Technicolor Tabulatur von Mary Mary Quite Contrary (für Baryton)

# [Intro]
Dm      Bb      C      C


F        A        Dm
Tuesday night is alive 
          Bb
Treading glory-be 
F                A
From the golden ticket booth and
Dm       Bb
To, the toll road 
F            A              Dm
Somethings growing in the air, 
    Bb                     F
On top of tired slang, 
          A                        Dm
And this wasteland sings with, 
          Bb           C
Little integrity, 
       C           Bb            F
Hustle follows the weight of the bodies, 
      C
Whoa-o, 
              C     Bb                F
With arms and legs, swinging for the shore, 
        C
Whoa-o 
       C
To be something more 
     Bb           F
To feel something more 
          C
Than this trouble 
          C               C
But it's got us cornered still 
Bb         F            C
I dream in color, Technicolor 
Bb         F           C
I dream in color, watercolor 
Bb         F            C
I dream in color, every color 
             Bb         F      C
And God, I pray, don't let me wake 
           Bb       F       C
And God, I pray
      Bb             F
Don't let me spend another minute 
C                       Bb      F     C
In this fucking place 
F        A
Touch me as I sit 
       Dm             Bb
On the ledge of the cathedral 
        F              A 
That we shouldn't even talk about, 
Dm          Bb
Touching at all, 
F          A              Dm
Bust every painted window out, 
    Bb          F
And pray to God 
        A               Dm      Bb
That he gets his wake-up, call 
C                   Bb            F
Walk the streets in silence after dark, 

Whoa-o, 
C
Hold hands with ghosts 
          Bb             F
And dance underneath the stars, 

Whoa-o 
C                     Bb            F
Oh, how I tried, to surrender up my heart 
  C
To more than just this trouble but it's got me cornered still 
       Bb
Whoa-o-o
           F            C
I dream in color, Technicolor 
Bb         F           C
I dream in color, watercolor 
Bb         F            C
I dream in color, every color 
            Bb         F      C
And God, I pray, don't let me wake 
           Bb
And God, I pray 
             F             C
Don't let me spend another moment in this
Bb   F    C
   Place 
   Bb   F   C
This place


# [Bridge]
Dm x8


Dm
This is what I left you for 
Dm
Not for a bed and not for the silence 
Dm
Not for the hardwood floors 
Dm
Not for a connection or to make a good impression 
Dm
Not so I can settle the score
Dm
Or be another dying breed in a big city 
    Bb            C             Dm
But for a disconnection of the good in me 
Bb           C               Dm
For a disconnection of the good in me
Bb           C         Dm
For a disconnection in me
Bb         F            C
I dream in color, Technicolor, 
Bb         F           C
I dream in color, watercolor 
Bb         F            C
I dream in color, every color
            Bb         F      C
And God, I pray, don't let me wake,
          Bb                F                C
And God I pray don't let me see the light of day 
      Bb    F    C
God I pray-ay-ay 
    Bb              C           Dm
and I will ship you fingernails bitten off then bottled 
   Bb          C     Dm       
To let you know that I am still alive