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The
Other Side Of Summer
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Hurry Down Doomsday (The Bugs Are Taking Over)
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How To Be Dumb
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All Grown Up
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Invasion Hit Parade
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Harpies Bizarre
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After The Fall
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Georgie And Her Rival
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So Like Candy
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Interlude: Couldn't Call It Unexpected No. 2 (instrumental)
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Playboy To A Man
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Sweet Pear
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Broken
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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
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HARPIES BIZARRE / Elvis Costello
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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]
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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
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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
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A Ab C#
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F#m ...etc...(help!)
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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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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)