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Subject: 1/10000_maniacs/everyone_a_puzzle_lover.crd
Date: Sun, 15 Jun 1997 18:39:28 -0500 
From: dennis.shoff@kvnet.org

Everyone A Puzzle Lover
by 10,000 maniacs
transcribed by Amy Shoff

(played during C/Em part):

e -----------12-----12----------------------12-----12
B--13--13----13------13--13--12--12-----12-----12   (repeat)

C                      Em
Why are some men born
With minds that earn degrees
The loving cups, gilded plaques
Grace their study walls, hide the cracks while their

Dm              G              C
Genius is turned to works of tyranny, then
Off to market to market, go selling these
With words so fiery and persuasive, they steal cunningly
Riches no one can exceed

C                            Em
And why are some men born with
A fate of poverty
One firm bed for a swollen back
Year by year the bodies wracked while their

Dm           G          C
Obiedience is had with gradual defeat
By the pace, by the pace and the urgency
Through a muddled thought they phase it
God knows we're decieved, barter for what they need

F                             G
And where they go disdain and jeering
For fools to call the noble peasantry, o how it puzzles

C         Em/C/Em
me

C                  Em
I pressed flat the accordion pleats that had
Gathered in his cotton sleeves while he
Thumbed, yes, thumbed, i wouldn't say caressed
The final piece     a mountain's crest
Soon to reply   assuredly

Dm          G                      C
For a man aged ninety years no words to waste on sermons
He'd be pleased  to answer        short and sincere

F                                   G
Girl, there's a nonsense in all these heaven measures
It's a heathen creed so your grandma says, but better to live by, drink
it all before it's

C     Em/C/Em
dry

C                            Em
He ended there with a rattle, cough, cough
I took away the long gone cold coffee cup
C/Em/C/Em
As a trail of Camel ashes
Fell on the floor

end (sort of):

e  -----------12--12--12--12-------------12--12--12--12--12
B 13--13--13--13--13--13--12--12--12--12--12--12--13
(there's more stuff going on during the verses, but i don't know
what...so...make something up...)