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Mrs Potter's Lullaby

Capo 1st (all chords relative to capo)

All verses and choruses are the same

G: 320033
Cadd9: 032033
Dsus4: 000233
Em7: 022033

Intro: G G Cadd9 Dsus4

[G] Well I woke up in mid—afternoon cause that's when it [Cadd9] all hurts
the [Dsus4] most
[G] I dream I never know anyone at the party [Cadd9] and I'm always the
[Dsus4] host
[Em7] If dreams are like movies, then [Cadd9] memories are films about
ghosts [G]
You can [Dsus4] never escape, you can [Cadd9] only move south down the coast
[G]

[G]Hey, [Dsus4]Mrs [Cadd9] Potter, don't [Dsus4] cry
Hey, Mrs Potter I don't know why but
Hey, Mrs Potter won't you talk to me




2. Mrs. Potter's Lullaby

intro:

A Asus4 Asus4, A Asus2 Asus2
(play 4 times)

like this:
e———————————————————————|
b———2———3—3————2———0—0——|
g———2———2—2————2———2—2——|
D———2———2—2————2———2—2——|
A—0———0——————0———0——————|
E———————————————————————|
this is Riff A. It's played pretty much every other measure in all the
verses. The A's in the verses are usually the riff above, in fact, but a
simple A chord will do the job.


VERSE:


A                            D                       E
Well I woke up in mid—afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most

then Riff A twice

A                                   D             E
I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host

then Riff A twice

C#m                               D
If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts

then Riff A twice

A                             D
You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast

then Riff A twice

all the rest of the verses follow that same pattern.

      Well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame
      I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame
      If you've never stared off in the distance, then your life is a
shame
      And though I'll never forget your face,
      sometimes I can't remember my name


CHORUS:

C#m  D    A        E
Hey  Mrs. Potter don't cry

C#m  D    A          E
Hey  Mrs. Potter I know why but

C#m  D    A
Hey  Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me


(then, of course, back to Riff A and the verse chords again.)


      Well, there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing
      And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
      And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell
to ring
      And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything
      Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said
      And the ghosts of the tilt—a—whirl will linger inside of your head
      And the ferris wheel junkies will spin them forever instead
      When I see you a blanket of stars covers me in bed
      Hey Mrs. Potter don't go
      Hey Mrs. Potter I don't know but
      Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
      All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep
      And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep
      All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep
      Hey I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me
sleep
      So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams
      It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet
stream
      Well, I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you
seem
      But I'd sure like to find out
      So why don't you climb down off that movie screen
      Hey Mrs. Potter don't turn
      Hey Mrs. Potter I burn for you
      Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
      When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor
      and orders another
      Well, I wonder what he did that for
      That's when I know that I have to get out cause I have been there
before
      So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door
      We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of
stars
      We stand up at the Palace like it's the last of the great
Pioneertown bars
      We shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars
      You can see a million miles tonight
      But you can't get very far
      Hey Mrs. Potter I won't touch and
      Hey Mrs. Potter it's not much but
      Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me