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Mighty Like A Rose


    1. The Other Side Of Summer
    2. Hurry Down Doomsday (The Bugs Are Taking Over)
    3. How To Be Dumb
    4. All Grown Up
    5. Invasion Hit Parade
    6. Harpies Bizarre
    7. After The Fall
    8. Georgie And Her Rival
    9. So Like Candy
    10. Interlude: Couldn't Call It Unexpected No. 2 (instrumental)
    11. Playboy To A Man
    12. Sweet Pear
    13. Broken
    14. Couldn't Call It Unexpected No. 4

The Other Side Of Summer

By Paul Tibbetts (ptibbett@ici.net) and Mike Hernandez (LPSTD@aol.com)

G     (320003)
Em    (022000)
Am    (x02210)
C     (x32010)
Cm    (x35543)
D     (xx0232)
F     (133211)
Cm/Eb (x6554x)
Dm    (xx0231)
Bb    (x13331)
A7    (x02020)

(anything listed in parentheses is played as single notes)

Bass Intro:

4/4                3/4
  , . , . , . , .   , . , . , .
|-----------------|-------------|
|-0-----0---0-----|-------------|
|---------------2-|---0---------|
|-----------------|-------3-----|

4/4

    G
The sun struggles up another beautiful day
           Em         Am
And I felt glad in my own suspicious way
G           C           G           Cm
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
G                 Em             Am
Despite the contradiction and confusion
     D              C
Felt tragic without reason
                           D
There's malice and there's magic in every season


CHORUS
G                F               Em        Cm/Eb
>From the foaming breakers of the poisonous surf
    G     Em      Am D
The other side of Summer
G              F              Em       Cm/Eb
To the burning forests in the hills of Astroturf
    G     D       Am G
The other side of Summer

G D Am G

              Dm                         Bb               A7
The automatic gates close up between the shanties and the palace
    Dm                        Bb     A7
The blowtorch amusements, the voodoo chalice
    Dm                          Bb        A7
The pale pathetic promises that everybody swallows
  Dm              A7              Dm             (B C  B    A  D)   D
A teenage girl is crying 'cos she don't look like a million dollars
  (B    C   B  A   D)  D
So help her if you can
(B   C   B     A    D) D
'Cos she don't seem to have the attention span


CHORUS

                Dm             Bb         A7
Was it a millionaire who said "imagine no possessions"?
  Dm                              Bb               A7
A poor little schoolboy who said "we don't need no lessons"?
    Dm                  Bb               A7
The rabid rebel dogs ransack the shampoo shop
    Dm              A7       Dm
The pop princess is downtown shooting up
(B  C  B    A  D)  D
And if that goddess
(B C   B   A  D)  D
is fit for burning
(B  C   B    A    D)  D
The sun will struggle up the world will still keep turning

G
Madman standing by the side of the road saying
                  Em               Am
"Look at my eyes, look at my eyes, look at my eyes, look at my eyes"
G           C           G           Cm
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
G               Em           Am                 D               C
Now you can't afford to fake all the drugs your parents used to take
                    D
Because of their mistakes you'd better be wide awake


CHORUS

    G         F
The mightiest rose
    Em         Cm/Eb
The absence of perfume
    G      Em
The casual killers
    Am       D
The military curfew
    G         F
The cardboard city
       Em       Cm/Eb
And an unwanted birthday
    G     Em      Am G
The other side of summer
    G           F                 Em        Cm/Eb
The dancing was desperate and the music was worse
     G         Em         Am         D
They bury your dreams and dig up the worthless
    G          F
Goodnight, God bless
          Em              Cm/Eb
And kiss "goodbye" to the earth
    G     Em      Am G
The other side of summer

(repeat last line)

How To Be Dumb

from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany
e-mail: Christian_Korbanka@msn.com
lyrics and chords of: How To Be Dumb by Elvis Costello 

Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!
date: 95/10/15



G
I was hell-bent on destroying my powers of concentration
  D
While you were living like a saint
G
And all the time the very one you trusted
      Em                         Bm
Was washing off somebody else's paint

G
Now you've got yourself a brand new occupation
  D
Every fleeting thought is a pearl
        G
And beautiful people stampede through the doorway of
      Em                    Bm
The funniest fucker of the world

