Biography:
Fringe members of The Elephant 6 Recording Company, and the only band to officially release a full-length on the label, Beulah originally formed in San Francisco in 1996 when mail-room colleagues Miles Kurosky (main songwriter, lead vocals, guitar), and Bill Swan (trumpet, guitar, vocals) got together to make music. Together they recorded a 7", A Small Cattle Drive in a Snow Storm, released in 1997. The same year, Anne Mellinger joined the band and their debut LP, Handsome Western States was released on Elephant 6.
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An Apple for an Apple
Miles Kurosky
The song has a slightly different structure than verse/chorus/bridge. I've labeled them
Intro/I/II/III/IV but that's totally arbitrary. The chords should correspond well and
lyrics are my best attempt at deciphering them from the myspace ripped audio. Pretty
but not gospel. I didn't tab out the finger-picked intro or the second guitar lines.
Intro:
Fingerpicking on C that continues through out verse 1.
C
Bring out your dead, kids. Bring out your dead.
Your sons and daughters, they won't be spared
F
because this virus is just like us and its flames
C
are fanned by clapping hands
C
so board up your windows, protect your homes
take off your skins, kids, and rest your bones
F
there's no protection from infection so your
C
plans won't be too hard to break
G F C
because in this life, you'll never be free
C (Distortion)
I:
C
I swear I'll never stray from God
no eclipse just harbored thoughts
G F
of escape, lord, of escape
C
but it was a lie
C
the surgeon said before he cut
F
with delicate assassins touch
C Ab
do you believe in men?
G F C
because science and a steady hand are what you need now
II:
Am C
i caved to his charm and he found a vein
Am G F
now now this hole in my arm is big enough for all of us
G F
it's not red or blue but it's filled with dust
I:
C
so set your sails and head due north
pall bearers wait on sandy shores
G F
fare thee well, friend, fare well
C
you're gonna be fine
C
i rested on a bed of doubt
F
the pillow soft, yet still devout
C Ab
it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
G F C
when these thoughts race round my head involuntary
II:
Am C
the melody's sweet but it's so impure
Am G
now now they fall from these trees so i did my part
F G F
and i took a bite, oh maybe i was just an easy mark
III:
Am
oh, it's true
F C
it's how i fell in love
Em Dm
with things i couldn't see
C
and germs i couldn't treat
F C
i fell hard for disease
Em Dm
because it made me feel alive
C
it made me more alive
E7 Am
if god's always fair, why's his cupboard always bare?
E7
Ba ba ba
Instrumental/Ba's:
C F C
C F C
G F G
IV:
F
it's strange
G
so strange
C Am
how they'll pick-pocket your grave
F
it's ok
Em
it's ok
G
it's alright
F G C Am
i know that they won't get their hands wrapped round my soul
F G C
its a paltry sum oh the combination's lost and it's all i have
III:
Am
it's true
F C
how i fell in love
Em Dm
with things i couldn't see
C
and germs i couldn't treat
F C
i fell hard for disease
Em Dm
because it made me feel alive
C
it made me more alive
E7 Am
if god's always fair, why's his cupboard always bare?
E7
ba ba ba
It may not be perfect, but if you notice problems, post them please. If you don't, then
good enough. Now, WHERE'S THE REST OF THE ALBUM, MILES?!
Miles Kurosky
The song has a slightly different structure than verse/chorus/bridge. I've labeled them
Intro/I/II/III/IV but that's totally arbitrary. The chords should correspond well and
lyrics are my best attempt at deciphering them from the myspace ripped audio. Pretty
but not gospel. I didn't tab out the finger-picked intro or the second guitar lines.
Intro:
Fingerpicking on C that continues through out verse 1.
C
Bring out your dead, kids. Bring out your dead.
Your sons and daughters, they won't be spared
F
because this virus is just like us and its flames
C
are fanned by clapping hands
C
so board up your windows, protect your homes
take off your skins, kids, and rest your bones
F
there's no protection from infection so your
C
plans won't be too hard to break
G F C
because in this life, you'll never be free
C (Distortion)
I:
C
I swear I'll never stray from God
no eclipse just harbored thoughts
G F
of escape, lord, of escape
C
but it was a lie
C
the surgeon said before he cut
F
with delicate assassins touch
C Ab
do you believe in men?
G F C
because science and a steady hand are what you need now
II:
Am C
i caved to his charm and he found a vein
Am G F
now now this hole in my arm is big enough for all of us
G F
it's not red or blue but it's filled with dust
I:
C
so set your sails and head due north
pall bearers wait on sandy shores
G F
fare thee well, friend, fare well
C
you're gonna be fine
C
i rested on a bed of doubt
F
the pillow soft, yet still devout
C Ab
it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
G F C
when these thoughts race round my head involuntary
II:
Am C
the melody's sweet but it's so impure
Am G
now now they fall from these trees so i did my part
F G F
and i took a bite, oh maybe i was just an easy mark
III:
Am
oh, it's true
F C
it's how i fell in love
Em Dm
with things i couldn't see
C
and germs i couldn't treat
F C
i fell hard for disease
Em Dm
because it made me feel alive
C
it made me more alive
E7 Am
if god's always fair, why's his cupboard always bare?
E7
Ba ba ba
Instrumental/Ba's:
C F C
C F C
G F G
IV:
F
it's strange
G
so strange
C Am
how they'll pick-pocket your grave
F
it's ok
Em
it's ok
G
it's alright
F G C Am
i know that they won't get their hands wrapped round my soul
F G C
its a paltry sum oh the combination's lost and it's all i have
III:
Am
it's true
F C
how i fell in love
Em Dm
with things i couldn't see
C
and germs i couldn't treat
F C
i fell hard for disease
Em Dm
because it made me feel alive
C
it made me more alive
E7 Am
if god's always fair, why's his cupboard always bare?
E7
ba ba ba
It may not be perfect, but if you notice problems, post them please. If you don't, then
good enough. Now, WHERE'S THE REST OF THE ALBUM, MILES?!
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Bibio
Bic Runga
Bidê Ou Ba (...)
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