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The Beat
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Pump It Up
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Little Triggers
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You Belong To Me
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Hand In Hand
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(I Don't Want To Go To) Chelsea
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Lip Service
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Living In Paradise
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Lipstick Vogue
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No Action
From: mats@omega.physchem.kth.se (Mats Jansson tel: 790 71 93)
E B
I don't wanna kiss you. I don't wanna touch.
E B E B
I don't wanna see you 'cause I don't miss you that much.
A E A E A E B
I'm not a telephone junkie. I told you that we were just good friends.
A E A E A E B
But when I hold you like I hold that bakelite in my hands,
E B C#m G#m A F#m
there's no action, there's no ac-tion, there's no action.
B E B A/E E/B B
Ev'ry time I phone you, I just wanna put you down.
E B E B
He's got the keys to the car. They are the keys to the kingdom.
E B E B
He's got ev'rything you need. It's a shame he didn't bring them.
A E A E A E B
I'm not a telephone junkie. If I'm inserting my coin I'm doing just fine.
A E A E B
And the things in my head start hurtin' my mind.
A E A E
And I think about the way things used to be,
A E A E
knowing you with him is driving me crazy.
A E A E
Sometimes I phone when I know you're not lonely,
F#m B
but I always disconnect it in time.
E B C#m G#m A F#m
There's no action, there's no acti--on, there's no action.
B E B A/E E/B
Ev'ry time I phone you, I just wanna put you,
B E B A/E E/B
ev'ry time I phone you, I just wanna put you,
B E B A/E E/B B
ev'ry time I phone you, I just wanna put you down.
E B C#m G#m A F#m
There's no action, there's no action, there's no action.
B E B A/E E/B B
Ev'ry time I phone you, I just wanna put you down.
This Year's Girl
From: mats@omega.physchem.kth.se (Mats Jansson tel: 790 71 93)
Dsus4 Dsus2 Bmsus4
E A D G B e E A D G B e E A D G B e
x x o 2 3 3 x x o 2 3 o x 2 4 4 5 2
Intro:
chords: A G E
notes: c# d c a e b c b g f# e f# g# a a# b c c#
D Bm A
See her picture in a thousand places 'cause she's this year's girl.
D Bm F#m
You think you all own little pieces of this year's girl.
G A G A
Forget your fancy manners, forget your English grammar,
G A Dsus4 D Dsus2 D
'cause you don't really give a damn about this year's girl.
Repeat intro, then the same chords as verse 1.
Still you're hoping that she's well spoken 'cause she's this year's girl.
You want her broken with her mouth wide open 'cause she's this year's girl.
Never knowing (if?) it's a real attraction, all these promises of satisfaction,
while she's being bored to distraction being this year's girl.
Bm G D
Time's running out. She's not happy with the cost.
E7 A G E
There'd be no doubt, only she's forgotten much more than she's lost.
Here, do that intro-slide; e f# g# a a# b c c#
D Bm A
A bright spark might corner the market in this year's girl.
D Bm F#m
You see yourself rolling on the carpet with this year's girl.
G A G A
Those disco synthezisers, those daily tranquilizers,
G A G A
those body building prizes, those bedroom alibis;
G A Dsus4 D Bmsus4 Bm
all this, but no surprises for this year's girl.
G A F#m Bmsus4 Bm
All this, but no surprises for this year's girl.
G A Dsus4 D
All this, but no surprises for this year's girl.
Outro:
chords: A G E
notes: c# d c a e b c b g f# e
The Beat
chords by brenckle@scws0.ctstateu.edu (Nicholas Brenckle);
lyrics and Modifications by phillip@phoenix.princeton.edu (Phil Saunders)
Intro:
Bm G A Bm (2 times)
D Bm G A/C#
We're all going on a summer holiday
D Bm G A/C#
Vigilante's coming out to follow me.
D Bm G A/C#
Heard somebody say they're out to collar me.
D Bm G A/C#
Anybody wanna swallow me?
Bm G A Bm (2 times)
Bm G A Bm
It takes two to tumble. It takes two to tango.
Bm G A Bm
Speak up; don't mumble if you're in the combo.
Bm G A Bm Bm G
On the beat, on the beat.
A Bm
Till a man comes along and he says,
G D/F# Em7 G/D A/C# G/B A
'Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
G D/F# Em7 D G A/C# G/B D E
Though you never en---joy, such a pleasure to employ.'
