Biography:
Withered Hand is Scottish indie-rock musician Dan Willson (born 1974) based in Edinburgh.
Withered Hand is closely associated with fellow Edinburgh residents Enfant Bastard and Meursault and the creative DIY movement known as the Fence Collective. Withered Hand collaborated with King Creosote for his second EP, on Fence Records, and then released an acclaimed debut album Good News, produced by Kramer (Low, Daniel Johnston, Galaxie 500) on SL Records in September 2009, and subsequently on his own imprint Brother & Dad.
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Simply listen to the song to get your timings right. There are a few offbeats and
dropped lyrics but the pattern is very similar throughout. I've tabbed everything
required for you to get it down pat after a couple tries. Really pump out some
melancholy when you play it as well. Enjoy.
Capo 5th
D
There's a crack
G G/C
In the handle of a coronation cup
G/C
That I once brought back
D G
From the study trip in Athens
G/C
Where we plaited my hair
G/C
And I put eyeliner on
D G
Until they stopped in the street
G/C
And pointed at me
G/C
and i felt ugly pride
D G G/C
For the first time in my life
D
There's a warm, warm rain
G
Upon the hotel balcony
G/C
Where we looked out upon
a darkening sea and the
D G G/C
light And the light upon the mediterranean
G/C
Burned like candles in the memory
D G G/C
Of all the things that we mislaid on the way here
D G G/C
Why did Nirvana ever bother to play here?
G/C
Hey there, I don't want to stay here
G D
I decree there is a higher plane
D G/C G
Some place of little consequence
G D
That I might see your face again
D G/C G
before the living and the dead
G/C D G
Are reunited
And this town,
this town is killing me now
I can't believe I waited so long
From the shopping trolleys on the riverbed
To the sound of the bass binss booming
Can I see your face in this acid light
Of another suburban evening
As I roll my eyes up to these dirty skies
Till I count the days till I am leavin
I decree there is a higher plane
Some place of little consequence
That I might see your face again
before the living and the dead
Are reunited
What is love?
What is love in the time of ecstasy
And bare-knuckle fighting?
Lord, won't you deliver me from the wave machine
And the transparent bikini
Like isn't there some skeleton on me
I should find that I might vanquish thee,
Wont you listen to me, your unfaithful servant
of filthy, fucking language
I decree there is a higher plane
Some place of little consequence
That I might see your face again
before the living and the dead
Are reunited
What is love
What is love in the time of ecstasy
And bareknuckle fighting
Don't tell me that he died for that
Councillor forgive me for I
Knew not what I vandalised
Don't tell me that he died for that
Take me down to the Paradise club
Where the girls are drunk and oversized
DOn't tell me that he died for that
There's a crack in the handle of a coronation cup
That I once brought back
I decree there is a higher plane
Some place of little consequence
dropped lyrics but the pattern is very similar throughout. I've tabbed everything
required for you to get it down pat after a couple tries. Really pump out some
melancholy when you play it as well. Enjoy.
Capo 5th
D
There's a crack
G G/C
In the handle of a coronation cup
G/C
That I once brought back
D G
From the study trip in Athens
G/C
Where we plaited my hair
G/C
And I put eyeliner on
D G
Until they stopped in the street
G/C
And pointed at me
G/C
and i felt ugly pride
D G G/C
For the first time in my life
D
There's a warm, warm rain
G
Upon the hotel balcony
G/C
Where we looked out upon
a darkening sea and the
D G G/C
light And the light upon the mediterranean
G/C
Burned like candles in the memory
D G G/C
Of all the things that we mislaid on the way here
D G G/C
Why did Nirvana ever bother to play here?
G/C
Hey there, I don't want to stay here
G D
I decree there is a higher plane
D G/C G
Some place of little consequence
G D
That I might see your face again
D G/C G
before the living and the dead
G/C D G
Are reunited
And this town,
this town is killing me now
I can't believe I waited so long
From the shopping trolleys on the riverbed
To the sound of the bass binss booming
Can I see your face in this acid light
Of another suburban evening
As I roll my eyes up to these dirty skies
Till I count the days till I am leavin
I decree there is a higher plane
Some place of little consequence
That I might see your face again
before the living and the dead
Are reunited
What is love?
What is love in the time of ecstasy
And bare-knuckle fighting?
Lord, won't you deliver me from the wave machine
And the transparent bikini
Like isn't there some skeleton on me
I should find that I might vanquish thee,
Wont you listen to me, your unfaithful servant
of filthy, fucking language
I decree there is a higher plane
Some place of little consequence
That I might see your face again
before the living and the dead
Are reunited
What is love
What is love in the time of ecstasy
And bareknuckle fighting
Don't tell me that he died for that
Councillor forgive me for I
Knew not what I vandalised
Don't tell me that he died for that
Take me down to the Paradise club
Where the girls are drunk and oversized
DOn't tell me that he died for that
There's a crack in the handle of a coronation cup
That I once brought back
I decree there is a higher plane
Some place of little consequence
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