Chords for Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Dig Lazarus Dig!!! (live Jools Holland)
Tempo:
110.7 bpm
Chords used:
A
Em
E
D
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em]
[A] [E] Welcome to my world and welcome to Nib [Bm] Cave and the Bad Seeds!
[Am]
[Bm] [Em]
[A] Dig [Em]
[A] [Em] [A]
[C#] [Em]
[A] yourself, that [E] is, dig [A] yourself, that [E] is, dig [A] yourself, that is, [B] dig yourself [Gm] [Em] back in the
[E] Larry made his nest over the autumn branches, [A] [Em] made from milk and I hope some thin air.
[E] [A]
[E] He collected up some [B] baby [E] blasted mamas, they [A] took their chances [Em] and for a while they lived quite happily up there.
He came from [A] New York City, [Em] man, but he couldn't take [A] the bass, [Em] he thought it was [Dm] like a doggy [Em] dog world.
[A] [E] He went to [A] San Francisco, [E] spent a year in [A] outer [Em] space with a sweet [A] little San [Em] Franciscan [A] girl.
[E] I can hear my mother [D] wailing, [E] had a whole lot of [Em] scraping and jams.
I [C] don't know what it is, but [G] there's definitely [D] something going on [E] upstairs.
Dig yourself, that is, dig yourself, [A] that [Em] is, dig [A] yourself, that [B] is, dig yourself.
I [Bm] want you [Em] to dig.
[A]
[Em] [A] [D] [C#]
[Bm] [Em] Meanwhile, [A] Larry made up [E] names for the ladies, [A] like Miss [Em] Boo and Miss Quick.
[A] He stuck [Em] my old wet little shirt [A] with pot shots in the [Em] air.
He [A] feasted on their bodies like a lunatic and wrapped himself [Em] up in their soft yellow [A] hair.
[E] [A] [Em] I can hear chants and [A] incantations [Em] and some guy [A] is mentioning [Em] me in his [A] prayers.
[Em]
[C] I don't know what it is, but [G] there's definitely [D] something going [C] on [Fm] upstairs.
[A] [C] Dig [A] yourself, that [C] is, dig [F] yourself, [A] that [C#] is, dig yourself.
[Em] Back in that hole.
[D] [C#] [Bm] [N]
[E] Long story short, fame finally found him.
Mirrors became his torturers, [A] cameras snapped him [Dm] at every chance.
[A] The women all went back to their homes and their husbands with secret smiles in the corners of their mouths.
[Em] [Bm]
[E] [Em] He ended up like so many of them do, [Am] back on the [D#] streets of New [Em] York City in a soup hue.
A drunk fiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the [D] grave.
I'm [Em] Paul Larry.
[A] [Em] What do we [A] really know of the dead [Em] and who our [A] action [Em]
[A] is?
[C] [Em]
[C] I don't know what it is, but [G] there's definitely [D] something going [F] on upstairs.
[A] Dig yourself, that [Em] is, dig [A] yourself, that is, dig yourself, [B] that is, dig yourself.
I [D#] want you to [Em] dig [Gm] yourself, that is, dig yourself, that is, dig yourself, that [D#] is, dig yourself.
I want you to [Em] dig [E] yourself, that is, [G] dig yourself, that is, dig yourself, [D] that is, [G] dig [D] yourself.
[G] Back in that hole.
[E]
[Em] That's a sick ass sound, that's a sick ass sound, [D] [Em] that's a sick [B] ass sound back [Em] in my home.
[N]
It's the Labrador's Jason Brilliant, Nick Pease and the Bad Seas.
We'll be hearing more from these guys later on.
[A] [E] Welcome to my world and welcome to Nib [Bm] Cave and the Bad Seeds!
[Am]
[Bm] [Em]
[A] Dig [Em]
[A] [Em] [A]
[C#] [Em]
[A] yourself, that [E] is, dig [A] yourself, that [E] is, dig [A] yourself, that is, [B] dig yourself [Gm] [Em] back in the
[E] Larry made his nest over the autumn branches, [A] [Em] made from milk and I hope some thin air.
[E] [A]
[E] He collected up some [B] baby [E] blasted mamas, they [A] took their chances [Em] and for a while they lived quite happily up there.
He came from [A] New York City, [Em] man, but he couldn't take [A] the bass, [Em] he thought it was [Dm] like a doggy [Em] dog world.
[A] [E] He went to [A] San Francisco, [E] spent a year in [A] outer [Em] space with a sweet [A] little San [Em] Franciscan [A] girl.
[E] I can hear my mother [D] wailing, [E] had a whole lot of [Em] scraping and jams.
I [C] don't know what it is, but [G] there's definitely [D] something going on [E] upstairs.