F
They're here to help you
Dm             Bm
Satisfy your desire
                       C                           G
There's a bright future for all you professional liars

              C         D
Now you know how to be dumb
          G                  C
Are you ready to take your place in
     G/B          D
The modern museum of mistakes?
G               C         D
Don't you know how to be dumb?
          G                  C
Like a building thrown up overnight
   G/B             D
In one of those reverse earthquakes

G
They emptied out all the asylums,
D
They emptied out all the goals
G
The "New Bruise" was the name of the dance craze
     Em                        Bm
By "Jesus Cross and the Cruel Nails"
G
Followed up by "Tortouzring Little Beaver"
 D
With their contraption of barbed wire
G
Between the fear and the fever lies
Em                        Bm
All the  rejection they require

F
They'll be howling by midnight,
Dm                      Bm
They'll be drooling by dawn
                                          C
Skulls shrunk down to the size of their brains
                   G
Heads shaven and shorn

              C         D
Now you know how to be dumb
          G                  C
Are you ready to take your place in
     G/B          D
The modern museum of mistakes?
G               C         D
Don't you know how to be dumb?
          G                  C
Like a building thrown up overnight
   G/B             D
In one of those reverse earthquakes

  Em
Trapped in the house of the Perpetual Sucker
          C                       D
Where bitterness always ends so pityful
Em
You always had to dress up your envy in
 C                       D
Some half-remembered philosophy

 G
Now you're masquerading as pale powdered genius
       D
Whose every bad intention has been purged
G
You could've walked out any time you wanted
     Em                           Bm
But face it you didn't have the courage
G
I guess that makes you a full time hypocrite
    D
Or some kind of twisted dilletante
  G
Funny though people don't usually get so ugly
           Em                        Bm
'Til they think they know what they want

F
Scratch you own head stupid
Dm
Count up to three
Bm                 C
Roll over on your back
             G
Repeat after me

                C         D
Don't you know how to be dumb
          G                  C
Are you ready to take your place in
     G/B          D
The modern museum of mistakes?
G               C         D
Don't you know how to be dumb?
          G                  C
Like a building thrown up overnight
   G/B             D
In one of those reverse earthquakes

G               C         D
Don't you know how to be dumb?
G               C         D
Don't you know how to be dumb?
G               C         D
Don't you know how to be dumb?
G               C         D
Don't you know how to be dumb?

All Grown Up

tabbed by georgeclooneylookalike@hotmail.com

D
"I'm trouble", she said
      G                        D
Spread out on the floor of her fathers house
    Em                   A
Her promise was almost undone
D                    Bm          /A       C#
Under her tongue, dissolving all responsibility
    F#m                       A
To finally deny everyone with every unflattering comparison

CHORUS

D         A
All grown up
        G          D
And you don't care anymore
D                   F#               G       Gm
And you hate all the people that you used to adore
D                       F#                      G            Gm
And you despise all the rumours and lies of the life you led before

Bm
Did I hear you right?
C                          D/C
You're feeling hounded and pushed around
C
You want to just lay down and die
   Bm                   Bm/A                 G
If all of this life has been such a big disappointment to you
Em
Why don't you stop blaming some guy
    C                      A
And go give the next one a try

CHORUS

    D
But look at yourself
       A          G       D
You'll see you're still so young
A           G          D
You haven't earned the weariness
Em                   C
That sounds so jaded on your tongue

D
"I'm weak", She says
    G                        D
And blesses herself and gets into bed
Em                          A
Clutching the covers to her throat
D                     Bm        /A          C#
"So punish me now and let me go back to the sham of my life"
F#m                                     A
"This night is the perfect antidote for all of the poison that you wrote"

CHORUS

Harpies Bizarre

tabbed by ofirz1@ccsg.tau.ac.il

 
The lyrics were type by one anonymous who provided the lyrics for the album,
available via ftp from cs.uwp.edu.
The "Intro E" sections for organ can be played on guitar, as transcribed in
TAB (using TAB MASTER). The little woodwind instrument solo is not [yet!]
transcribed, but the chords are available, with added beat measures: 7xE 1xB
mean that in two 4/4 bars, play 7 beats of chord E, and then 1 beat of B.
Enjoy! Comments/corrections/additions/ideas/questions are always welcome,
at my e-mail address: ofirz1@ccsg.tau.ac.il
 
