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==Lyrics==
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Indicia

  • written: late 1980s
  • recorded: Carrington Ave., Providence, 1988 or 1989
  • download: <get name=download-links />

Notes

The words came first. The last bit (about the rodents) always makes me think about my friend Hilary, so I always say I wrote it about her before I met her. Dave Fawcett played the real drums (the crash cymbal comes through the most clearly); I played and sang (I use the terms lightly) everything else.

I need to post a picture of the guitar I played when recording this. It's an absolutely horrible-looking beast that's almost impossible to play, but something about the way it sounded -- kind of punchy and resonant -- made this song happen. I started playing chords on it, and then I realized that these words went with the rhythm, and suddenly there was a song.

Lyrics

intro

YoaRF lyrics.png
Em . D . Am . C D
Em . D . Am . C D

verse 1

Em . D . Am . C D And so I filled my nose with toothpaste
Em . D . A . . . And I proceeded to partake
Am . G . D . . . Of your ridiculous iguana
Dm . C G Am . B7 . For all the difference it would make

verse 2

Em . D . Am . C D You could not know about my toadstools
Em . D . A . . . And all the luxury therein
Am . G . D . . . I never made you pay attention
Dm . C G Am . G . And so you wandered out again

interlude

Dm . F G Am . G .
Dm . F G Am . B7 .

verse 3

Em . D . Am . C D You wasted all my extra placemats
Em . D . A . . . It did not mean a thing to me
Am . G . D . . . You did not notice after zero
Dm . C G Am . B7 . Because of your philosophy

verse 4

Em . D . Am . C D There were no holes in my begonia
Em . D . A . . . We couldn't find a single one
Am . G . D . . . You took your bags into the jungle
Dm . C G Am . B7 . And pretty soon it had begun

verse 5

Em . D . Am . C D I couldn't smell the way you pondered
Em . D . A . . . Upon your rusty mandolin
Am . G . D . . . You should have known it wasn't easy
Dm . C G Am . G . You're playing chess with Gunga Din

solo

Dm . F G Am . G .
Dm . F G Am . G .
Dm . F G Am . G .
Dm . F G Am . B7 .

verse 6

Em . D . Am . C D I took my bat back to the garage
Em . D . A . . . Where it had been the night before
Am . G . D . . . And was it you who took my poncho
Dm . C G Am . B7 . And left it on the bedroom door

verse 7

Em . D . Am . C D So let me answer this distraction
Em . D . A . . . I cannot think what it could be
Am . G . D . . . I often think about your rodents
Dm . C G Am Would you have done the same for me

outro

(hold Am for 8 beats)

Em . D . Am . C D
Em . D . Am . C D
Em