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Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":823559,"song":"Thanksgiving Day Parade","artist":"Dan Bern","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11597039-thanksgiving-day-parade-chords-by-dan-bern/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/823559?type=chord","rating":0.1864,"votes":0,"content":"Dan Bern - Thanksgiving Day Parade\r\nAlbum: New American Language\r\n\r\nChords:\r\n[ch]C[/ch] - [ch]F[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] - [ch]F[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] - [ch]F[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] x2\r\n[ch]Am[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] - [ch]Am[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] - [ch]C[/ch] [ch]Am[/ch]/B [ch]Am[/ch] - [ch]F[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]C[/ch]\r\n\r\n[intro slow and little guitar]\r\n[C]Everybody was ecstatic\r\n'Bout the [F]light show on the [C]farm\r\nAnd [F]everyone got [C]crazy\r\nAnd [F]nobody got [G]harmed\r\n\r\nAnd the [C]five televisions\r\n[F]Huge upon the [C]stage\r\nHad [F]come to pay their [C]union dues\r\nAnd [F]make a living [G]wage\r\n\r\n[bass enters] And the [Am]bathroom was the [F]clubhouse\r\nWhere the [Am]colors all got [F]made\r\nAnd [C]plans were [C/B]cast in [Am]feathers\r\nFor the [F]Thanksgiving [G]Day Par[C]ade   [drums enter and more guitar enter after Par \r\nbut still quietish]\r\n\r\nAnd the DJ spins his records\r\nFrom here out to the sun\r\nAnd he flings them through a big hole\r\nIn the ozone one by one\r\n- And somewhere beyond Mercury\r\nThe wax begins to melt\r\nAnd we touched a perfect stranger\r\nAnd we loved the way it felt\r\n- And we all hung together\r\nIn our crew cuts and our braids\r\nFloating down Broadway\r\nAbove the Thanksgiving Day Parade\r\n\r\nAnd you and I were discussing Natalie\r\nWhile you poised to thrust above her\r\nAnd I told you how I admire her\r\nAnd will always need to love her\r\nAnd I told you how I lost\r\nMy best friend Mr. Neill\r\nAnd we slowly started dancing\r\nAnd began slowly to heal\r\n- And then we all held hands\r\nAnd no one was afraid\r\nOn our way to sell our sculptures\r\nAt the Thanksgiving Day Parade\r\n\r\nAnd Michelangelo finally came down\r\nAfter four years on the ceiling\r\nHe said he'd lost his funding\r\nAnd the paint had started peeling\r\nAnd he told us that his patron\r\nHis Holiness, the Pope\r\nWas demanding productivity\r\nWith which our friend just couldn't cope\r\n- And he rode off on his skateboard\r\nWith his brushes and his blade\r\nMuttering something 'bout some food\r\nAnd the Thanksgiving Day Parade\r\n\r\nAnd we who were born in one millennium\r\nAnd will die in the next\r\nAre slightly underappreciated\r\nAnd slightly oversexed\r\nAnd as the seconds and the minutes\r\nStart to vanish one by one\r\nI'm watching more cartoons\r\nAs I get my toenails done\r\n- And we went downtown to deliver\r\nTurkeys to people with AIDS\r\nAnd then we headed uptown\r\nTo the Thanksgiving Day Parade\r\n\r\n[slightly picking up]\r\nAnd the music keeps on grinding\r\nAnd the electrophonic crunch\r\nAnd my father's hair is thinning\r\nAnd my mom ate some for lunch\r\n- And you, you were my babysitter\r\nAnd you let me break my tooth\r\nAnd we sit here tied together\r\nIn a bar in the back booth\r\n- And the band is in an uproar\r\nOnly the drum machine's been paid\r\nAnd we'll have to bring OUR OWN TUNES\r\nTo the Thanksgiving Day Parade\r\n\r\n[some banjo but still quiet]\r\nAustralians are the coolest\r\nPeople in the world\r\nLet's all go down under\r\nWith strings of colored pearls\r\nAnd lay them at the feet\r\nOf the heirs of English crime\r\nAnd listen to old Men At