        Ofir
 
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
 
HARPIES BIZARRE / Elvis Costello
--------------------------------
 
By Declan Patric Aloysius MacManus 
From Elvis Costello's "Mighty Like a Rose", (c) 1991
 
 
 
 
[intro E]
 
Here's what the keyboards play:
e:-----------------------------------------------|
B:-----------------------------------------------|
G:-----------------------------------------------|
D:1--2--------1--2--------1--2--------1--2-------|
A:------1--2-----------0--------4--3--------3--2-|
E:------------------4----------------------------|
 
 
E              B                    A               B
He selects the plainest face form a spiteful row of girls
E         B             A                  G#7
Elegant insulted women, a flaw of cultured pearls
C#m         G#m         G#            C#m
C#m         G#m         G#            C#m
 He drops a name or two, she fails to catch
   A                 E
At last he's met his match
                  B                       E
Unspoiled and unaffected, he wants her so much
 
 
[intro E]
 
 
E                B                  A                       B
She puts up half-hearted resistance, like she was taught to do
E                         B                   A                     G#7
She's heard some of those small town playboys but this is something new
C#m                G#m        G#            C#m
 His promise seems dangerous, she'd like to believe
   A                  E
He says "You'd better leave"
                     B                        E
"You've only got yourself to blame, shame, or deceive"
 
 
E7                    A
The waiting lines are long
Am                 E
They never get too far
                                 B
Everyone wearing that medal with pride
        E
Harpies Bizarre
 
    
7xE    1xB
7xB    1xE
7xC    1xA
7xB    1xE
4xBm   3xF#   1xBm
4xD    3xA7   1xD
 
[intro E]
 
 
E               B
I looked on but hesitated
A                 B
 I failed to interrupt
E                 B    
You're so hard to tell the truth too
A             G#7
 So easy to corrupt
C#m       G#m
 I'll memorize your face
G#           C#m 
 Your tragic smile
    A                 E
The hurt look in your eyes
                    B                            E
As you betrayed yourself to the part of him that dies
 
 
E7                    A
The waiting lines are long
     Am            E  
They never get too far
        E7               A        Am             E
They're shining up their shoes to kick a falling star
    E7                  A
You think you should be somebody
        Am                 E
But you don't know who you are
                                 B
Everyone wearing that medal with pride
        E
Harpies Bizarre
 
[repeat Intro section and fade]
 
----------------------------------------------------------------------

from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany
e-mail: Christian_Korbanka@msn.com
lyrics and chords of: Harpies Bizarre by Elvis Costello And The Attractions

Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!
date: 95/10/15



E                 B
He selects the plainest face
A                        B
>From a spiteful row of girls
E          B
Elegant insulted women
A                    G#
A flaw of cultured pearls
C#m        G#m
He drops a name or two
G#            G#m
She fails to catch
     A                  E
At least he's met his match
                  B                        E
Unspoiled and unaffected, he wants her so much

E                  B
She puts up half-hearted resistance
A                      B
Like she was taught to do
E                           B
She's heard some of those small town playboys
A                     G#
But this is something new
C#m                  G#m
His promise seems dangerous
G#              C#m
She'd like to believe
    A                   E
He says "You'd better leave"
                    B                           E
"You've only got yourself to blame, shame or deceive"

      E7               A
The waiting lines are long
      A7            E
They never get too far
                                   B
Everyone wearing that medal wirh pride
           E
Harpies Bizzare

E                  B
I looked on but hesitated
A               B
I failed to interrupt
E                  B
You're so hard to tell the truth to
A            G#
So easy to corrupt
C#m    G#m
I'll memorize your face
G#           C#m
Your tragic smile
     A                 E
The hurt look in your eyes
                   B                               E
As you betrayed yourself to the part of hime that dies

      E7               A
The waiting lines are long
      A7            E
They never get too far
          E7              A
They're shinig up their shoes
    A7             E
To kick a falling star
     E7                   A/E
You think you should be somebody
        A7/E                E
But you don't know who you are
                                   B
Everyone wearing that medal with pride
           E
Harpies Bizzare

After The Fall

Transcribed by John Kean (keanj@agresearch.cri.nz).

