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45
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
(play stacatto)
A5
G5 D5 C5
Bells are chiming for victory
D5 C5 G5 A5
There's a page back in history
D5 A5
45 G5 D5 C5
They came back to the world that they fought for
D5 C5 G5
Didn't turn out just like they thought
A5 D5 A5
45
D E D/F# E/G#
Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
D/A E/B (guitar+bass)
What do you lose, what do you gain, what do you win?
Nine years later a child is born
There's a record, so you put it on
45
Nine years more, if we're lucky now
Nine-year-old puts his money down
45
Every scratch. every click, every heartbeat
Every breath that I held for you
45
There's a stack of shellac and vinyl
Which is yours now and which is mine?
45
Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
What do you lose, what do you gain, what do you win?
A5 D5
Bass and treble heal every hurt
C5 G5
There's a rebel in a nylon shirt
A5 G5 D5
But the words are a mystery, I've heard
F#5 B5 (F#m and Bm on organ)
'Til you turn it down to 33 and 1/3
A5 G5 D5 C5 D5
'Cos it helps with the elocution
C5 G5
Corporations turn revolutions
A5 G5 A5
45
So don't just weep and shed
Just change your name instead
What do you lose when it all goes to your head?
I heard something peculiar said:
"Perhaps he's got a shot and now he's dead"
45
Bells are chiming and tears are falling
It creeps up on you without a warning
45
Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat
Every breath that I bless
I'd be lost, I confess
45
A G A G to fade
Spooky Girlfriend
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
Many of the chords are implicit.
F#m C#7 x2
F#m C#7
I want a girl to make a mess
F#m A
To do no wrong she must confess
F#m C#7
And then perhaps hitch up her dress
D A E
'Cos when the flashbulbs explode
D A E
She's such a sensitive soul...
F#m C#7 x2
F#m C#7
I want a girl who is helpless and frail
F#m A
Who won't pull on my ponytail
F#m C#7
I want a girl who has no past
F#m
She's made up now
A
But that won't last
D A E
'Cos when she sits on my knee
D A E
And then she whispers to me
F#m
"Can't you see
I could be
C#7
I could be
F#m C#7
Your spooky girlfriend"
F#m
"I could be
C#7
I could be
F#m C#7
Your spooky girlfriend"
F#m C#7 x2
The broken toys are all scattered in the attic
And the newspapers play with the words of the fanatic
And the greeting cards are your most poetic lyric
And the flat champagne is the sweet sugar syrup
F#m C#7
I want to paint you with glitter and with dirt
Picture you with innocence and hurt
The shutter closes
Exposes the shot
she says, "Are you looking up my skirt?"
When you say "No"
She says "Why not?"
I want a girl to turn my screw
To wind my watch, to buckle my shoe
And if she won't her mother will do
Cause when she does as she's told
We'll all turn platinum and gold
But when she sits on my knee
I hear her whispers to me
"Can't you see?
"I could be your spooky girlfriend" (repeat with F#m C#7 and vocal harmonies)
Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution)
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
Riff
G---2-0---2-0-0---
D-------2--------- x2
A-0---------------
intro:
riff
A
Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears?
G A riff
Who knows or cares what an imitation is?
Only you do
You can paint his nails
Make him wear high heels
G A riff
Why waste time altering the hemline?
Or do you?
E7
Tear off your own head
A
Tear off your own head
D Bm A riff
It's a doll revolution
You can bat your lashes
You can cut your strings
You can pull his hair with your moveable fingers
It looks so real
If one won't do it, so collect the set
Dress him in pink ribbons
Put him in a kitchenette
How does this feel?
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution
D
What's that sound?