Work\r\nAnd have a real good time\r\n- And we DUG until we hit the rocks\r\nThen we THREW away the spade\r\nAnd built a platform to get a better view\r\nOf the Thanksgiving Day Parade\r\n\r\n[more intensity]\r\nAnd I love whoever's next to me\r\nI love them so, so much\r\nThey let me lean against them\r\nLike a beautiful crutch\r\nAnd everyone should come up\r\nOn the stage and grab the mike\r\nAnd tell us one by one\r\nWho they are and what they like\r\n- And the babies are the only ones\r\nTo have lately gotten laid\r\nAnd I'm feeling young and eager\r\nFor the Thanksgiving Day Parade\r\n\r\n[quieter]\r\nAnd you explained to me that without your fans\r\nYou'd be back out on the street\r\nWith nothing but chitlins on your plate\r\nAnd splinters in your feet\r\nAnd if you die, you're gone you said\r\nAnd your friends are left behind\r\nAnd you'll be a statistic\r\nAnd we'll be deaf and blind\r\n- And darkness is a virtue\r\nAnd molasses is not afraid\r\nTo slow DOWN the countdown\r\nTo the Thanksgiving Day Parade\r\n\r\nAnd somewhere in the distance\r\nAn orchestra shows its face\r\nWith Natalie on the oboe\r\nTy on double bass\r\nJohn plays the viola\r\nSlik the tenor sax\r\nJames he blows harmonica\r\nIn vanilla skin-tight slacks\r\nHugo oozes alto sax\r\nIvory the trombone\r\nMasuda squawks the trumpet\r\nAndre xylophone\r\nRon he shreds the violin\r\nIn a green Italian suit\r\nMike talks on the telephone\r\nOn a tape with an endless loop\r\nGeoff he blows the clarinet\r\nWith an old-time rockin' feel\r\nCharlie dings the triangle\r\nDave the glockenspiel\r\nChris puffs on the tuba\r\nH a big bass drum\r\nAlfonso throbs the cello\r\nLike he would a woman, with his thumb\r\nAnd high up on the podium\r\nIn tails with his baton poised\r\nBanksy leads the orchestra\r\nIn a glorious, awful noise\r\nAnd on a float of dripping oil paint\r\nThe orchestra, it played\r\nKISSING THE WHOLE UNIVERSE\r\nIN THE THANKSGIVING DAY PARADE\r\n\r\n[quieter - building]\r\nAnd life is like a fairy tale\r\nEvery step feels like a dream\r\nThat keeps on getting nearer\r\nAnd more and more extreme\r\n- And we just got switched with Venus\r\nAnd we're closer to the sun\r\nAnd I got no problem with it\r\nNor should [cresendo to end] anyone\r\nAnd the cops just blew on in here\r\nAnd we're in some kind of raid\r\nI just hope they will release us\r\nFor the Thanksgiving Day Parade","plain_text":"Dan Bern - Thanksgiving Day Parade\nAlbum: New American Language\n\nChords:\nC - F C - F C - F G x2\nAm F - Am F - C Am/B Am - F G C\n\n[intro slow and little guitar]\n[C]Everybody was ecstatic\n'Bout the [F]light show on the [C]farm\nAnd [F]everyone got [C]crazy\nAnd [F]nobody got [G]harmed\n\nAnd the [C]five televisions\n[F]Huge upon the [C]stage\nHad [F]come to pay their [C]union dues\nAnd [F]make a living [G]wage\n\n[bass enters] And the [Am]bathroom was the [F]clubhouse\nWhere the [Am]colors all got [F]made\nAnd [C]plans were [C/B]cast in [Am]feathers\nFor the [F]Thanksgiving [G]Day Par[C]ade   [drums enter and more guitar enter after Par \nbut still quietish]\n\nAnd the DJ spins his records\nFrom here out to the sun\nAnd he flings them through a big hole\nIn the ozone one by one\n- And somewhere beyond Mercury\nThe wax begins to melt\nAnd we touched a perfect stranger\nAnd we loved the way it felt\n- And we all hung together\nIn our crew cuts and our braids\nFloating down Broadway\nAbove the Thanksgiving Day Parade\n\nAnd you and I were discussing Natalie\nWhile you poised to thrust above her\nAnd I told you how I admire her\nAnd will always need to love her\nAnd I told you how I lost\nMy best friend Mr. Neill\nAnd we slowly started dancing\nAnd began slowly to heal\n- And then we all held hands\nAnd no one was afraid\nOn our way to sell