Uses acoustic guitar on chords,
 and classical guitar on fills (tabbed below).

6/8 timing.



Bm    Bm


Bm              F#
In an anonymous rendezvous

          F#7                Bm
Where the forbidden lovers repair

        D                         A
They're burning down another damn candle

        F#                     G
They're melting the tables and chairs
                              |----------------------|
                              |----------------------|
                    Classical |----------------------|
                     Guitar:  |----------------------|
                              |----------------------|
                              |----------------2h3h2-|
               Approx Timing:   ,  .  .  ,  .  .
                                                  
  Bm                               F#
Beneath them applause from the     balcony
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|-----------------4--------------|
|--2-----------------------------|---------------4------7----5----|
|--------------------------------|--2-------2-6-------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#7                              Bm
Whenever they accomplished making  love
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|------------7----7----5---------|
|--------------------------------|------------7----7----6----6----|
|--------------------------------|---------------------------7----|
|--4-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  D                                A
  Other times they thought they heard laughter
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--7-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#                               G        (bass run: G    F#)
  Coming from the balcony         above
|--------------------------------|-----------------7---------7-10-|
|--------------------------------|---------------8---------8---12-|
|--------------------------------|------------7---------7---------|
|--------------------------------|----------9---------9-----------|
|--------------------------------|------10------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  Em
                            She
|-10-----------10-10---9-------7-|
|-12-----------12-12--10-------9-|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .     

  A                                E
  lies to his right and she        carelessly recites
|--9-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|-10-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#m                              C#m
  All  of  her  brand  new   appetites                  She seems
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|---------------7-9----7---------|
|--------------------------------|----------6s9-----------------9-|
|--------------------------------|-----2s6------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  A                                E
  brittle and small it don't       sound like her at all
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--6-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#m                              F#
  Since she came back to him       After the fall
|--------------------------------|---------------------------9s---|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#
                        She said
|-s6-----------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
|-----------------6----4-------3-|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  Bm                               F#
  "You   never   visit   the       countryside           So I've
|----------------10--------10----|--9-------------12---10----9----|
|----------------12--------12----|-11-------------14---12---11----|
|--4-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#7                              Bm
  made   you   a   country   to    order"                   She
|--6-----------------------------|-10----9------7-----------------|
|--7-----------------------------|----------------10----8-------7-|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  D                                A
  put up a little tent in the      bedroom
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--7-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#                               G
  Crickets  played  on  a  tape-recorder                      The
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|----------------------2----4----|
|--------------------------------|--------------0--5--------------|
|--------------------------------|------0---2---------------------|
|--------------------------------|--3-----------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  Bm                               F#
  ceiling was festooned with       phosphorous stars          She
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--3-----------------------------|---------------5-5----3----5----|
|--------------------------------|---------------6-6----4----6----|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#7                              Bm
  noticed  his  skin  turning      cold
|--------------------------------|-----------------7s9-10----7----|
|--7-----------------------------|---------------7-------------10-|
|--------------------------------|----------6-7-------------------|
|--------------------------------|-------9------------------------|
|--------------------------------|-----9--------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  D                                A
  Burning all his clothes on the   bonfire
|--------------------------------|------------9----9----9----9----|
|--7-----------------------------|-----------10---10---10---10----|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#                               G        (bass run: G    F#)
"Relax"  she  whispered  and       tightened the blindfold
|--9-----------------------------|-10-------------10------------7-|
|-11-----------------------------|-12-------------12------------8-|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  Em
                            She
|--7------------3-3----2---------|
|--8------------5-5--------------|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .     

  A                                E
  lies to his right and she        carelessly recites
|--0-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|-----------------0----2----4----|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#m                              C#m
  All  of  her  brand  new   appetites                  She seems
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|---------------------------5----|
|--------------------------------|-------------------------6------|
|--------------------------------|-----------------2----6---------|
|--------------------------------|---------------4----------------|
|--2-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  A                                E
  brittle and small it don't       sound like her at all
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--6-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#m                              F#
  Since she came back to him       After the fall
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#
                          You've
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
|---------------------------1----|
|-----------------2----4---------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  Bm                               F#
  changed   but  not  for  the     better babe
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|-----------------3--------------|
|--------------------------------|---------------4-----------6--5-|
|--2-----------------------------|----------1-4-------------------|
|--------------------------------|-------2------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#7                              Bm
  I'd tell you why but what's the  use
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--4-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--9h10p9p7------------------7---|
|--------------------------------|-----------10-9s6-7----9--------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,      .    .   ,    .    .

