Tom Waits--Dirt in the Ground (written by T. Waits and Kathleen Brennan) from Bone Machine--1992
Verse 1:
What does it matter, a dream of love
Or a dream of lies
We're all gonna be the same place
When we die
Your spirit don't leave knowing
Your face or your name
And the wind through your bones
Is all that remains
And we're all gonna be... (4 times) Fm (sung only) Just dirt in the ground
Verse 2:
The quill from a buzzard
The blood writes the word
I want to know am I the sky
or the bird
'Cause hell is boiling over
And heaven is full
We're chained to the world
And we all gotta pull
And we're all gonna be... (4 times)
...Just dirt in the ground
Verse 3:
Now the killer was smiling
With nerves made of stone
He climbed the stairs
And the gallows groaned
And the people's hearts were pounding
They were throbbing, they were red
As he swung out over the crowd
I heard the hangman said
We're all gonna be... (4 times)
Just dirt in the ground
Verse 4:
Now Cain slew Abel
He killed him with a stone
The sky cracked open
And the thunder groaned
Along a river of flesh
Can these dry bones live?
Ask a king or a beggar
And the answer they'll give
Is we're all gonna be... (4 times)
We're all gonna be just
Jeff Henscheid
DIRT IN THE GROUND (1992, Waits, Brennan)
What does it matter? A dream of love or a dream of lies? F# (sustain) C# thingee D# We're all gonna be the same place when we die.
Your spirit don't leave knowing your face or your name, F# (sustain) C# thingee D# And the wind through your bones is all that remains, and
We're all gonna be... (embellish with sparse and groovy guitar licks according to your listening pleasure) ...We're all gonna be just dirt in the ground.
The quill from a buzzard, blood writes the word, I want to know am I the sky or a bird, 'Cause hell is boilin' over, and heaven is full, We're chained to the world and we've all gotta pull. And we're all gonna be...just dirt in the ground.
Now the killer was smiling, with nerves made of stone; He climbed the stairs and the gallows groaned; And the people's hearts were pounding, they were throbbing they were red, As he swung over the crowd I heard the hangman said We're all gonna be ...just dirt in the ground.
Now Cain slew Abel, he killed him with a stone; The sky cracked open and the thunder groaned; Along a river of flesh can these dry bones live? Ask a king or a beggar and the answer they'll give Is we're all gonna be...just dirt in the ground.