D A/C# E
See your friends in the state their in.
D A/C# E
See your friends getting under their skin.
D A/C# E
See your friends getting taken in.
Well, if you only knew the things you do to me.
I'd do anything to confuse the enemy.
There's only one thing wrong with you befriending me.
Take it easy. I think you're bending me.
I've been a bad boy with the standard leader.
My neighbor's revving up his Vauxhall Viva.
On the beat, on the upbeat.
Till a man comes along and he says,
'Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
Though you never enjoy, such pleasure to employ.'
See your friends walking down the street.
See your friends never quite complete.
See your friends getting under their feet.
Oh, I don't want to disease you,
but I'm no good with machinery.
Oh, I don't wanna freeze you.
Stop looking at the scen'ry.
I keep thinking about your mother.
Oh, I don't wanna lick them.
I don't wanna be a lover.
I just wanna be your victim.
I don't go out much at night.
I don't go out much at all.
Did you think you were the only one
who was waiting for a call
On the beat, on the upbeat.
Till a man comes along and he says,
'Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
Though you never enjoy, such pleasure to employ.'
See your friends treat me like a stranger.
See your friends despite all the arrangements.
See your friends Nothing here has changed.
Just the beat.
From: mats@omega.physchem.kth.se (Mats Jansson tel: 790 71 93)
Intro:
Bm G A/G Bm Bm G A/G Bm
D Bm G A/C#
We're all going on a summer holiday.
D Bm G A/C#
Vigilante's coming out to follow me.
D Bm G A/C#
Heard somebody say they're out to collar me.
D Bm G A/C#
Anybody wanna swallow me?
Bm F A/G Bm Bm G A/G Bm
Bm G A/G Bm
It takes two to tumble, it takes two to tango
G A/G Bm
Speak up; don't mumble if you're in the combo.
G A/G Bm
On the beat, on the beat.
G A/G Bm
Till a man comes along, and he says,
G D/F# Em7 D/F# G/D A/C# G/B
"Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
A G D/F# Em7 D/F# G/D A/C# G/B D/A E
Though you never en---joy, such a pleasure to em---ploy."
D A/C# E
See your friends in the state they're in
D A/C# E
See your friends getting under their skin.
D A/C# E
See your friends getting taken in.
Then the same chords again, including the intro.
Well, if you only knew the things you do to me.
I'd do anything to confuse the enemy.
There's only one thing wrong with you befriending me.
Take it easy. I think you're bending me.
I've been a bad boy with the standard leader.
My neighbour's revving up his Vauxhall Viva.
On the beat, on the up-beat.
Till a man comes along, and he says,
"Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
Though you never enjoy, such a pleasure to employ."
See your friends walking down the street.
See your friends never quite complete.
See your friends getting under their feet.
Bm F A/G Bm Bm G A/G Bm
In the next section, repeat those chords;
Bm G A/G Bm G A/G Bm
Oh, I don't want to disease you, but I'm no good with machin'ry.
Oh, I don't wanna freeze you. Stop looking at the scen'ry
I keep thinking about your mother. Oh, I don't wanna lick them.
I don't wanna be a lover. I just wanna be your victim.
I don't go out much late at night. I don't go out much at all.
Did you think you were the only one who was waiting for a call?
G A/G Bm
On the beat, on the beat.
G A/G Bm
Till a man comes along, and he says,
G D/F# Em7 D/F# G/D A/C# G/B
"Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
A G D/F# Em7 D/F# G/D A/C# G/B D/A E
Though you never en---joy, such a pleasure to em---ploy."
D A/C# E
See your friends treat me like a stranger.
D A/C# E
See your friends despite all the arrangements.
D A/C# E
See your friends. Nothing here has changed;
Bm G A/G Bm
just the beat, just the beat,
G A/G Bm
just the beat, just the beat.
Pump It Up
Mats Jansson
The bass riff goes something like this: f# d# e d# b a f# e f# e
Intro:
G G G# G# A A B B
/: B Bb A B:/ 4 times
B7
I've been on tender hooks, ending in dirty looks,
list'ning to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this'n'that.
She said that's that, I don't wanna chitter chat.
Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat.
E7
Pump it up when you don't really need it.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
/: B Bb A B:/ 4 times
B7
Down in the pleasure centre, hell bent or heaven sent,
listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander.
There's nothing under hand that she wouldn't understand.