  D                                A
    'Cos it's the same kind of     pity                       A
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--5------------7-8----7----5----|
|-----------------7--------------|--6-----------------------------|
|--0-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#                               G
  drunkard   gives   as   his   excuse                   You were
|--------------------------------|------------7----7----7----7----|
|--------------------------------|------------8----8----8----8----|
|--6-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  Bm                               F#
  sharp  and  ideal  as  a         bobby pin             Now your
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--7-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#7                              Bm
  eyes  are  deserted  and         quiet                       We
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  D                                A
  both look like those poor shattered mannequins
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#                               G        (bass run: G    F#)
  Thrown through the window in the riot
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|---------------0-0h2-------2--4-|
|--------------------------------|--3---------3-------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  Em
                            She
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
|------------2--4-4s5--4----2----|
|--5-----------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .     

  A                                E
  lies  in  his  arms      and without any qualms
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#m                              C#m
  Revels    in    shallow      delights                 She seems
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--9--------------5--s-3--s-2----|
|--------------------------------|--9--------------6--------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  A                                E
  brittle and small it don't       sound like her at all
|--------------------------------|----------------------4---------|
|----------------------5h7p5-----|----------------------5---------|
|----------------------6----6----|--------------------------------|
|----------------------7---------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

  F#m                              F#
  Since she came back to him       After the fall
|--5-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--7-----------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .


  F#
|----------------------9---------|
|---------------------11---------|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|
|---------------------------2----|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .


  Bm                               F#
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--2---------2--2-2----2h4--2----|--1--2-4------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .


  F#7                              Bm
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|-------------------0-2---0---4--|--4s2--2------------------------|
|-4h5p4p2-4h5p4p2-4--------------|------------------------------4-|
|--------------------------------|----------------------7--5-7----|
  ,       .       .   ,   .   .     ,    .    .    ,    .    .


  D                                A
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|------------4--5-7----5----4----|--4-h5p4s2------------2--4-2--0-|
|--5-------7---------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,      .   .   ,    .    .


  F#                               Bm              G
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
|--4---------4--5-5s7--5----4----|--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--7-----------------------------|
   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .


  Bm
|-----------7--9h10p9p7-----------------|------------------||
|--------7---------------7--------------|------------------||
|-----7---------------------9--7--------|------------------||  Fine
|--9------------------------------9--7--|--9---------------||
|---------------------------------------|------------------||
|---------------------------------------|------------------||
  ad lib.

 





After the Fall
from Mighty Like a Rose

Am              E                                        Am
In an anonymous rendez-vous where the forbidden lovers repair
        C                         G
They're burning down another damn candle
        E                      Fmaj7
they're melting the tables and chairs
  Am                           E
Beneath them applause from the balcony
                                  Am
whenever they accomplished making love
C                                   G 
Other times they thought they heard laughter
E                       Fmaj7 (here there obviously is more....)
coming from the balcony above


    G                         D
She lies to his right and she carelessly recites
Em                       D
All of her brand new appetites
          G                          D
She seems brittle and small it don't sound like her at all
Em                         E
Since she came back to him After the fall

She said You never visited the countryside
So I've made you a country to order
She put up a little tent in the bedroom
Crickets played on a tape recorder
The ceiling was festooned with phosphorous stars
She noticed his skin turning cold
Burning all his clothes on the bonfire
Relax she whispered and tightened the blindfold

She lies to his right.....

You've changed but not for the better, babe 
I'd tell you why but what's the use
'Cause it's the same kind of pity
a drunkard gives as his excuse
You were sharp and ideal as a bobby pin
Now your eyes are deserted and quiet
We both look like those poor shattered mannequins
Thrown through the window in the riot

She lies in his arms and without any qualms
Revels in shallow delights
She seems brittle and small it don't look like her at all
Since she came back to him After the fall

Georgie And Her Rival

from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany
e-mail: Christian_Korbanka@msn.com

Georgie And Her Rival by 
Elvis Costello


Cm  F


Gmaj7  G
Georgie grew to hate her name
     C             D
It sounded 
like a tiny man
Gmaj7  G
And the one she had said "I Can't see you
C       
         G  D/Fis     C/E
But I'll call you, whenever I can!
               