Dig yourself, that is, dig yourself, [A] that [Em] is, dig [A] yourself, that [B] is, dig yourself.
I [Bm] want you [Em] to dig.
[A]
[Em] [A] [D] [C#]
[Bm] [Em] Meanwhile, [A] Larry made up [E] names for the ladies, [A] like Miss [Em] Boo and Miss Quick.
[A] He stuck [Em] my old wet little shirt [A] with pot shots in the [Em] air.
He [A] feasted on their bodies like a lunatic and wrapped himself [Em] up in their soft yellow [A] hair.
[E] [A] [Em] I can hear chants and [A] incantations [Em] and some guy [A] is mentioning [Em] me in his [A] prayers.
[Em]
[C] I don't know what it is, but [G] there's definitely [D] something going [C] on [Fm] upstairs.
[A] [C] Dig [A] yourself, that [C] is, dig [F] yourself, [A] that [C#] is, dig yourself.
[Em] Back in that hole.
[D] [C#] [Bm] [N]
[E] Long story short, fame finally found him.
Mirrors became his torturers, [A] cameras snapped him [Dm] at every chance.
[A] The women all went back to their homes and their husbands with secret smiles in the corners of their mouths.
[Em] [Bm]
[E] [Em] He ended up like so many of them do, [Am] back on the [D#] streets of New [Em] York City in a soup hue.
A drunk fiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the [D] grave.
I'm [Em] Paul Larry.
[A] [Em] What do we [A] really know of the dead [Em] and who our [A] action [Em]
[A] is?
[C] [Em]
[C] I don't know what it is, but [G] there's definitely [D] something going [F] on upstairs.
[A] Dig yourself, that [Em] is, dig [A] yourself, that is, dig yourself, [B] that is, dig yourself.
I [D#] want you to [Em] dig [Gm] yourself, that is, dig yourself, that is, dig yourself, that [D#] is, dig yourself.
I want you to [Em] dig [E] yourself, that is, [G] dig yourself, that is, dig yourself, [D] that is, [G] dig [D] yourself.
[G] Back in that hole.
[E]
[Em] That's a sick ass sound, that's a sick ass sound, [D] [Em] that's a sick [B] ass sound back [Em] in my home.
[N]
It's the Labrador's Jason Brilliant, Nick Pease and the Bad Seas.
We'll be hearing more from these guys later on.
Key:
A
Em
E
D
C
A
Em
E
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [E] Welcome to my world and welcome to Nib [Bm] Cave and the Bad Seeds!
[Am] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] Dig _ [Em] _ _
[A] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[A] yourself, that [E] is, dig [A] yourself, that [E] is, dig [A] yourself, that is, [B] dig yourself [Gm] [Em] back in the_
[E] Larry made his nest over the autumn branches, [A] _ [Em] made from milk and I hope some thin air.
[E] _ [A]
[E] He collected up some [B] baby [E] blasted mamas, they [A] took their chances [Em] and for a while they lived quite happily up there.
_ _ He came from [A] New York City, [Em] man, but he couldn't take [A] the bass, [Em] he thought it was [Dm] like a doggy [Em] dog world.
[A] _ [E] He went to [A] San Francisco, [E] spent a year in [A] outer [Em] space with a sweet [A] little San [Em] Franciscan [A] girl.
[E] I can hear my mother [D] wailing, [E] had a whole lot of [Em] scraping and jams. _
_ _ _ I [C] don't know what it is, but [G] there's definitely [D] something going on [E] upstairs.
Dig yourself, that is, dig yourself, [A] that [Em] is, dig [A] yourself, that [B] is, dig yourself.
I [Bm] want you [Em] to dig. _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Em] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ [C#] _ _
[Bm] _ _ [Em] Meanwhile, [A] Larry made up [E] names for the ladies, [A] like Miss [Em] Boo and Miss Quick.
[A] He stuck [Em] my old wet little shirt [A] with pot shots in the [Em] air.
He [A] feasted on their bodies like a lunatic and wrapped himself [Em] up in their soft yellow [A] hair. _
[E] _ _ [A] [Em] I can hear chants and [A] incantations [Em] and some guy [A] is mentioning [Em] me in his [A] prayers.
[Em] _ _ _
_ [C] I don't know what it is, but [G] there's definitely [D] something going [C] on [Fm] upstairs.
[A] [C] Dig [A] yourself, that [C] is, dig [F] yourself, [A] that [C#] is, dig yourself.
[Em] Back in that hole. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [C#] _ _ [Bm] _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ [E] Long story short, fame finally found him.
Mirrors became his torturers, [A] cameras snapped him [Dm] at every chance.
[A] The women all went back to their homes and their husbands with secret smiles in the corners of their mouths.