E7
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.
/: B Bb A B:/ 8 times, then land on a E7
Hang on with the drum beat 4 measures
HEY!!!
/: B Bb A B:/ 4 times
B7
She's been a bad girl. She's like a chemical.
Though you try to stop it, she's like a narcotic.
You wanna torture her, you wanna talk to her.
All the things you bought for her, putting up your temp'rature,
E7
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.
/: B Bb A B:/ 4 times
E7
Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin,
you put your passion out under the pressure pin.
B7
Fall into submission, hit-and-run transmission.
No use wishing now for any other sin.
E7
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.
Repeat /: B Bb A B:/ and refrain to fade
Little Triggers
from This Year's Model
tabbed by phillip@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Phillip Charles Saunders)
|6/8 F F7/A|Bb D7|Gm |Eb C |
|F |C |F |C |
C F C
Little triggers that you pull with your tongue.
F
Little triggers.
Bb C Bb C Bb C Bb C
I don't wanna be hung up, strung up when you don't call up.
Gm C
Little sniggers on your lips.
Gm C
Little triggers in your grip.
Gm C
Little triggers. My hand on your hip.
Bb Gm
Thinkin' all about those censored sequences,
Bb Gm
Worryin' about the consequences,
Bb Gm
Waiting until I come to my senses.
Bb C
Better put it all in present tenses.
Little triggers that you pull with your tongue.
Little triggers.
I don't wanna be hung up, strung up when you don't call up.
Little triggers on your lips.
Little triggers in your grip.
Little triggers. My hand on your hip.
Bb Gm
Worryin' about the common decency
Bb Gm
When it is only a question of frequency
Bb Gm
When you say O. K. But I gotta cheek to be
Bb C
Sayin' you're tired of me when you don't even weaken these.
(repeat 1st verse)
From: mats@omega.physchem.kth.se (Mats Jansson tel: 790 71 93)
Intro:
Rhythm: 1 2 3 4 5 6 1 2 3 4 5 6 1 2 3 4 5 6 1 2 3 4 5 6
Chords: F F7/A Bb D7 Gm Eb
Notes: F Eb D C Bb Eb G bb c e g
1 2 3 4 5 6 1 2 3 4 5 6 1 2 3 4 5 6 1 2 3 4 5 6
F C F C Little...
f c a F a bb c C G C c e f c a F C Bbb C d c
C F C F
Little triggers that you pull with your tongue. Little triggers.
Bb C Bb C Bb C Bb C
I don't wanna be hung up, strung up when you don't call up.
Gm C Gm C
Little sniggers on your lips. Little triggers in your grip.
Gm C
Little triggers. My hand on your hip.
Bb Gm
Thinkin' all about those censored sequences,
Bb Gm
worryin' about the consequences.
Bb Gm
waiting until I come to my sences.
Bb C
Better put it all in present tenses.
C F C F
Little triggers that you pull with your tongue. Little triggers.
Bb C Bb C Bb C Bb C
I don't wanna be hung up, strung up when you don't call up.
Gm C Gm C
Little sniggers on your lips. Little triggers in your grip.
Gm C
Little triggers. My hand on your hip.
Bb Gm
Worryin' about the common decency
Bb Gm
when it's only a question of frequency
Bb Gm
when you say O.K. But I gotta cheek to be
Bb C
saying you're tired of me when you don't even weaken these.
C F C F
Little triggers that you pull with your tongue. Little triggers.
Bb C Bb C Bb C Bb C
I don't wanna be hung up, strung up when you don't call up.
Gm C Gm C
Little sniggers on your lips. Little triggers in your grip.
Gm C
Little triggers. My hand on your hip.
You Belong To Me
From: mats@omega.physchem.kth.se (Mats Jansson tel: 790 71 93)
The whole verse has the same chords as the intro
Intro: D C G D C G
D C G D C G
What are you girls going to tell your mother?
D, etc.
I don't want to hear another word about young lovers
or hiding boyfriend in the cupboard.
She's been to see the doctor, so you hope that she recovers.
Bb C
You act dumb. You say you're so numb.
F C
You say you don't come under his thumb.
D Bm
Don't wanna be just goody-goody.
D Bm
I don't want just anybody.
D Bm
No, I don't want anybody
C G C G D7
saying, "You belong to me. You belong to me."
Your eyes are absent, your mouth is silent;
pumping like a fire hydrant.
