>>>DAAS Guitar Tabs<<<

WORLD'S BEST KISSER - DAAS

C F I'm wet and I'm moist C Am So come on let's rejoice,

F G with the birds, the bees the fillies and the colts,

F G C and the fact that we are all young adults.

C F So lie back on your couch,

C Am after this there'll be no doubt

F G I don't care if you're a miss or a missus

F G C You done been squelched by the World's best kisser.

F G C Oh, ho, sit up straight and pout.

F G C I'll suck your face until I pull your molars out,

F G C A tongue so grand, you'll call me more than friends.

F G C One kiss from this, you'll never brush your teeth again.

G C Set 'em up, break 'em down G D And pass the cup around.

Em C D It's the last that we will share for quite some time

Em C I've shaved my head - wear a dress Am Em I've left my bonny wife

C G D G I've got Krishna riding shotgun on the stagecoach of my life

[Chorus] C My sweet lord rama rama D G Got my ticket to Nirvana C G It's a commune just left of county Cork C Share a pint with me lord Shiva Am Em As we read the Bhagavad Gita C G D I'll have Krishna riding shotgun on the stagecoach of my life G -of my life

G C G D Well I used to be a cattle prod for Jesus

G Em C D And L. Ron Hubbard took me in some too

Em C I was a moonie, loved Charles Manson Am Em But they are not as handsome C D G As the godhead whose skin is shining blue

[Chorus]

G C Hari Hari Ha Hooray!

G D I chant it every day G Em C D with my virtue tucked proudly in my lap

Em C And I pray all night to Krishna Am Em 'Cause he's a damned good listener

C D G And he never ever ever answers back

[Chorus]

Em Cm Am Em And when Irish eyes are trying to make the Pommies pay C G D We'll get Krishna and his shotgun to join the IRA the IRA - the IRA C G Hari Hari Ha Hooray!

The whole song uses the same two chords over and over: G C

C Am I love, a girl called Maria,

F Her name is Maria G They call her Mari, Mari Mari, Mari, Maria. She loves a guy who's a maori A New Zealand maori Yes, he's a maori, maori Maori, maori, maori They sailed A kayak down the Murray A kayak down the Murray Down the Murray Murray, Murray, Murray. They docked Their boat at the marina They docked at the marina At the Mari, Mari, Mari, Mari, Marina They love pasta marinara Pasta marinara They love their mari Mari, mari, marinara. They skipped Through a field of marigolds A field of marigolds A field of mari, Mari, mari, marigolds They said One day they would marry One day they would marry Yes they'd marry, Marry, marry, marry, marry.

C F C Sadly, they DIED this afternoon C C C CHA-CHA-CHA!

 Auld Triangle
[G] Word has come from [C] Dublin [G] City
She's [G]lost her sweet angry [C]boy
[G]Born with a spirit his [C]flesh could not contain[D]
Brendan Behan is [Em]dead

No [G]stranger to life, he [C]lived bright [G]enough
No [Em]stranger to the [Am] glass in his [C] hand
No [G]stranger to the cause he [C]fought for all his [D]life
Brendan Behan is [Em] dead

[C] [D]

A [G]hungry feeling came [Em]over me stealing
While the [Am]mice were [G]feeding in [Am]my prison [C]cell
And the [G]old triangle went [Em]jingle jangle
All [Am]along the [G]banks of the [Am]royal [G]canal

On a [G]fine spring evening as [Em]I lay dreaming
And the [Am]lad was [G]weeping for [Am]his gal [C]Sal
And the [G]old triangle went [Em]jingle jangle
All [Am]along the [G]banks of the [Am]royal [G]canal

And the [G]wind was sighing as the [Em]day was dying
And the [Am]lad still [G]crying in [Am]his prison [C]cell
And the [G]old triangle went [Em]jingle bloody jangle
All [Am]along the [G]banks of the [Am]royal [G]canal

In the [G]women's prison there are [Em]seventy women
And I [Am]wish it was [G]with them that [Am]I did [C]dwell
Then that [G]old triangle could go [Em]jingle bloody jangle
All [Am]along the [G]banks of the [Am]royal [G]canal
Then that [G]old triangle could go [Em]jingle bloody jangle
All [Am]along the [G]banks of the [Am]royal [G]canal

[G]Ireland has lost her [C]sweet angry [G]voice
No [G]longer his poems fire [C]desire
Will [G]ring out in Gaelic, or [C]sound through the [D]Main
Brendan Behan is [Em]dead

Billy Don’t Be A Hero
[G] This song goes out to all of those correct Vietnam films,
films like Hamburger Hill, and Tour of Duty, and Priscilla Queen of the Desert...

