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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)
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?
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
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
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
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)
Compiled by: Jeremy ThompsonInput 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
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 ------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- ------4-4h6~~~---7-6-7-6-7-6-----------------9-7-6s13-- --4h6------------------------9-7-6-9-6s3---7----------- ------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ --13-11-------------------------13s10--10s4s9--- --------11---------9-11-9-11-9--12s9----9s3----- -----------12-11-9------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------9-7-6s13- --9-11-12-11-9-11-12-11-9-------9--------7---------- --------------------------12-11---11s8-------------- ---------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- --11-13-14---------------------------9-10--- ------------9-11-9-11-9--9-11-12--12-------- -------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- --11-11--9--9--7-7---7---7---7h9-7-9-- -------------------9---9---9---------- -------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- -------8-10-11-10s8s7---15--15--17s12--- ----10------------------14--14--16s11--- --8------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------- -----------12-13-12-------------8-10-11-10s14-15s10s9------ -----12-14----------14s12----10---------------------------- --12-----------------------8------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------- A --------------0--- --------------2--- --14s9--9s2---2--- --14s9--9s2---2--- --------------0--- ------------------ 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
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)