Things you see are getting hard to swallow.
You're easily led, but you're much too scared to follow.
You've been warned. You're going to get torn.
No uniform is gonna keep you warm.
Don't wanna be just goody-goody.
I don't want just anybody.
No, I don't want anybody
saying, "You belong to me. You belong to me."
D
You belong to me.
Repeat and fade:
C G D
You belong to me
Hand In Hand
From: mats@omega.physchem.kth.se (Mats Jansson tel: 790 71 93)
D A
No don't ask me to apologise.
D A
I won't ask you to forgive me.
D Bm
If I'm gonna go down,
A E A
you're gonna come with me.
F#m
You say, "Why don't you be a man about it,
Bm
like they do in the grown-up movies?"
F#m
But when it comes to the other way around,
A E A
you say you just wanna use me.
G
Oh, you sit and you wonder whether
Bm
it's gonna be syndicated.
G
You sit with your knees together.
A E A G
All the time your breath is baited.
D A D
Hand in hand.
No don't ask me to apologise.
I won't ask you to forgive me.
If I'm gonna go down,
you're gonna come with me.
Don't you know I got the bully boys out
changing someone's facial design,
sitting with my toy room lout,
polishing my precious china.
Don't you know I'm an animal?
But don't you know I can't stand up steady?
But you can't show me any kind of hell
that I don't know already.
D A D
Hand in hand.
D A
No don't ask me to apologise.
D A
I won't ask you to forgive me.
D Bm
If I'm gonna go down,
A E A G
you're gonna come with me hand in hand,
G/D A G G/D A G
hand in hand, hand in hand.
D A D D A D D A D
Hand in hand, hand in hand, hand in hand
(I Don't Want To Go To) Chelsea
From: mats@omega.physchem.kth.se (Mats Jansson tel: 790 71 93)
The bass line is too neat to be left out here.
Chord: Bm A G A Bm A G A
Rhythm 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 1 . 2 . 3 . 4. 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 .
Bass: D ----4-------2---------0-----2-------4-------2--------0-----2---
A 2-----2-0-----------2---0-0---0-2-----2-0----------2---0-0---0-
E ------------------3------------------------------3-------------
Guitar: e ------------------777-7-7-5-----------------5----777-7-7-5---
B ----------------------------7-5---------5------------------7-etc.
G --------------------------------7-7-7-7----------------------
Bm A G A Bm A G A
Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixtysix.
Bm A G A Bm A G A
He thinks of all the lips that he licks and all the girls he's going to fix.
Bm A G A
She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle,
Bm A G A
but there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle.
Bm A G A
Capital punishment, she's last year's model.
G A G A
They call her Natasha, but she looks like Elsie.
G F#m Em D
I don't want to go to Chelsea.
G D G D G D G D
Oh, no, it does not move me, even though I've seen the movie.
G D G D G D G D
I don't want to check your pulse. I don't want nobody else.
G D E
I don't want to go to Chelsea.
Repeat intro
Ev'rybody's got new orders. Be a nice girl and kiss the warders.
Now the teacher is away, all the kids begin to play.
Repeat intro
Men come screaming, dressed in white coats, shake you very gently by the throat.
One's named Gus, one's named Alfie.
I don't want to go to Chelsea.
Oh, no, it does no move me...
The song ends and fades with the intro (more or less, ec improvises around
the theme)
Lip Service
tabbed by phillip@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Phillip Charles Saunders)
|E |C#m |B | |
E C#m B
You left the motor running.
E C#m B
But I know you're so attractive.
E C#m B
Getting in some sharp practice.
E C#m B
You better not do anything reckless.
A B
But everybody is going through the motions.
A B
Everybody is going through the motions.
A B
Are you really only going through the motions?
E C#m B
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me.
E C#m B
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me.
E C#m B
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me.
F#m G#m A B
But if you change your mind, you can send a little letter to me.
Don't make any sudden movements.
These are dangerous amusements.
When did you become so choosy?
Don't act like you're above me; just look at your shoes.
But everybody is going through the motions.
Everybody is going through the motions.
Are you really only going through the motions?
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me.
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me.
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me.
But if you change your mind, you can send a little letter to me.
A F#m G#m A
But if you change your mind, you can send a little letter to me.