A
It will turn you around
E7
It's a doll revolution
D
They're taking over
A
And they're tearing it down
E7 A(riff)
It's a doll revolution
You can pull and pinch him
'Till he cries and squeals
You can twist his body 'til it faces backwards
Those plastic features
You could make somebody a precious little wife
But don't let anybody tell you how to live your life
Broken pieces
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution (riff until the end)
Tear off your own head
Revolution
When I Was Cruel No. 2riff ():play these notes with less volume Fm D------------------------(3)-----------------------(3)---Eb-(Fm)--(3)---Eb-(Fm)- -(3)--- A---------------------(3)--(3)-------1-1--1-3-3-(3)--(3)-------(3)--(3)------- (3)---(3) E-1-1-0-1-3-3-1-3-4-4----------4-3-4-----4-------------------------------------- ------- Fm I exit through the spotlight glare I stepped out into thin air Eb Fm Into a perfume so rarefied Eb Fm "Here comes the bride" Not quite aside, they snide, "She's number four" "There's number three just by the door" Those in the know, don't even flatter her, they go one better "She was selling speedboats in a tradeshow when he met her" Fm7 Look at her now Fm5+ She's starting to yawn Fm7 Fm6 She looks like she was born to it Fm5+ But it was so much easier Fm When I was cruel She reaches out her arms to me Imploring: "Another melody?" So she can dance her husband out on the floor The captains of industry just lie there where they fall In eau-de-nil and pale carnation creation A satin sash and velvet elevation She straightens the tipsy head-dress of her spouse While hers recalls a honey house There'll be no sorrows left to drown Early in the morning in your evening gown But it was so much easier When I was cruel riff The entrance hall was arranged with hostesses and ushers Who turned out to be the younger wives nursing schoolgirl crushes Parting the waves of those few feint friends Fingers once offered are now too heavy to extend The ghostly first wife glides up on stage whispering to raucous talkers Spilling family secrets out to flunkeys and castrato walkers See that girl, Watch that scene Digging the "Dancing Queen" riff Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks Running a book on which of them is going to last the week One of them calls to me And he says, "I know you" "You gave me this tattoo back in '82" "You were a spoilt child then with a record to plug" "And I was a shaven headed seaside thug" "Things haven't really changed that much" "One of us is still getting paid too much" There are some things I can't report The memory of his last retort But it was so much easier When I was cruel riff Look at me now She's starting to yawn She looks like she was born to it Ah, but it was so much easier When I was cruel Fm to the end Soul For Hire
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
A2 B75+
EAGDBe EADGBe
x02200 x25243
(sometimes the chords are implicit)
riff
D-------2-4-- play stacatto
A-2-3-5------
Em EmMaj7
Hang my head and shut my eyes
Em7 Em6
What kind of justice is this?
Em EmMaj7
Fool I was, I thought that you fought fire with fire
Em7 Em6 B75+
Got to be more than just a soul for hire
E A2
Speaking for myself I wouldn't take the fame,
the fees, the glory E
A2
For whoring in the practice of the law
E
I make my case stop and stutter
A2
Soul comes unglued from the uppers
E
Blood is seeping in the hole
A2
A mother's eye is weeping
riff
I see every human kind
And still the truth is distant
I see every evil men do and desire
Got to be more than just a soul for hire
When it's time to give protection
To the ones who need it most, who are desperate
I get distracted from my job
Streams of ink and piles of paper
What are the breaks?
Jump out the window? Parole? Escape?
Blood is seeping in the hole
A mother's eye is weeping
riff
Hang my head and shut my eyes
I can't see justice twisted
I see every evil men do and desire
Got to be more than just a soul for hire
When it's time to give protection
To the ones who need it most, who are desperate
I get distracted from my job
Streams of ink and piles of paper
To hand them over to dopers and kiddie-rapers
corrupt in every twisted grudge
And that is just the judge
riff
Hang my head and shut my eyes
What kind of justice is this?
riff
Hang my head and shut my eyes
What kind of justice is this?
(riff and sequence for half of the verses x4)
some stacatto playing till the end
Sweet Dreams
Tear Off Your Own Head (It's a Doll Revolution)
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
Riff
G---2-0---2-0-0---
D-------2--------- x2
A-0---------------
intro:
riff
A
Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears?
G A riff
Who knows or cares what an imitation is?
Only you do
You can paint his nails
Make him wear high heels
G A riff
Why waste time altering the hemline?
Or do you?
