Bryan wilson — Barenaked Ladies
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Date: Sun, 07 Dec 1997 23:16:49 -0500 From: Burton Posey Subject: CRD: b/barenaked_ladies/brian_wilson.crd
Brian Wilson (CAPO ON 3RD FRET) Drove downtown in the rain, 9:30 on a Tuesday night Just to check out the late night record shop Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane 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
Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did 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
And if you wanna find me I'll be out in the sandbox Just wondering where the hell all the love has gah-ah-ahn Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun, whoa-whoa-oh-oh And singing fun, fun, fun
Chorus
I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds And though I was very heavy I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground
(Pick up the rythym at this point) I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground Somebody help me (I couldn't see the ground) Somebody help me (I couldn't see the ground) Somebody help meeeeee, because I'm
Chorus
(With lots of angst, repeat intro) Drove downtown in the ray-ee-ain, 9:30 on a Tuesday night Just to check out the late night record shop (late night record shop) Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, or call it insane (whoa-oh) '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:
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.
Reformatted by Burton Posey