David Bowie - The Bewlay Brothers
Album: Hunky Dory
Written by David Bowie

Transcribed by Jon Malmin (jogusmal@hotmail.com)
Tuning: Standard E

Verse chords are the same all the time: D D Em A (or A7)

And so the story goes they wore the clothes
They said the things to make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie like they hope it was
And the Goodmen Tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of Brawn were nicer shorn
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep to our latent fuss
Sighing, the swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the sun

           Bm (x24432@1)           
The Bewlay Brothers
           AIn (x02220@1)our Wings that Bark
           GFlashing (320003@1)teeth of Brass
            F#Standing (244322@1)tall in the dark
                Asus2Oh, (x02200@1)And we were Gone
                       GHanging (320003@1)out with your Dwarf Men
                  EmWe (022000@1)were so turned on
                   CBy (x32010@1)your lack of conclusions

I was Stone and he was Wax
So he could scream, and still relax, unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old and dust would flow
Thru our veins and Lo! it was midnight
Back at the kitchen door
Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote
Cannot be found today
And it was Stalking time for the Moonboys

            BmThe (x24432@1)Bewlay Brothers
            AWith (x02220@1)our backs on the arch
          GIn (320003@1)the Devil-may-be-here
              F#But (244322@1)He can't sing about that
                Asus2Oh, (x02200@1)And we were Gone
           GReal (320003@1)Cool Traders
                  EmWe (022000@1)were so Turned On
                     CYou (x32010@1)thought we were Fakers

Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
The Factor Max that proved the fact
Is melted down
And woven on the edging of my pillow
Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks
He could be dead, He could be not
He could be You
He's Chameleon, Comedian, Corinthian and Caricature
Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky
The Bewlay Brothers
In the feeble and the Bad
          BmBewlay (x24432@1)Brothers
        AIn (x02220@1)the Blessed and Cold
         GIn (320003@1)the Crutch-hungry Dark
              F#Was (244322@1)where we flayed our Mark
                 Asus2Oh, (x02200@1)and we were Gone
           GKings (320003@1)of Oblivion
                  EmWe (022000@1)were so Turned On
                  CIn (x32010@1)the Mind-Warp Pavilion

Bm (x24432@1)              C (x32010@1)
Lay me place and bake me pie
      F (133211@1)            BmI'm (x24432@1)starving for me Gravy
Bm (x24432@1)                 C (x32010@1)
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
   F (133211@1)             BmI (x24432@1)might just slip away, hey
              FJust (133211@1)for the Day, Hey!
                  BmHey, (x24432@1)Please come Away, Hey! 
              FJust (133211@1)for the Day
             BmPlease (x24432@1)come away...