E7
Tear off your own head
A
Tear off your own head
D Bm A riff
It's a doll revolution
You can bat your lashes
You can cut your strings
You can pull his hair with your moveable fingers
It looks so real
If one won't do it, so collect the set
Dress him in pink ribbons
Put him in a kitchenette
How does this feel?
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution
D
What's that sound?
A
It will turn you around
E7
It's a doll revolution
D
They're taking over
A
And they're tearing it down
E7 A(riff)
It's a doll revolution
You can pull and pinch him
'Till he cries and squeals
You can twist his body 'til it faces backwards
Those plastic features
You could make somebody a precious little wife
But don't let anybody tell you how to live your life
Broken pieces
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution (riff until the end)
Tear off your own head
Revolution
When I Was Cruel no. 2
riff ():play these notes with less volume
Fm
D------------------------(3)-----------------------(3)---Eb-(Fm)--(3)---Eb-(Fm)-
-(3)---
A---------------------(3)--(3)-------1-1--1-3-3-(3)--(3)-------(3)--(3)-------
(3)---(3)
E-1-1-0-1-3-3-1-3-4-4----------4-3-4-----4--------------------------------------
-------
Fm
I exit through the spotlight glare
I stepped out into thin air
Eb Fm
Into a perfume so rarefied
Eb Fm
"Here comes the bride"
Not quite aside, they snide, "She's number four"
"There's number three just by the door"
Those in the know, don't even flatter her, they go one better
"She was selling speedboats in a tradeshow when he met her"
Fm7
Look at her now
Fm5+
She's starting to yawn
Fm7 Fm6
She looks like she was born to it
Fm5+
But it was so much easier
Fm
When I was cruel
She reaches out her arms to me
Imploring: "Another melody?"
So she can dance her husband out on the floor
The captains of industry just lie there where they fall
In eau-de-nil and pale carnation creation
A satin sash and velvet elevation
She straightens the tipsy head-dress of her spouse
While hers recalls a honey house
There'll be no sorrows left to drown
Early in the morning in your evening gown
But it was so much easier
When I was cruel
riff
The entrance hall was arranged with hostesses and ushers
Who turned out to be the younger wives nursing schoolgirl crushes
Parting the waves of those few feint friends
Fingers once offered are now too heavy to extend
The ghostly first wife glides up on stage whispering to raucous talkers
Spilling family secrets out to flunkeys and castrato walkers
See that girl,
Watch that scene
Digging the "Dancing Queen"
riff
Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks
Running a book on which of them is going to last the week
One of them calls to me
And he says, "I know you"
"You gave me this tattoo back in '82"
"You were a spoilt child then with a record to plug"
"And I was a shaven headed seaside thug"
"Things haven't really changed that much"
"One of us is still getting paid too much"
There are some things I can't report
The memory of his last retort
But it was so much easier
When I was cruel
riff
Look at me now
She's starting to yawn
She looks like she was born to it
Ah, but it was so much easier
When I was cruel
Fm to the end
Soul for Hire
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
A2 B75+
EAGDBe EADGBe
x02200 x25243
(sometimes the chords are implicit)
riff
D-------2-4-- play stacatto
A-2-3-5------
Em EmMaj7
Hang my head and shut my eyes
Em7 Em6
What kind of justice is this?
Em EmMaj7
Fool I was, I thought that you fought fire with fire
Em7 Em6 B75+
Got to be more than just a soul for hire
E A2
Speaking for myself I wouldn't take the fame,
the fees, the glory E
A2
For whoring in the practice of the law
E
I make my case stop and stutter
A2
Soul comes unglued from the uppers
E
Blood is seeping in the hole
A2
A mother's eye is weeping
riff
I see every human kind
And still the truth is distant
I see every evil men do and desire
Got to be more than just a soul for hire
When it's time to give protection
To the ones who need it most, who are desperate
I get distracted from my job
Streams of ink and piles of paper
What are the breaks?
Jump out the window? Parole? Escape?
