Rasputina

In Old Yellowcake Ukulele Chords

Am                  F
Smoke rises from an ice factory on the edge, 
C                                     G
On the edge of a city that exists in perpetual gloom.
   Am                                 F                  
I snatch a note from the basket of a passing bicycle. 
         C                             
It says “Go to the flour factory.
                   G                 
There’s something waiting there for you.�


          D                   F
Under the window, covered by curtains, 
     C                        G
all lacy and splattered with blood, 
         Am                        F
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves, 
                    C                                    G
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves.


Am                                  F
Underneath the staircase there’s a mast which flies a flag. 
         C                             G
Despite dankness beyond imagining, it floats on to a higher hole. 
     Am                                         
In tunnels gouged beneath the basement room are, unmistakably, 
C                               G
sets of bloody handprints on a crumbling wall.


Am             F                C          G
Oh, won’t you be there with me for it tonight? 
Am                  F                   C                    G
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake, 
Am             F                   C                G
where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight, 
Am                    F                      C                G
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?


Am                     F     
Inside of a room is a cage, is a cage. 
        C                   G
It’s made out of chain and glass. 
             Am                 F                C               G
It’s about forty feet high and three feet wide, it was built to last. 
Am               F                                         C            G
It’s against a brick wall in an old muddy corner of a basement tunnel room. 
           Am                     F                       C     
There’s a man in the cage in the old muddy corner. He’s asleep but he’ll wake
     G
up soon.

            D                  F
Under the window, covered by curtains, 
     C                         G
all lacy and splattered with blood, 
         Am                         F
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves, 
                    C                                     G
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves.

Am             F                C         G                   
Oh, won’t you be there with me for it tonight? 
Am                   F                   C                   G
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake, 
Am             F                    C                G
where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight, 
Am                     F                     C              G
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?