The Mountain Goats are an American band formed in Claremont, California, by singer-songwriter John Darnielle. The band is currently based in Durham, North Carolina. For many years, the sole member of the Mountain Goats was Darnielle, despite the plural moniker. The Mountain Goats are, for all practical purposes, the endlessly clever and prolific John Darnielle and whatever musicians he surrounds himself with, which means that while the soundscape may change from project to project
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Date: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 23:16:55 -0500 (EST) From: Bobby Tendinitis Subject: CRD: chanson_du_bon_chose.crd by The Mountain Goats
Song: "Chanson du Bon Chose" Artist: The Mountain Goats Album: "Nine Black Poppies" (Emperor Jones, 1996) Tabbed by: Bobby Tendinitis ([email protected], [email protected])
Standard Tuning: EADGBE. For best results, use acoustic guitar.
EF Saw the sycamore underneath the moon
AmC I was waiting for something, and you were sleeping
D out there in the living room
EF and it was 5:16 AM the air was sharp and cool
AmCD and I wondered where you buried our dark little jewel
Chorus:
GD and the heat (flies?) in the room
CD I am digging graves, I am digging graves
GD and the water boiling on the stove
CD I am digging graves, I am digg-ing graves
[back to first pattern]
So I held you close to me I saw the shadows start to gather outside beneath the sycamore tree and something was changing there was something here entirely new first thing into blossom inside of us both with the sun coming up and me holding onto you
[to chorus pattern]
and your body breath(ing) on mine i am digging graves, i am digging graves and your hands fly thru my hair i am digging graves, i am digging graves