Blood is seeping in the hole
A mother's eye is weeping
riff
Hang my head and shut my eyes
I can't see justice twisted
I see every evil men do and desire
Got to be more than just a soul for hire
When it's time to give protection
To the ones who need it most, who are desperate
I get distracted from my job
Streams of ink and piles of paper
To hand them over to dopers and kiddie-rapers
corrupt in every twisted grudge
And that is just the judge
riff
Hang my head and shut my eyes
What kind of justice is this?
riff
Hang my head and shut my eyes
What kind of justice is this?
(riff and sequence for half of the verses x4)
some stacatto playing till the end
15 Petals
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
A-5h7-7-7-7-7--- from the third time another riff is played the same time
E------------5h7 x6 A-7-5-------5-
E-----7-0-7--
E-----7-0-7---
Em B7 Am
15 Petals
B7 Em A-7-5-------5-7-5---- riff*
One for every year I spent with you E-----7-0-7-------7-0
B7 Em * F#m Em
Jewels and precious metals will never do
G A
I love you twisted
C Em *
And I love you straight
G A C Em *
I'd write it down but I can't concentrate
A
Words won't obey they do as they please
Em
And all I am left with are these...
B7
15 Petals
Em
One for every year I spent with you
B7 Em * F#m Em
Jewels and precious metals will never do
The thorn is blunted
The perfume will fade
I stand where sun is set
I crave the shade
Down in the tavern with Mary and Joan
Palms reached for alms as they throw
15 Petals...
One for every hour that we're apart
Tears and useless battles
I'll never start
Mussolini highway
There's a frankincense tree
I picked some up there to carry with me
You take me to places where I'd never go
I love you more than you know
15 Petals
Scattered in the path where you will tread
15 Petals
Of vivid red
F#m Em x3 *till the end
Em
One wine-bar vamp with the polythene face
Ein Panzer Kommander with no hair in place
The crowded battallions drilled holes in the square
Tart
Tart
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
intro:Em D Em G
Em B7 Em Am
Hear silver trumpets will trill in the Arabic streets of Seville
D7
Oranges roll in the gutter
G
And you pick them up
B7
And pull back the skin
To the red fruit within
But the flavour is..
C G
Tart
Am
And the flavour is...
Em
Tart
F
Is it something you crave
And you say that you only feel bitterness
Am D Dsus4
When you know it's a lie, lie, lie?
Wild with a blackberry bush
there were blossoms of cherries to crush
There, at the edge of the asphalt tempting fingertips
You stain your hands, press too hard
They'll color your lips...
But the flavour is..
Tart
And the flavour is...
Tart
Is it something you crave
'Cos you say that you only feel bitterness
Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness?
Repeat intro
Odd, where nothing else grows
It was something like love that she chose
Always a creature of habit
When pity would do
She wore down that heel with no feeling
She kept on her shoes
But the flavour is..
Tart
And the flavour is...
Tart
Is it something you crave
'Cos you say that you only feel bitterness
Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness?
C G
Tart
Am
And the flavour is...
G
Tart
And the flavour is...
C G
Tart
Am
And the flavour is...
Em
Tart
Nylon was hung from a peg
And a kohl black seam ran down her leg
Fishermen look for their nets
And send their regrets
But the bug lay there broken
She spoke, "Is this some kind of joke?"
But the flavour is..
Tart
And the flavour is...
Tart
Is it something you crave
'Cos you say that you only feel bitterness
Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness?
Tart
And the flavour is...
Tart (repeat to fade)
Dust 2…
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
guitar riff:
Em
G-14(16)14-12-14-12-----------------
D-------------------14--------------
A-----------------------14-12-14---- x2
E--------------------------------12-
Em
If dust could only talk
What would we hear it say?
Am
Before it's brushed aside
Em
Just as it's swept away
It's just the evidence
It's of no consequence
It's only flesh and bone
Why don't you leave it alone?
G
If dust could only speak
D
Caught in a falling beam
Am
If dust could only cry
Em
If dust could only scream
G D
For it's the single witness that might testify
Am
Could I spit out the truth?
