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From: "Elizabeth B. Myers" <ebmyers@mailbox.syr.edu>
Subject: Chords--Brian Wilson: Barenaked Ladies (fwd)
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Greetings. This is my first contribution to this archive. I hope someone 
finds it useful. Anyone else who's interested in bands like BNL, Crash 
Test Dummies, Possum Dixon, or the like and wants to exchange musical 
knowledge, please contact me.


Brian Wilson (CAPO ON 3RD FRET)

G     D               Am7                     G
Drove downtown in the rain, 9:30 on a Tuesday night
        D                        Bm7    Am7
Just to check out the late night record shop
G         D                   Am7
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane
G               D                    Bm7  Am7
But when I'm surrounded I just can't stah-op

(This progression continues throughout the slow intro)

It's a matter of instinct, it's a matter of conditioning, a matter of fact
You can call me Pavlov's dog
Ring a bell and I'll salivate, well how'd you like that 
Dr. Landy tell me you're not just a pedagogue, 'cause right now I'm


CHORUS:
G        D             Am7           
Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
         G         D                   Em         Em/C     Em/C#    Em/C
Well I'm, lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did



(Progression for the verse is the same as intro. Just listen to the song 
to get the proper rythym and tempo)


Well I'm lying here, just staring at the ceiling tiles
And I'm thinking about, whoa what to think about
Just listening and relistening to smiley smile
And I'm wondering if this is some kind of creative doubt, because I'm

CHORUS

Am7              D               F            Em
And if you wanna find me I'll be   out in the sandbox
Am7            D                      G        F      Am7
Just wondering where the hell all the love has gah-ah-ahn
              D                F              Em             Am7
Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun, whoa-whoa-oh-oh
    D                 G
And singing fun, fun, fun


CHORUS

Am    E7    Am               E7            Am
    I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds
    E7                Am      E7                              Am
And though I was very heavy I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground

(Pick up the rythym at this point)
  E7             Am               E7
I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground
Am                E7
Somebody help me (I couldn't see the ground)
Am                E7
Somebody help me (I couldn't see the ground)
Am                E7
Somebody help meeeeee, because I'm


CHORUS

(With lots of angst, repeat intro)

G     D                      Am7                    G
Drove downtown in the ray-ee-ain, 9:30 on a Tuesday night
        D                        Bm7    Am7                     G
Just to check out the late night record shop (late night record shop)
          D                   Am7
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, or call it insane (whoa-oh)
G                  D                    Bm7        Cmaj7
'Cause when I'm surrounded I just can't stah-ah-ah-p


The outro is a Secret Agent Man sort of thingy based in Em that goes as 
follows:

Em  Em/C  Em/C#   Em/C  

Do this a few times, then just go wild on the Em.
If you've got a bongo playing comrade, this can really sound great.







Happy playing!!
Liz Myers