F#m G#M A
But if you change your mind, you can send a little letter to me.
|A |D(addE) Am/C Bm7(addE) Am|E6 |
From: mats@omega.physchem.kth.se (Mats Jansson tel: 790 71 93)
Intro: E C#m B B
E C#m B
You left the motor running.
E C#m B
But I know you're so attractive.
E C#m B
Getting in some sharp practice.
E C#m E
You better not do anything reckless.
A B
But ev'rybody is going through the motions.
A B
Ev'rybody is going through the motions.
A B
Are you really only going through the motions?
E C#m B
Lip service is all you ever get from me.
E C#m B
Lip service is all you ever get from me.
E C#m B
Lip service is all you ever get from me.
F#m
But if you change your mind,
G#m A B
you can send a little letter to me.
Don't make any sudden movements.
These are dangerous amusements.
When did you become so choosy?
Don't act like you're above me,
just look at your shoes.
E C#m B
Lip service is all you ever get from me.
Lip service is all you ever get from me.
Lip service is all you ever get from me.
F#m
But if you change your mind,
G#m A
you can send a little letter to me.
But if you change your mind,
you can send a little letter to me.
But if you change your mind,
you can send a little letter to me.
D(add E) Am/C Bm7(add E) Am E6
E A D G B e E A D G B e E A D G B e E A D G B e E A D G B e
x x o 2 5 2 x 3 x 2 1 o x 2 x 2 3 o x o 2 2 1 o o 2 2 1 2 o
Note: d c b a E
Living In Paradise
From: mats@omega.physchem.kth.se (Mats Jansson tel: 790 71 93)
Intro:
Play 4 times
Rhythm:1 . 2 . 3 . 4 .
Chord: G G D D
D G D G
I don't like those other guys looking at your curves.
D G D G
I don't like you walking round with physical jerks.
D G D G
Ev'rything they say and do is getting on my nerves.
D G D
Soon they will be lucky to be picking up the perks.
G F#m Bm
'Cause when they pull the shutters down and throw up in the dark,
F#m G A
they'll find out that all the dogs outside bite much worse than they bark.
D Em7 Bm
Here we are living in paradise, living in luxury.
F#m Bm
Oh the, the thrill is here, but it won't last long.
F#m E
You better have your fun before it moves along.
D A Bm G
And you're already looking for another, a fool like me.
I call you Betty Felon 'cause you are a pretty villain.
And I think that I should tell them that you'd make a pretty killing.
'Cause meanwhile, up in heaven they are waiting at the gate,
saying, "We always knew you'd make it, didn't think you'd come this late.
And now it's much too dangerous to stop what you've begun
when ev'ryone in paradise carries a gun.
Here we are living in paradise...
Later in the evening when arrangements are made,
I'll be at the keyhole outside your bedroom door.
'Cause I'm the first to know whenever the plans are laid
that never go further than floor to floor.
You think that I don't know the boy that you're touching,
but I'll be at the video and I will be watching.
Here we are living in paradise...
Repeat and fade:
D A Bm G
And you're already looking for another, a fool like me.
Lipstick Vogue
From: mats@omega.physchem.kth.se (Mats Jansson tel: 790 71 93)
Bm(no 3rd)
Don't say you love me when it's just a rumour.
Don't say a word if there is any doubt.
G E
Sometimes I think that love is just a tumour;
Bm(no 3rd)
you've got to cut it out.
You say you're sorry for the things that you've done.
You say you're sorry but you know you don't mean it.
I wouldn't worry. I had so much fun.
Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being.
G Em D F#m/C#
It's you, not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue.
G/B Em F# Bm(no 3rd)
It's you, not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue, oh yeah.
Bm A Bm G Bm(no 3rd)
Bm(no 3rd)
Get to the slot machine almost dead on arrival.
Just hit me one more time with that live wire.
G Em
Maybe they've told you you were only a girl in a million.
Bm(no 3rd) G
You say I've got no feelings; this is a good way to kill them.
Em Bm(no 3rd)
Bm(no 3rd)
Select the control and then insert the token.
You wanna throw me away but I'm not broken.
G Em
You've got a lot to say. Well, I'm not joking.
Bm(no 3rd)
There are some words that don't allow to be spoken.
G Em Bm(no 3rd)
Sometimes I feel just like a human being.
G Em D F#m/C#
It's you, not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue.
G/B Em F# Bm(no 3rd)
It's you, not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue, oh yeah.
Bm(no 3rd)
Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue.