Em
Or would you rather just swallow a lie? riff
But dust is always caught beneath a coat of paint
Beneath the marble fingernails of kings and saints
And in the theatre curtain where they hang a drape
Or in the ticket pocket where your hands escape
Before they start to wander
Or they start to shrink
You rub your eye a little and appear to blink
And then she caught you staring
She knows just what you're thinking
What got into you was not a ghost as such
It was just dust riff
Em
D-14--------------
A----14-12-14----- x2
E-------------12--
Here comes the juggernaut
Here come The Poisoners
They choke the life and land
And rob the joy from us
Why do they taste of sugar
Oh, when they're made of money
Here comes the lamb of God
And the butcher's boy, Sonny
solo over Em
Well I believe we just
Become a speck of dust... (repeat 2 times)
Dissolve
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
A73badd (EADGBe
575658)
bass enters at fourth measure: E-3h5-3h5-3h5
bass line over this chord A--------------------5-3-
E-3h5-5-3-5-5-3-5-5-3-----
Sugar cube drop into a yellow cup
What makes the world just waking up
Resolve?
Dissolve
Who knows where on earth it's going to stop?
I can't hear you 'cos we're breaking up
Dissolve
E7
And the stones in the track make work for the mechanic
D
The birds all fly from the branches in a panic
G
And a back-fire echoes down the hillside
D E7
As the last headline report dies
A73badd
Dissolve
Ice is melting at the distant Pole
The gin and tonic glasses overflow
Dissolve
The precious little else that I could say
Yor stupid tears of laughter washed away
Dissolve
While the poisonous light pours from the picture palace
And it flickers on, tries so hard to be scandalous
A child keeps beating on a toy drum
And the tablets dropped on your tongue
Dissolve
"So salute me in moving frame"
"I might not be there when you look again"
The mourning border card behind the clock
The hour that he passed, unwound and stopped
Dissolve
Alibi
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
F#m D E (x2)
F#m
You did it, 'cos you want it
D E
Alibi, alibi
F#m
And you took it, 'cause you need it
D E
Alibi, alibi
A E7 A
But if I've done something wrong
E7 A
There're no ifs and buts
E7 A
'Cause I love you just as much
E7 F#m
As I hate your guts
Alibi, alibi, alibi...
You don't need anybody
Alibi, alibi
But you are the only one who knows this
Alibi, alibi
You deserve it, 'cause you're special
Alibi, alibi
Maybe Jesus wants you for a sunbeam
Alibi, alibi
But if I left something out I apologize
But if you look in my eyes
Then I sure you will see
Alibis, alibis, alibis...
C Em F
Sometimes I'm so forgiving ohhhh oh
G
Everything seems bad to me ohhhh oh
C Em F
But I can't go on living ohhhh oh
With this
F#m
Alibi, alibi, alibi, alibi...
Insane, but I'm mundane
Alibi, alibi
and you only wanted to be famous
Alibi alibi
Sorry that your mummy doesn't love you
Alibi, alibi
Stop me, if you've heard this
Alibi, alibi
But if I've done something right
Then don't be surprise
There are soldiers who will kill
But be refuse to die
But if I've done something wrong
There are no ifs and buts
'Cause I love you just as much
As I hate your guts
Alibi, alibi, alibi, alibi...
You were weak
You couldn't help it
Alibi, alibi
But you never had opponent
Alibi, alibi
But if I left something out I apologize.
But if you look in my eyes
Then I sure you will see
Alibis, alibis, alibis
And you are such a people person
Alibi, alibi
And I will be true to you forever
Alibi, alibi
But you stupid and you lazy
Alibi, alibi
And may be we can make the future better
Alibi, alibi
But if I've done something wrong
There's no ifs and buts
'Cause I love you just as much
As I hate your guts
Alibi, alibi, alibi
Sometimes I'm so forgiving ohhhh oh
Everything seems bad to me ohhhh oh
But I can't go on living ohhhh oh
With this
Alibi, alibi, alibi,
You were happy
You were poor
And more honest
And that's your
Alibi, alibi
Sister is a whore
Brother isnīt sure
Alibi, alibi
You don't fit the body that you're trapped in
Alibi, alibi
Papa's got a brand new
Alibi, alibi
But if I've done something wrong
There are no ifs and buts
'Cause I love you just as much
As I hate your guts
But if I left something out I apologize.
