Ana Ng
by They Might Be Giants (from the album "Lincoln")
Submitted by: Bill McGuinness, Rochester NY
              Please e-mail corrections/comments to: mcguinne@cesd.servtech.com
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--Intro:
||: Em    Em Em    Em     Em|C    C    D    D :||

--Verse 1:
Em    Em Em      Em   Em| C    C    D  D
  Make a hole    with a   gun perpendicular
  To the name    of this  town in a desktop globe
E     E  E       E    E | Am   G    C  G
  Exit wound     in    a  for--eign na-tion
D       D   D    D    D | Am   Am      D     D
Showing the home of the   one this was written for

My apartment looks upside down from there      (Same chords as above)
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool, and it never ends

--Chorus:
G   D        C                      D                      G
Ana ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow
Bb Bb        C        D  D
Of each other's majestic presence
G      D        C                     D                      G
Listen Ana hear my words, they're the ones you would think I would say
Bb Bb          C           D  D
If there was a me for you

--Verse 2:
All alone at the sixty-four world's fair
Eighty dolls yelling "small girl after all"
Who was at the DuPont pavillion
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?

Or the time when the storm tangled up the wires
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in back of the edge of hearing
These are the words that the voice was repeating:

Chorus

--Bridge:
C          D              G        D       C               C
When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge
                 D         C          G       C
I don't want the world I just want your half

--Verse 3:
(Third verse, little different from the first...)
Em     Em Em        Em  Em  | C    C     D    D
  They don't need me          here and I know you're there
  Where the world goes        by like the humid air
E      E E          E    E  | Am   G    C    G
  And it sticks     like a    broken    record
D      D     D      D    D  | Am   G    C    G
  Everything sticks like a    broken    record
  Everything sticks un        til it goes  away
D                   Am         D
And the truth is we don't know anything

Chorus
C (Sound effects)   D (Sound effects)
Repeat (and fade)