[Am]The marching band came [D]down along mainstreet,
[G]The soldier blues fell in behind.
[Am]I looked across and [D]there I saw Billy,
[Em] Waiting to go and [G] join the line.
[Am]And with her head [D]upon his shoulder,
[Am]His young and lovely [D]fiancee.
[Am]From where I stood I [D]saw she was crying,
[Am]And through her tears I [D]heard her say:
"Billy, don't go off to war. If you go to war you can fucking consider yourself dropped, 'cause I'm not going to make love to you if you're an armless, legless corpse."

[G]Billy don't be a hero, Don’t be a [Am]fool with your life.
[Am7]Billy don't be a hero, Come back and [G]make me your wife.
And as [G]Billy started to [G7] go,
She said [Am] "Keep your pretty head [Cm] low."
[G] Billy don't be a [D] hero, Come back to [G] me.

[Am] The soldier blues were [D] trapped on a hillside,
[G] The battle raging all around.
[Am] The sergeant said "We've [D] got to hang on boys.
[Em] We've go to hold this [G] piece of ground.
[Am]I need a [D] volunteer to ride up,
[Am]And bring us back some [D] extra men."
[Am]And Billy's hand was [D] up in a moment,
[Am]Forgetting all the [D] words she said.
[G]Billy don't be a hero, Don't be a [Am]fool with your life.
[Am7]Billy don't be a hero, Come back and [G]make me your wife.
And as [G]Billy started to [G7] go,
She said "[Am]Where did Billy's head [Cm] go?"
[G] Billy don't be a [D] hero, Come back to [G] me.

(and then I saw a helicopter flip upside down and Vic Maro's head went thwack!
the average IQ of the fighting soldier in vietnam was nineteen... nineteen...
nananananananana na na na na)

[Am] I heard his fiancee [D] got a letter,
[G] Saying how Billy died that day. (horribly... oh my god, billy...)
[Am]The letter said that [D] he was a hero,
(he was a herod. A herod? What? No, just wait. i've got a bit of pus on my contact lens…)
[Em] She should be proud he [G] died that way.
[Em]I heard she threw the [D]letter [G]away.
And as the [G]mailman started to [G7]go,
He said "[Am]Keep your pretty head [Cm] low."
[G] Billy don't be a [D] hero, Come back to [G] me.

Here She Comes

INTRO: [Am] [F] repeated a lot

Here she [Am]comes dressed in white just like a [F]cloud
Oh my God and [Am]she floats above the earth so [F]proud
Oh my God and [C]I'm content to watch her just float [D]by
Watch her just float [F]by[G]
[F]Here, here she [Am]comes

[Am] [F]

Here she [Am]comes with an air so cold and [F]pale
Oh my God and [Am]she throws her tie down like a [F]veil
Oh my God, and I [C]recall the greatest sorrow of [G]them all was ours
And [Am]cried for her alone [C]
[F]Cried for her [G]alone

She came [F]barefoot as a peasant, [Bb]seeking pleasure, seeking [C]wonder
Through the backstreets where the [Bb]drunkards swilled, aching, (something)
And she's [F]driven on by hatred, [Bb]driven on by hunger,
By the [C]weight of the grey clouds, every [Bb]one that she's cried under
The [F]bed accepts the body as [Bb]you accept the whispers
and you [C]kissed her, like a [Em]thousand others kissed her
[F]Here, here she [Em]comes

Here she [Am]comes with an angel's stumbling [F]grace,
Oh my God and [Am]I bear the burden of [F](something)
Oh my God and [C]I'm content, if this is all I [D]have,
this is all I [F]have[G]
[F]Here, here she [Am]comes

Here she [Am]comes dressed in black just like a [F]cloud,
Oh my God and [Am]I need to touch the soiled [F]gown,
Oh my God and I [C]recall the greatest triumph [G]of them all was ours,
[Am]Born of blood and stone[C], [F]not by her [G]alone,
[F]Here, here she [Am]comes.

