Lost Girls

	  		
Intro 
A                     Bm                  C#m 
Warming the hearts of tragic hoodlum spirits           (Flute plays around in D until noted below) 
                    D 
Brighten the eyes of petty thieves who crawl at night 
N.C. 
Who feign to use a knife 
N.C. 
Jingle jangle the cosmos are on fire 
N.C. 
The blazing lines of the criminal choir 
N.C. 
Rejoiced to be alive 
N.C. 
Broken and depraved 
N.C. 
Sullied mop and rusted pail 
             A                               Bm 
Centuries of poison to escape this heaven or hell 
                  C#m                 D 
This earthly cell of dead flowers and so many wounded foes 
N.C. 
It's hard to remember fantasy or horror 
N.C 
Unwanted caresses 
N.C 
Little Lolitas who want to be held in large hands 
N.C 
Dear Father, who art in heaven 
N.C. 
Hollow be thy name 
       A                            Bm 
Witches confused by their own magic 
                                      C#m 
Witches displeased by their own perfume 
      D 
Shame-locked women 
N.C. 
Shaman women fuming with shame 
N.C 
Love-locked women 
N.C. 
Women their own magic women 
N.C. 
Shadow body, shadow spirit 
      D 
White blood, blue night             (Start fast piano and stop flute) 
A 
Angels lyrics 
Bm                     F# 
Female creature wilted high in the raftors 
D                  A 
Orgies of dust and butterfly laughter 
Bm                                F# 
Shadows spilling into the babe's milk 
                           D 
Starry eyes of ghost's memoir 
               A 
Four blue plus two, that makes six 
Bm 
That's twelve times two 
 F# 
Two brown eyes, one green 
D 
Hazel's asleep in the hayloft 
A                             Bm 
Down the road drowning in dry grass 
                            F# 
In the sweet maiden's lap poisened with nightshade 
        D 
Witches last laugh 

 
            A 
Stick your thumb out 
             Bm 
Lift up your skirt 
                          F# 
Someone's gonna stop here soon 
D                       A 
Take down your hair and wind up your grin 
Bm                       F# 
Someone's gonna take you home 

D                        A 
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt 
Bm                        F# 
Someone's gonna stop here soon 
D                       A 
Take down your hair and wind up your grin 
Bm                       F# 
Someone's gonna take you home 


Verse 
D 
Even though red's not your color 
A 
I'll dress you in feathers 
   Bm 
And fly you in the windy weather 
       F#                        D 
Like a child bird marooned on an island of cats 
A 
Little dewy brawling cats 
     Bm 
With cross-eyes and hats 
     F# 
They take mercy on you 
     D 
They take you for walks 
     A                         Bm 
The mercy choir singing dismal hymns watery bible rhymes 
     F# 
All jumbled a mess 
D                            A                   Bm  F# 
A mess of bright graves and flowers and balloons 

 
D                        A 
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt 
Bm                           F# 
Someone's bound to stop here soon 
D                        A 
Take down your hair and wind up your grin 
Bm                       F# 
Someone's gonna take you home 


Verse 
       D 
With a knapsack of trinkets 
    A 
I'm off to seek my fortune again 
Bm 
Chasing ghosts of dead orphans 
F# 
Friend, cousin, or kin 
   D 
We wave to the passer by 
A 
Moth wings of a butterfly 
 Bm 
Endless tracks where no car pass 
 F# 
Close your eyes and you can fly 
    D 
I'm off to meet my soul mate 
   A 
A naked fawny jailbait 
Bm 
Wading into ponds 
           F# 
Filled with pollywogs at dawn 
 D 
Mournin' the light 
      A 
That slipped from my eyes 
  Bm 
A little child with dirty nails 
F# 
And dirty hair 
      D                             A    Bm  F# 
I had dirty things scrawled upon my mind 

Instrumental: D A Bm F# 


D                        A 
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt 
Bm                        F# 
Someone's gonna stop here soon 
D                    A 
Take down your hair, wind up your grin 
Bm                       F# 
Someone's gonna take you home