Bm(no 3rd)
Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue.
Bm(no 3rd)
Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue.
Bm(no 3rd) G Em
Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue.
Night Rally
From: mats@omega.physchem.kth.se (Mats Jansson tel: 790 71 93)
Intro: Chord: E, notes: c c c c c a g#
E A E
I would send out for assistance, but there's someone on the signal wire
E A
and the corporation logo is flashing on and off in the sky.
A
They're putting all your names in the forbidden book.
G#m F#m B7
I know what they're doing, but I don't want to look.
B7
You think they're so dumb, you think they're so funny.
Wait until they've got you running to the
A E A E A E
night rally, night rally, night rally.
G Em
Ev'rybody's singing with their hand on their heart
Am D
about deeds done in the darkest hour.
G Em
That's just the sort of catchy little melody
F# B F#
to get you singing in the showers.
E
Oh, I know that I'm ungrateful. I've got it lying on a plate,
A E
and I'm not bying my share of souvenirs.
E
You can stand to attention; you can pray to your uncle.
A
Only get that chicken out of here.
A
Ev'ryone get armbands and 3-D glasses.
G#m B7
Some are in the back row, and they're taking those night classes.
B7
You think they're so dumb, you think they're so funny.
Wait until they've got you running to the
A E A E A E
night rally, night rally, night rally.
A E A E A E
night rally, night rally, night rally.
Radio Radio
tabbed by phillip@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Phillip Charles Saunders)
|E B7 E|B |E B7 E|B |
E B
I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial
A E
Doing anything my radio advised.
B
With every one of those late night stations
A C#m
Playing songs, bringing tears to my eyes.
A B
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
A/C# B/D#
When the switch broke 'cause it's old.
A/E B/F#
They're saying things that I can hardly believe.
B E
They really think we're getting out of control.
E C#m
Radio is the sound salvation.
B
Radio is cleaning up the nation.
A E B E
They say you better listen to the voice of reason.
A E B C#m
But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason.
B C#m
So you had better do as you are told.
B E
You better listen to the radio.
|E B7 E|B |E B7 E|B |
Am E
I want to bite the hand that feeds me.
Am E
I want to bite that hand so badly.
C#m B7
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me.
Some of my friends sit around every evening
And they worry about the times ahead.
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
And the promise of an early bed.
You better shut up or get cut up;
They don't wanna hear about it.
It's only inches on the reel-to-reel.
And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
Trying to anaesthetise the way that you feel.
(chorus)
E B7 E B
E B7 E B
Wonderful radio
E B7 E B
Marvelous radio
E B7 E B
Wonderful radio
E B7 E B
Radio, radio.
E B7 E B
Radio, radio.
From: mats@omega.physchem.kth.se (Mats Jansson tel: 790 71 93)
Intro:
chords: E B7 E B E B7 E B
notes: e e e b a g f# f# f# f# f# f# e e e b a g f# f# f# f# f# f#
B E B
I was tuning in the shine of the light night dial
A E
doing anything my radio advised.
B
With ev'ry one of those late-night stations
A C#m
playing songs, bringing tears to my eyes,
A B
I was seriously thinking about hiding the reciever
A/C# B/D#
when the switch broke 'cause it's old.
A/E B/F#
They're saying things that I can hardly believe.
B E
They really think we're getting out of control.
C#m
Radio is the sound salvation.
B
Radio is cleaning up the nation.
A E B E
They say you better listen to the voice of reason.
A E
But they don't give you any choice
B C#m
'cause they think that it's treason.
B C#m
So you had better do as you are told.
B
You better listen to the radio.
Intro
Am E
I want to bite the hand that feeds me.
Am E
I want to bite that hand so badly.
C#m B7
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me.
Some of my friends sit around ev'ry evening
and they worry about the times ahead.
But ev'ryone is overwhelmed by indif'rence
and the promise of an early bed.
You either shut up or get cut up;
they don't wanna hear about it.
It's only inches on the reel-to-reel.
And the radio is in the hands
of such a lot of fools
tryin' to aneasthetise the way that you feel.
Radio is the sound salvation...
In the next section the intro is played (listen to the song)
Wonderful radio. Marvellous radio. Wonderful radio.
Radio, radio. Radio, radio. Radio, radio.