But if you look in my eyes
Then I sure you will see
Alibis, alibis, alibis
…Dust
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
bass intro:
D-2----------- D-2--------
A---2-0-2---0-2 x3 A---2-0-2--
E--------0---- E---------0
riff (play stacatto) (with first figure of the bass intro)
D-2-2-2-2--------------2-2-2-2-----------2-
A---------2-3-5-2-3-5----------2-3-5-2-3---
Em (with first figure of the bass intro)
If dust could only talk
What would we hear it say?
before it's brushed aside
Just as it's swept away
It's just the evidence
It's of no consequence
It's only flesh and bone
Why don't you leave it alone?
If dust could only gather into lines of chalk
Around a silhouette detective fiction walks
For it's the only witness that can testify
Am
Can I spit out the truth
Em
Or would you rather just swallow a lie?
riff x2
Why did they dam the land?
How did they flood the plain?
Did they erase the name?
And wipe away the stain
You kept your mouth well shut
Appeared to turn your coat
Now there's a name for you but it's stuck in my throat
If dust could only mutter
Or in laughter trill
If it could warn and whisper from the windowsill
For it's the only witness that can testify
Can I spit out the truth?
Or would you rather just swallow a lie?
Em
Here comes the juggernaut
Here come The Poisoners
Am
They choke the life and land
Em
And rob the joy from us
Why do they taste of sugar
When they are made of money
Am
Here come the Lamb of God
Em
And the butcher's boy, Sonny
(solo over Em)
If dust could only gather in a needle track
Then it would skip a beat and it would jump right back
If dust could only gather in a needle track
Then it would skip a beat
And all the sense I lack
Daddy Can I Turn This?
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
riff: B5 B5/A E-0-2 G5 2-E5 (x4)
(listen to the record for correct rhythm)
D5 C5 D5 G5 D5
There is a button and there's a switch
C5 D5 G5 D5
There is a needle and there's a dial
C5 D5 G5 D5
There is a lever I want to lift
C5 D5 G5 (riff)
And still you treat me like I'm a child
(doublestop over the B5 on 3rd time
B-12-
G-11-)
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
Will it be very dangerous?
Or will it taste nice?
You wash your hands with perfume and spice
I'll tell you when I want your advise
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
Is anybody acting your age?
You got a girl you keep in a cage
You give her presents after a while
A birthday cake containing a file
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
D5 A5 D5 A5
The flashing lights go running 'round and 'round
D5 A5
It spits out money
D5 A5
It tastes like honey
D5
So drink it down G5 A5 (x3) G5 C5
Daddy(riff played two times instead of four, doublestop ond 2nd)
It leaves the slightest chemical taste
It could be most unfortunate
Earrings that jangle before they're seen
She slaps your face like a tambourine
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
(riff)
Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy (riff and doublestop) 3 times
solo over D and A
end on B5 and lots of noise
My Little Blue Window
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
D A D
This is a calling card
G D A
Maybe it will be a farewell note
G Dinv Em D
The poison fountain pen now requires the antidote
G D
And if I avert your gaze
G D A
And I should become a shrinking flower
G Dinv
Just punch me on the arm
Em D
This could be our finest hour
Bm Bm/A
'Til now this was my view
Bm/Ab GMaj7
But I'm counting on you
D
How am I ever going to make you see?
Bm C c b Am
Nothing in this ugly world comes easily
I want you to be...
G D G D
My lovely hooligan
G D G D
Come by and smash my pane
G D G D
'Til I can see right through
G D G D
My little blue window
This is a fingerprint
Maybe you will feel a fond caress
But when you start to speak
Are you tempted to confess?
Well, I was a gloomy soul
Never thought I'd see a brighter day
The dark interior
Blows those silver clouds away
'Til now this was my view
But I'm counting on you
How am I ever going to make you see?