            G
Sometimes the phone would ring,
      D             C
When 
she was half asleep
                        G
A voice would drag her down
 
     D       C
With its suggestions
                         G
Though she 
often felt cheated,
Eb         F
She never felt cheap

Am
Well heaven 
know what fills the heart
Bb                 Dm
And makes you feel so alive

C                   Em
It's impossible to tear apart
  Eb              F

Georgie and her rival

Gmaj7  G
It was half-past february
         C      
            D
And he hadn't called since New Year's day
Gmaj7  G
Maybe 
he'd found another woman
    C                  G   D/Fis        C/E
To say 
those word no chapel girl should say
                   G
Her mother would 
phone
      D                C
And always keep her talking
                
  G
She'd try to be polite
  D      C
Making faces
                      
G
But somewhere in the back of her mind
Eb               F
Her rival was 
stalking

Am
Well heaven know what fills the heart
Bb                 Dm

And makes you feel so alive
C                   Em
It's impossible to tear 
apart
  Eb              F
Georgie and her rival

Bm                G
Her 
rival would always wait
Em                        F#
'Til the eighth or 
nineth bell
Bm                  G
He'd be desperate anyway and
C/E
Drunk 
as well
      Dm           Dm7         Dm6             G
She always like to 
hurt him to prove he was prepared
    Dm       Dm7             Dm6
To love 
her anyway that she wanted
Dm6/G         G      Eb           F
So she could 
tell - which she preferred

Gmaj7  G
He sat up with his adressbook
  C    
               D
Trying to think what mood he's in
Gmaj7  G
His finger 
traced past Georgie's name
     C                 G      D
To someone who 
needed less persuading
    C                   D     G
He didn't hear 
through her disguise
    C               G     D
He didn't leave her in a 
rush
      C                D       G
Just like the promise that he left
  
  C                 G     D         C
On her machine that always made her 
blush

                    G     D      C
The radio plays a lover's 
symphony
                       G             D         C
"The number you 
have dialed has been re-directed"
                          G
Now she puts 
him on the speaker-phone
  Eb                F
Whenever she has company


Am
Well heaven know what fills the heart
Bb                 Dm
And makes 
you feel so alive
C                   Em
It's impossible to tear apart
  
Eb              F
Georgie and her rival

----------------------------------------------------------------------

From:   SMTP%"dal23@hermes.cam.ac.uk" 11-DEC-1996 13:06:59.12
Subj:   Georgie And Her Rival

Ich sah dieses Lied auf Ihren Elvis Costello Seiten, aber es gab einige
Fehler. Ich glaube dass diese Version besser ist, obwohl es ist noch nicht
Perfekt (Wie mein Deutsch...) Auch - Nur in Deutschland schreibt man
Fis, deswegen waere es vielleicht besser F# zu schreiben, weil mehre
Leute das verstehen.

Georgie And Her Rival - Elvis Costello

Cm      F

Gmaj7
Georgie grew to hate her name
   C              D
It sounded like a tiny man
Gmaj7
And the one she had said, "I can't see you,
C                 G    D      C
But I'll call you, whenever I can."
                          G
Sometimes the phone would ring
     D             C
When she was half asleep
                       G
A voice would drag her down 
     D               C
With its suggestions
                      G
Though she often felt cheated
Eb               F
She never felt cheap

Chorus:

Am
 Well heaven knows what fills the heart
Bb                  Dm
 And makes you feel so alive
C                   Em
 It's impossible to tear apart
Eb                 F
Georgie and her rival


Gmaj7
It was half past February 
       C                   D
And he hadn't called since New Years Day
Gmaj7
Maybe he'd found another woman
   C                  G      D           Am
To say those words no chapel girl should say
                 G
Her mother would phone 
    D               C
And always keep her talking
                   G
She'd try to be polite
D      C
Making faces
                     G
But somewhere in the back of her mind
Eb                 F
Her rival was stalking