B E A E A E B7 E
Big Tears
{title:Big Tears}
{st:Elvis Costello}
# Convert this to PostScript with CHORD: for info see:
# http://www.lib.uchicago.edu/keith/lyrics.html
# Keith Waclena
# http://www.lib.uchicago.edu/keith/
[G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C]
[G]Everyone is busy with their [Em]regular routine
The [D]sniper just takes his [G]aim
[C]Everyone is window shoppin, [Am]no one is amazed
[C]Get hit in the head and you still [Am]think that it's a graze
[D]You go to a mov[G]ie
[D]You go to a show
[D]You think that your liv[G]in'
[D]You don't really know
{start_of_chorus}
[C]Big [G]tears [C]mean [D]nothing
[C]You can't [Em]count them [Am]as they [D]fall
[C]Big [G]tears [C]mean [D]nothing
When you're [A]lying and you're [D]coughin'
Tell me [G]who'[F]s [C] [D] been taken in?
{end_of_chorus}
[G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C]
Oh you [G]talk about the new boys [Em]automatic clause
But of [D]course they make it all up for [G]you
[C]I was fascinated by the [Am]weird edge of town
[C]Come home disappointed every [Am]time they put you down
[D]Laughing at the old [G]boys
[D]Saying that its all [G]noise
[D]I suppose
{c:chorus}
[G]All the buttons on my [Em]overcoat they have [D]fallen off one by [G]one
[C]You wouldn't even like me if you'd [Am]never had a drink
[C]You wouldn't even like me if you'd [Am]never stopped to think
[D]Standin' in the shad[G]ow
[D]* [G]
[D]Don't you know?
{c:chorus}
Tell me [G]who'[F]s [C] [D] b
Crawling To The U.S.A.
Transcribed by Marika Whaley (whaley.24@osu.edu)
Thanks to Bill Nemec for his suggestion on the opening chords.
Opening chords: G (two beats) G7 (four beats)
C Am C F C
I thought I would go to the sea and shrink down very tiny
C Am C F C
And slide inside the telephone wire that runs under the briny
F Bb F Bb G
Till I found there is a way of crawling to the U.S.A.
C Bb C
You had better not go too far
F Bb F
There's one way out, there's only one way
C Bb C
Leave your mother and your father
F Bb G
Crawling to the U.S.A.
C Am
Saw it late one night on a secret channel
C Am
(Crawling to the U.S.A.)
C Am
It's farther on along the tunnel
C Am
(Crawling to the U.S.A.)
F Bb F
It's way beyond the final station
F Bb
That's the one they never mention
(same as above)
You had better not go too far
There's one way out, there's only one way
Leave your mother and your father
Crawling to the U.S.A.
(same as "Saw it late one night..." above)
You don't have to pay them that much
You had better bring your lunch
It's undercover, around the houses
Up your skirt and down your trousers
You had better not go too far
There's one way out, there's only one way
Leave your mother and your father
Crawling to the U.S.A.
(same as first verse above)
She said, "I catch you taking liberties and they do not impress me
Attach me to your credit card and then you can undress me
Everybody is on their knees except the Russians and the Chinese
You had better not go too far
There's one way out, there's only one way
Leave your mother and your father
Crawling to the U.S.A.
fade out
C Am
Crawling to the U.S.A.
Running Out Of Angels
tabbed by Mark Schnitzius (schnitzi@east.isx.com)
The blurb on the song:
"[This song] must have been recorded some time after This
Year's Model. [It is] rare in the sense that most songs
from this time were written in hotel rooms, rehearsed on
tour buses or at soundchecks and then recorded. There was
hardly ever any time to make demo tapes. However, this
is an exception... 'Running Out of Angels', which includes
a false start, sounds as if I was making it up as I went
along. I probably was."
Note from Matt Walsh [walshmp@auburn.edu]:
"Anyhow, I was looking through the guitar tablatures, specifically at "Running
Out of Angels" (from the extended-play on "This Year's Model"), and I've one
small correction to make. After Costello breaks off in the middle of the
song and restarts, he's playing a semitone higher than he'd been playing
before... thus the G chords become G#, and so on. (It took me a while to
figure that out from the recording, but I'm pretty sure that's what happens.
Maybe that's why he had to stop to begin with.)"
------------------------------------------------------------
Spoken: 'Alright.'
G F G F
G F G F
G F G F
They say they're running out of angels
G F G F
They say I'm running out of time
G F G F
Oh you don't have to be lucky
G F G F
It is easier than trying, now they're bringing down a
C Bb C Am D C
Hammer on anything that sells
Spoken: 'No, sorry, I blew it on the first one.'