[F] [Am] (fadeout)

Stay Away From The Window

[Am]Watching her graceful [C]transition, the [Am]descent into his [G]bed
[Am]Stinking beneath her [C]watches where he [F]rested 'til dawn cleared the [G]air
[Am]This road runs off to the [C]salt planes, [Am]this road runs to the [G]sea
[Am]A confession dreaming of [C]wounds and my [F]body is [G]unclean
Oh I am [G]dappled and [F]green from the [Am]oceans and [G]seas,
[Am]Coloured the [G]blue of the [F]sky[G]
The [G]blood of red [F]ochre the [Am]hues of the [G]land
But the [Am]candle [G]dwindles and [Am]dies

[C] [Am]Oh, stay [G]away from the [F]window my [G]child,
[Am]Please stay [G]away from the [F]light.
[C] [Am]Oh, stay [G]away from the [F]window my [G]child,
[Am]Please stay [G]away from the [Am]light.

This [Am]night of dark bene[C]dictions, the [Am]enormous drunk gaze of the [G]cross
Who [Am]towers over the [C]churchyard with [F]guards and prayers for the [G]young
[Am]Whose trance has fallen on [C]damp skin, [Am]whose sweat has drowned all the [G]graves
A [Am]black girl from the [C]good book, have I [F]waited too long to be [G]saved?
Oh she's [G]dappled and [F]green from the [Am]oceans and [G]seas,
[Am]Colored the [G]blue of the [F]sky[G]
there's [G]blood on the [F]soil, a [Am]stain on the [G]land
The [Am]rivers now [G]barren and [Am]dry

[C] [Am]Oh, stay [G]away from the [F]window my [G]child,
[Am]Please stay [G]away from the [F]light.
[C] [Am]Oh, stay [G]away from the [F]window my [G]child,
[Am]Please stay [G]away from the [F]light.
[C] [Am]Oh, stay [G]away from the [F]window my [G]child,
[Am]Please stay [G]away from the [Am]light.

Your [Am]barren [G]causes [F]bloodies the [G]doors
the [Am]black [G]procession [F]sweeps
It's [Am]petulant [G]tail through [F]vapors and [G]odours
reach [Am]down to the [G]ocean and [Am]dips
[Am]Pounders through [G]backstreets, [F]weeping and [G]keeping
a [Am]dwindling [G]fire well [F]fed
The [Am]mother of [G]all wars, [F]hunched and on [G]all fours
to [Am]service the [G]stale and the [Am]dead
The [Am]bitch is on [G]heat with an[F]other de[G]feat
and her [Am]bloody [G]river runs [F]red
[C] [Am]Oh, stay [G]away from the [F]window my [G]child,
[Am]Please stay [G]away from the [F]light.
[C] [Am]Oh, stay [G]away from the [F]window my [G]child,
[Am]Please stay [G]away from the [Am]light.

Throw Your Arms Around Me


You might also want to try it with [G] [C][G] [D], which i'm told that DAAS used more

I will [E]come for you at night time [A] I will [E]raise you from your [B]sleep
I will [E]kiss you in four places [A]as I go [E]running along your [B]street
I will [E]squeeze the life out of you [A] You will [E]make me laugh and make me cry [B]
We will [E]never forget it [A]You will [E]make me call your name
And I'll [A]shout it to the blue summer sky [B]

We may [E]never meet [A]again, so [E]shed your skin and let's get [B]started
And you will [E]throw[A] your [E]arms around me [B]
Yeah you will [E]throw[A] your [E]arms around me [B]

I [E]dreamed of you at nighttime[A], and I [E]watched you in your [B]sleep
I [E]met you in high places [A] I touched your [E]head, and touched your [B] feet.
So if you [E]disappear out of [A]view You know that [E] I will never say [B]goodbye
You know I will [E]try to forget it [A]You [E]make me call your name
And I'll [A]shout it to the blue summer [B]sky

We may [E]never meet [A]again, so [E]shed your skin and let's get [B]started
You will [E]throw[A] your [E]arms around me [B]
You will [E]throw[A] your [E]arms around me [B]

Yeah, You will [E]throw[A] your [E]arms around me [B]
You will [E]throw[A] your [E]arms around me [B]
Yeah, you will [E]throw [A]your [E]arms around me [B]
Yeah, you will [E]throw[A] your [E]arms around me