Chorus

Bm              G
Her rival would always wait
Em                F#
Til the eighth or ninth bell
Bm                G
He'd be desperate anyway and
C        F
Drunk as well
    Dm              Dm7
She always liked to hurt him
   Dm6             G
To prove he was prepared
   Dm          Dm7          Dm6
To love her anyway that she wanted
             G    Eb           F
So she could tell which she preferred

Gmaj7
He sat up with his address book
C                    D
Trying to think what mood he's in
Gmaj7
His finger traced past Georgie's name
   C                  G        D
To someone who needed less persuading
   Em     D            Am     G
He didn't hear through her disguise
   C                G    D
He didn't leave her in a rush
     Em       D       Am7     G
Just like the promise that he left
C                   G      D        C
On her machine that almost made her blush

                  G       D        C
The radio plays a lover's symphony
                    G          D               C
The number you have dialed has been redirected
                        G
Now she puts him on the speakerphone
Eb                  F
Whenever she has company

Chorus

Eb                F
Georgie and her rival

F#                G#
Georgie and her rival           (6 times)

F#      G#                      (Twice at least to fade)

So Like Candy

(McCartney/MacManus)
Compiled by: Jeremy Thompson 
Input from: Marika Whaley, Mike Hernandez and David Lifton
Chord Voicings:

F#7(I): 044300
Bm: x24432
Bm/A: x04432
C#7: x4342x
C#7/G: 3x342x
F#7(II): 242352
Em7: 022030
F#7(III): x44320
A7: x02020
Asus4: x02230
G: 320003
Gm: 355333
Bm/G: x2543x
Bm/G#: x2643x
B7: x2x202

F#7(I) [let ring]

[F#7(I)]                   Bm      Bm/A
Here lies the powder and perfume
                                 C#7  C#7/G F#7(II)
The pretty clothes are scattered 'round the room

         Em7
And it's so like Candy

hold Em7, then play:
E--------------
B--------------
G--------------
D--------------
A---------0-2-4
E---0-2-3------

F#7(III) [let ring]

[F#7(III)]                      Bm    Bm/A
Here lies the lipstick and the face

                           C#7 C#7/G F#7(II)
The coloured tablets keep it all in place

        Em7 [with riff]
And it's so like Candy

Em7      Asus4 A7
So like Candy

CHORUS
D             F#7(III)
What did I do to make her go?

Bm           Bm/A
Why must she be the one

G
That I have to love

Gm       D
So like Candy?

F#7(III) [let ring]

[F#7(III)]               Bm     Bm/A
Here lies a picture of a girl

                              C#7 C#7/G F#7(II)
Her arms are tight around that lucky guy

        Em7
And it's so like Candy

hold Em7, then play:
E--------------
B--------------
G--------------
D--------------
A---------0-2-4
E---0-2-3------

F#7(III) [let ring]

[F#7(III)]                 Bm      Bm/A
And in her eyes a certain look

                             C#7 C#7/G F#7(II)
I thought I'd seen the last of long ago

        Em7 [with riff]
And it's so like Candy

Em7      Asus4 A7
So like Candy

CHORUS
D             F#7(III)
What did I do to make her go?

Bm           Bm/A
Why must she be the one

G
That I have to love?

Gm
So...

BRIDGE

   Gm                        Bb
I remember the day that that picture was taken

Bb          D
We were so happy then

A7                  D
But that's so like Candy

Gm                        Bb
She seemed so sweet to me I was mistaken

Bb          D
Oh no not that again

A7                  D
But that's so like Candy

               A7    D
She just can't face the day

A7               Asus4 Bm [let ring]
So she turns and melts away

MELLOTRON SOLO

[Bm]            Bm/A               C#7  C#7/G   F#7(III)
E---7-9-12-10-9-8-7---------------------------------
B-7-----------------7-----------7-6--------5--------
G---------------------7-6-7\6/7--------4-6---7-6-4-3
D------------------------------------6--------------
A---------------------------------------------------
E---------------------------------------------------

[F#7(III)]                    Bm            Bm/A
Here lie the records that she scratched

                           C#7 C#7/G F#7(II)
And on the sleeve I find a note attached

        Em7 [with riff]
And it's so like Candy

F#7(III) [let ring]

[F#7(III)]                   Bm       Bm/G
"My Darling Dear it's such a waste"