G F G F
G F G F
G F G F
They say they're running out of angels
G F G F
They say I'm running out of time
G F G F
Oh you don't have to be lucky
G F G F
It is easier than trying, now they're bringing down a
C Bb C Am D C
Hammer on anything that sells
C Bb
I suppose you're a winner
C Am D C D C
Because they're running out of angels
G F G F G F G F
All the lies upon the tongues of all the girls upon the rails
G F G D C D C
Will ruin any man who moved too soon
G F G F G F G F
All except the one who seems to know more than she tells
G F G
You know she looks just like an angel
F G F D C D C
but she sings so out of tune
G F G F
They say they're running out of angels
G F G F
They say I'm running out of time
G F G F
Oh you don't have to be lucky
G F G F
It is easier than trying, now they're bringing down a
C Bb C Am D C
Hammer on anything that sells
C Bb
I suppose you're a winner
C Am D C D C
Because they're running out of angels
G F G F G F G
Oh
Green Shirt
From: William Vaughan
Here's Elvis Costello's "Green Shirt" from the demo version off
the Ryko reissued of "This Years Model". The original version is
on "Armed Forces" and has very little guitar. For the demo
version, there is an extra verse (the last one). Be sure to
concentrate on the bass strings of the chords and use the up and
down picking motion EC does (listen to the record for details)
*verse 1*
C
There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen
F
That comes into my room every night
C
And she takes all the red, yellow, orange and green
F
And she turns them into black and white.
*chorus*
C
And you tease
F
And you flirt
Bb Bb/A Bb/G F
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
Bb F C
You can please yourself, but somebody's going to get it
Bb F C
Better cut off all identifying labels
Bb F G
Before they get you on the touture table
*same as first verse*
Cause somewhere in the quisling clinic
There's a short time typist taking seconds over minutes
She's listening into the Venus line
She's picking out names, I hope none of them are mine
C
And you tease
F
And you flirt
Bb Bb/A Bb/G F
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
Bb F C
You can tease yourself, but somebody's going to get it
Bb F
Never said I was a stool pigeon
Bb F
Never said I was a diplomat
Bb F
Everybody is under suspicion but
C F
You don't want to hear about that
C
And you tease
F
And you flirt
Bb Bb/A Bb/G F
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
Bb F C
You can please yourself, but somebody's going to get it
Bb F C F
Better send the naked ledger to the big investigation
Bb F C F
Who put these finger prints on my imagination
*same as verse 1*
There are wives in the windows
There are wives in the walls
There are wives in the kitchens
And wives in the halls
There are wives on poles
There are wives in your face
There are wives in holes
Coming out all over the place
C
And you tease
F
And you flirt
Bb Bb/A Bb/G F
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
Bb F C
You can please yourself, but somebody's going to get it
*same*
You can please yourself, but somebody's going to get it
You can please yourself, but somebody's going to get it
Big Boys
From: William Vaughan
Big Boys (demo)
E
I am starting to function
In the usual way
Everything is so provocative
Very very, temporary
E
I shall walk (I shall walk)
Out of this place (out of this place)
I shall walk
A
Out on you
'Cause you go silly
If she's willing
B A E
Trying so hard to be like the big boys
G
So you take her to the pictures
Em
Trying to become a fixture
G
Inch by inch trying to reach her
Em
All the way through the second feature
C D
Worrying about your physical fitness
C D A E
Tell me how you got this sickness, Oh ohhhh..
E
I was caught in the suction
By a face like a truncheon
I was down upon one knee
Stroking her vanity
E
I was stuck on a hammerhead
I came alive and left for dead
As my face returned to red
Choking on my pride and pity
E
We can talk (we can talk)
Until your face is blue ('til your face is blue)
A
We can talk but she'll get to you
After you've been loved and hated
By the ones you've watched and waited
Found that they were overrated
B E A
She'll be the one - when the party's over
B E A
She'll be the one - when the girls have gone home
B E A
She'll be the one - that you'll wish you'd held onto
B E A
She'll be the one - but it's too late for you to
B E A
She'll be the one - who knows all your history
B E
She'll be the one -
A
So you can cross her off your list
B A
And you try so hard
B A
And you try so hard
B A
And you try so hard
E
To be like the big boys