mother wailing
And a whole lot of scraping _ [A] upstairs _
[E] _ I [A] _ [C] don't know what it is
[G] But there's definitely something [D] going [Em] on upstairs
Pick [A] yourself, [E] lad, just pick [A] yourself
[E] Lad, just pick yourself
[A]
[B] Lad, just pick yourself
Back in [Em] that day _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, [B] _ _ _ [Em] _ yeah, New York [E] City
He had to get out of there
And San Francisco, [A] well, I don't know
[E] And then to L [A].A., [E] where he spent about a [A] day
He [E] thought even the pale [A] sky [E] stars
Were smart enough to keep well away from L.A.
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[Em] Meanwhile, Larry made up names [A] for the [E] ladies
Like Miss Boo and Miss Quick
He [Em] stockpiled weapons and put pot shots in the [A] air
He [E] feasted on their lovely bodies [A] like a [Em] lunatic
And wrapped [A] himself up in their [E] soft yellow hair
_ [A] [E] I _ _ [A]
can hear [E] chanting _ [A] [E] incantations
And some guy [A] is mentioning [E] me in [Em] his prayers
_ _ [A] Well, I [C] don't know what it is
But [G] there's definitely [A] something going on [Em] upstairs
Pick [A] yourself, [E] lad, just pick [A] yourself
[Em] Lad, just pick yourself
Lad, [B] just pick [E] yourself
Back in that old
_ Well, [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _
_ New York City, man
[E] San Francisco, L.A.,. I don't know But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene I mean, he [A] never asked to be raised [B] up from the tomb I [D] mean, no one ever [Em] actually [A] asked him to [Em] forsake his dreams _ Anyway, to cut a long story short, fame finally found him Mirrors became his torturers Cameras snapped him at every chance The women all went back to their homes and their husbands With secret smiles in the corners of their mouths _ [D#] [F#m] He [Em] ended up like so many of them do Back in the streets of New York City In a silk queue, a silk [F#m] fiend, [D#] a [E] slave Then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave _ Oh, poor Larry _ [A] _ [E] But what do [A] we really know of the [E] dead? And who actually cares? _ _ _ _ [A] Well, [C] I don't know what it is But [G] there's definitely something [D] going on [E] upstairs Pick [A] yourself, [Em] lad, just pick yourself [A] [Em] Lad, just pick yourself [A] Lad, [B] just pick [Em] yourself Back in that old _ Lad, just pick yourself Lad, just pick yourself Lad, pick [B] [Em] yourself Lad, _ _ just pick yourself Lad, just pick [A] yourself [B] Lad, just pick yourself [Em] Lad, just pick yourself Get out of there, you ugly Lad, just pick yourself Lad, just pick yourself [F#m] Lad, just pick yourself [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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