                              Bm/G#            B7
She couldn't say "goodbye," but "I admire your taste"

         Em7 [with riff]
And it's so like Candy

Em7
So like Candy

Bm                  Em7   [A        G]
So (so) like (like) Candy (so like Candy) [3 times]

Bm      Em7   [A  G]

FADE REPEATING  Bm   Bm/G   Bm/G#   B7

Sweet Pear

transcribed by Mark Schnitzius (schnitzi@east.isx.com)

h = hammer on
r = release
s = slide

[Intro:]

  E               E  E
--0---------------0--0-----------------------
--0---------------0--0-----------------------
--1------4--4h6---1--1------4--4h6r4---------
--2--4h6----------2--2--4h6-----------7-6----
--2---------------2--2-----------------------
--0---------------0--0-----------------------

  A                       Ab          C#
--------------------------------------------------
--------------3--2-----------------------------6--
--------2--4--------4--2--------------------6-----
-----2--------------------------6--------6--------
--0--------------------------6-----6--4-----------
--------------------------4-----------------------

  F#m                       ...etc...(help!)
--------2--4--5--4--2--5--------------------------
-----2--------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------
--4-----------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------


Sweet pear, sweet pear
Those who say they love you would never dare
I'll watch out for you
I'll always be there
In the hour of distress you need not fear

In all the world there's only one true love
And finding it's hard enough
I bless whatever's in the sky above
For bringing you to me

But there's a void without your kiss
I wake on the precipice above the abyss
And though the touch of your lips these fears dismiss
Make no mistake there is an ache I have to live with

Was my grip too lose, my grip too strong
That made you want to run away
And now you're back where I pretend you belong
I wonder every night and day
How long



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--------11---------9-11-9-11-9--12s9----9s3-----
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--9-11-12-11-9-11-12-11-9-------9--------7----------
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--11-11--9--9--7-7---7---7---7h9-7-9--
-------------------9---9---9----------
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----10------------------14--14--16s11---
--8-------------------------------------
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-----12-14----------14s12----10----------------------------
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--14s9--9s2---2---
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I swear this is my prayer
'til we're burned and scattered in the atmosphere
Or lost in the world across a crowded room
I am your stupid lover, your wretched groom

Couldn't Call It Unexpected No. 4

Tabbed by schnitzi@east.isx.com (Mark Schnitzius)
      and mls377@lulu.acns.nwu.edu (Mike Sturgess)

A  E  A  E  A  A  D  A

D         Bm         F#m            G A
  I saw a girl who'd found her consolation

D               Bm     F#m                  A
  She said "One day my Prince of Peace will come"

C#m           Abm    E               Abm
    Above her head a portrait of her father

A            C#m            A              C#m             Abm
  The wilted favour that he gave her still fastened to the frame

A                E         A             C#m  A            D
"They've got his bones and everything he owns I've got his name"

D              Bm            F#m         G  A
  Well you can laugh at this sentimental story

D        Bm          F#m           A
  But in time you'll have to make amends

D            Bm                 F#m              G   A
  The sudden chill where lovers doubt their immortality

D        Bm               F#m             A
  As the clouds cover the sky the evening ends

C#m              Abm        E            Abm
    Describing a picture of eyes finally closing

A        C#m       A                C#m          Abm
  As you sometimes glimpse terrible faces in the fire

      A             E    A                 C#m
We'll I'm the lucky goon who composed this tune 

     A                          D    D/C#  D/B  D/Ab  Asus4  A
From birds arranged on the high wire

/G  /Ab  /A  /Bb  /C#

D        Bm       F#m            G  A
  Who on earth is tapping at the window

D           Bm         F#m           A
  Does that face still linger at the pane?

D           Bm                F#m             G  A
  I saw you shiver though the room was like a furnace

D               Bm            F#m            A
  A shadow of regret across a young mother's face

C#m             Abm  E           Abm
    So toll the bell or rock the cradle

A              C#m         A        C#m        Abm
  Please don't let me fear anything I cannot explain

A         E          A       C#m      A         D/F#    D/G  D/E
I can't believe I'll never believe in anything again

D/F#     D/G  D/E

D  D/C#  D/B  D/Ab  A     /G  /Ab  /A  /Bb  /C#  (repeat to fade)