[Em] _ [Bm] _ _
[E] [Em] He ended up like so many of them do, [Am] back on the [D#] streets of New [Em] York City in a soup hue.
A drunk fiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the [D] grave.
I'm [Em] Paul Larry.
_ [A] [Em] What do we [A] really know of the dead [Em] and who our [A] action [Em] _
[A] is?
_ [C] _ _ [Em] _
[C] I don't know what it is, but [G] there's definitely [D] something going [F] on upstairs.
[A] Dig yourself, that [Em] is, dig [A] yourself, that is, dig yourself, [B] that is, dig yourself.
I [D#] want you to [Em] dig [Gm] yourself, that is, dig yourself, that is, dig yourself, that [D#] is, dig yourself.
I want you to [Em] dig [E] yourself, that is, [G] dig yourself, that is, dig yourself, [D] that is, [G] dig [D] yourself.
[G] Back in that hole.
[E] _
[Em] That's a sick ass sound, that's a sick ass sound, [D] [Em] that's a sick [B] ass sound back [Em] in my home.
_ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
It's the Labrador's Jason Brilliant, Nick Pease and the Bad Seas.
We'll be hearing more from these guys later on. _ _
[A] _ _ [E] Welcome to my world and welcome to Nib [Bm] Cave and the Bad Seeds!
[Am] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] Dig _ [Em] _ _
[A] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[A] yourself, that [E] is, dig [A] yourself, that [E] is, dig [A] yourself, that is, [B] dig yourself [Gm] [Em] back in the_
[E] Larry made his nest over the autumn branches, [A] _ [Em] made from milk and I hope some thin air.
[E] _ [A]
[E] He collected up some [B] baby [E] blasted mamas, they [A] took their chances [Em] and for a while they lived quite happily up there.
_ _ He came from [A] New York City, [Em] man, but he couldn't take [A] the bass, [Em] he thought it was [Dm] like a doggy [Em] dog world.
[A] _ [E] He went to [A] San Francisco, [E] spent a year in [A] outer [Em] space with a sweet [A] little San [Em] Franciscan [A] girl.
[E] I can hear my mother [D] wailing, [E] had a whole lot of [Em] scraping and jams. _
_ _ _ I [C] don't know what it is, but [G] there's definitely [D] something going on [E] upstairs.
Dig yourself, that is, dig yourself, [A] that [Em] is, dig [A] yourself, that [B] is, dig yourself.
I [Bm] want you [Em] to dig. _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Em] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ [C#] _ _
[Bm] _ _ [Em] Meanwhile, [A] Larry made up [E] names for the ladies, [A] like Miss [Em] Boo and Miss Quick.
[A] He stuck [Em] my old wet little shirt [A] with pot shots in the [Em] air.
He [A] feasted on their bodies like a lunatic and wrapped himself [Em] up in their soft yellow [A] hair. _
[E] _ _ [A] [Em] I can hear chants and [A] incantations [Em] and some guy [A] is mentioning [Em] me in his [A] prayers.
[Em] _ _ _
_ [C] I don't know what it is, but [G] there's definitely [D] something going [C] on [Fm] upstairs.
[A] [C] Dig [A] yourself, that [C] is, dig [F] yourself, [A] that [C#] is, dig yourself.
[Em] Back in that hole. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [C#] _ _ [Bm] _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ [E] Long story short, fame finally found him.
Mirrors became his torturers, [A] cameras snapped him [Dm] at every chance.
[A] The women all went back to their homes and their husbands with secret smiles in the corners of their mouths.
[Em] _ [Bm] _ _
[E] [Em] He ended up like so many of them do, [Am] back on the [D#] streets of New [Em] York City in a soup hue.
A drunk fiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the [D] grave.
I'm [Em] Paul Larry.
_ [A] [Em] What do we [A] really know of the dead [Em] and who our [A] action [Em] _
[A] is?
_ [C] _ _ [Em] _
[C] I don't know what it is, but [G] there's definitely [D] something going [F] on upstairs.
[A] Dig yourself, that [Em] is, dig [A] yourself, that is, dig yourself, [B] that is, dig yourself.
I [D#] want you to [Em] dig [Gm] yourself, that is, dig yourself, that is, dig yourself, that [D#] is, dig yourself.
I want you to [Em] dig [E] yourself, that is, [G] dig yourself, that is, dig yourself, [D] that is, [G] dig [D] yourself.
[G] Back in that hole.
[E] _
[Em] That's a sick ass sound, that's a sick ass sound, [D] [Em] that's a sick [B] ass sound back [Em] in my home.
_ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
It's the Labrador's Jason Brilliant, Nick Pease and the Bad Seas.
We'll be hearing more from these guys later on. _ _