Julian The Onion
Julian the Onion Ten Stories (b-side) mewithoutYou Tabbed by Matt Giesmann ================================================================================ Notes: The entire song repeats Am Dm / Am Em Am I've skipped the interlude with the solo. For playing acoustically, I just linger on Am between sections 's indicate speaker and are not sung ================================================================================ Am Dm Logger Days, savannah, the menagerie packed its trains Am Em Am Left Bitter Root, Montana for those old Nebraska plains Am Dm Ticket sales were suffering now, with half the animals gone Am Em Am But the circus kept its course somehow and the show continued on Am Dm Pitched their tents in Battle Creek on a makeshift flatbed stage Am Em Am With a draytop shotgun rhino's peak and a black wrought iron cage Am Dm The barker sprung to action as the band began to play Am Em Am To introduce the new attraction who they'd picked up on the way Am Dm Julian, Julian Am Em Am Julian the Onion who they'd picked up on the way Am Dm [BARKER:] "Cleanse your minds and palates, as I seldom mince my words Am Em Am This poor boy's a walking shallot; yes, it's shocking as you've heard! Am Dm From his lonesome, yellow childhood, so fantastically deformed Am Em Am He was battered by his classmates and sauteed like bantam corn Am Dm 'Red Vidalias!' 'Valley Sweets!' for twelve long, rotten years Am Em Am If he so much as skinned his knee, the entire schoolhouse moved to tears Am Dm We found him where he'd sprouted, plotting a garden coup d'etat Am Em Am In a carrot stick and celery stalk manage-a-mirepoix Am Dm Now, feast your caramel eyes on the most savory sight in town!" Am Em Am All his joking well-evoking peals of laughter from the crowd Am Dm But Julian, Julian Am Em Am Julian the Onion was not laughing with the crowd Am Dm His jaundiced face was trembling, beads of sweat began to fall Am Em Am Down his oblong gooseback forehead to his snuffed-out lantern jaw Am Dm His cut-shoot sprig of hair disheveled, tiny fists impearled Am Em Am [JULIAN:] "No I am not this misshaped body, and I'm not long for this world Am Dm Wooden dimes and quiet fears, come curl your lips at me Am Em Am But all perceptions are as mirrors, it's your own reflections that you see Am Dm So hide behind your laughs a while, look handsome though you may Am Em Am Oh, do enjoy that saccharine smile, as there comes for you a day"