our sculptures\nAt the Thanksgiving Day Parade\n\nAnd Michelangelo finally came down\nAfter four years on the ceiling\nHe said he'd lost his funding\nAnd the paint had started peeling\nAnd he told us that his patron\nHis Holiness, the Pope\nWas demanding productivity\nWith which our friend just couldn't cope\n- And he rode off on his skateboard\nWith his brushes and his blade\nMuttering something 'bout some food\nAnd the Thanksgiving Day Parade\n\nAnd we who were born in one millennium\nAnd will die in the next\nAre slightly underappreciated\nAnd slightly oversexed\nAnd as the seconds and the minutes\nStart to vanish one by one\nI'm watching more cartoons\nAs I get my toenails done\n- And we went downtown to deliver\nTurkeys to people with AIDS\nAnd then we headed uptown\nTo the Thanksgiving Day Parade\n\n[slightly picking up]\nAnd the music keeps on grinding\nAnd the electrophonic crunch\nAnd my father's hair is thinning\nAnd my mom ate some for lunch\n- And you, you were my babysitter\nAnd you let me break my tooth\nAnd we sit here tied together\nIn a bar in the back booth\n- And the band is in an uproar\nOnly the drum machine's been paid\nAnd we'll have to bring OUR OWN TUNES\nTo the Thanksgiving Day Parade\n\n[some banjo but still quiet]\nAustralians are the coolest\nPeople in the world\nLet's all go down under\nWith strings of colored pearls\nAnd lay them at the feet\nOf the heirs of English crime\nAnd listen to old Men At Work\nAnd have a real good time\n- And we DUG until we hit the rocks\nThen we THREW away the spade\nAnd built a platform to get a better view\nOf the Thanksgiving Day Parade\n\n[more intensity]\nAnd I love whoever's next to me\nI love them so, so much\nThey let me lean against them\nLike a beautiful crutch\nAnd everyone should come up\nOn the stage and grab the mike\nAnd tell us one by one\nWho they are and what they like\n- And the babies are the only ones\nTo have lately gotten laid\nAnd I'm feeling young and eager\nFor the Thanksgiving Day Parade\n\n[quieter]\nAnd you explained to me that without your fans\nYou'd be back out on the street\nWith nothing but chitlins on your plate\nAnd splinters in your feet\nAnd if you die, you're gone you said\nAnd your friends are left behind\nAnd you'll be a statistic\nAnd we'll be deaf and blind\n- And darkness is a virtue\nAnd molasses is not afraid\nTo slow DOWN the countdown\nTo the Thanksgiving Day Parade\n\nAnd somewhere in the distance\nAn orchestra shows its face\nWith Natalie on the oboe\nTy on double bass\nJohn plays the viola\nSlik the tenor sax\nJames he blows harmonica\nIn vanilla skin-tight slacks\nHugo oozes alto sax\nIvory the trombone\nMasuda squawks the trumpet\nAndre xylophone\nRon he shreds the violin\nIn a green Italian suit\nMike talks on the telephone\nOn a tape with an endless loop\nGeoff he blows the clarinet\nWith an old-time rockin' feel\nCharlie dings the triangle\nDave the glockenspiel\nChris puffs on the tuba\nH a big bass drum\nAlfonso throbs the cello\nLike he would a woman, with his thumb\nAnd high up on the podium\nIn tails with his baton poised\nBanksy leads the orchestra\nIn a glorious, awful noise\nAnd on a float of dripping oil paint\nThe orchestra, it played\nKISSING THE WHOLE UNIVERSE\nIN THE THANKSGIVING DAY PARADE\n\n[quieter - building]\nAnd life is like a fairy tale\nEvery step feels like a dream\nThat keeps on getting nearer\nAnd more and more extreme\n- And we just got switched with Venus\nAnd we're closer to the sun\nAnd I got no problem with it\nNor should [cresendo to end] anyone\nAnd the cops just blew on in here\nAnd we're in some kind of raid\nI just hope they will release us\nFor the Thanksgiving Day Parade","chords":["C","F","G","Am","B","C/B"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}