Nothing in this ugly world comes easily
I want you to be...
My lovely hooligan
Come by and smash my pane
'Til I can see right through
My little blue window
(repeat twice)
Episode Of Blonde
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
Am(EC improvises a lot over this chord)
I spy for the "Spirit of Curiousity"
All the scandals of each vain monstrosity
I gossip and I pry and I insinuate
If the failure is great
Then it tends to fascinate
main brass over Am arr for guit e-7-7-7-8-7----8----7-7-7-8-7---
B-----------10---10----------10-
main brass line over Dm arr for guit e-10-10-10-12-10----12----------
B----------------13----10-------
maing brass line over B7 arr for guit B-12-12-12-13-12-10-
G-------------------
A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain
Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane
Dm Am
Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10-pin bowling lane
B7 E7
But nothing could compare with that explosion of fame
Am
So you jumped back with alarm
Every Elvis has his army
Every rattlesnake its charm
Dm
Can you still hear me?
Am
Am I coming through just fine?
B7 E7
Your memory was buried in a simple box of pine
A
Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak?
Bm
Was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek?
E F#m
It's such a shame that you had to break the heart
Bm D A F#m D
You could have counted on but the last thing you need is another
E7 Am
...Episode of blonde
Revolving like a jeweller's figure on a music box
Spangled curtain parted and a night-club scene unlocks
Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow spot
Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all she's got
To the last gasp of a wounded bandeon
Tiny man imploring to the cieling fan
This stolen feeling
Amplified up through a busted speaker
Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorted beyond reason
Into the street where petty crime-coats shadow panic drunkards,
Half out of the taxi cab the barker seized my elbow
He thought I was another lonely, likely pilgrim looking for St.Telmo
Did her green eyes...
I tried to keep a straight face but you know it never pays
He would stare into those eyes and then vacation in her gaze
She was a cute little ruin that he pulled out of the rubble
Noe they are both living in a soft soap bubble
The film producer's contemplating, entertaining suicide
The picture crumpled in his fist, his runaway child bride
The timepiece stretched across a wrist
She couldn't care less cast aside
The scent that so repelled him that he swore: "insecticide"
And there's a farewell note to mother
That will conclude "Your loving Son"
"Oh, tell your other children not to do as I have done."
A
Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak?
F#m
Or was there a fire engine red that she left upon your cheek?
D A D E7
It's such a shame It's such a shame, shame, shame
F#m
shame you had to break the heart
Bm D A F#m
You could have counted on but the last thing you need
A F#m
it's the last thing you want
D
is another
E7 A F#m
...Episode of blonde
D
is another
E7 A F#m
...Episode of blonde
D
is another
E7 Am
...Episode of blonde
So an artist drags a toothbrush across the first thing that he sees
And names the painting "Christ's Last Exit into Purgatory"
Receiving secret messages from an alien intelligence
Paying off his stalker it's a legitimate expense
So paste up pictures of those shrill and hollow girls
With puckered lips
She's a trophy on your arm
A magnet for your money clip
The moral of this story is the sorry tale to say
They're pieced with links of chains so they can never run away
Radio Silence
transcribed by Pablo Alonso
loop G/D D (x2)
D(with loop) F#m
Signal fading, listen to what I'm saying
Testing, testing
G(with loop)
This better be worth all the breath I'm wasting
Mantaining radio silence from now on
Barricaded in the talk radio station
Hostages taken
The red "On Air" light shines on
Something cheaper that passes for free speech
Will have to do
Bm F#m Bm F#m
Hear him coming through loud and clear
Bm F#m Bm F#m
He's trickining in your ear
C G Am Em Am Em D A-3h5-5-----3h5-5--- play until
"conundrum"
He'll tell you anything you want to hear E-------5-5-------5- at F#m play
A-2h4-4-----2h4-
4---
The tape starts running E-------2-2------
-2-
He's going to tell you something
The strings start strumming
Another humdrum conundrum
Sininng off now
Mantaining radio silence from now on
But there's one thing I should have said
"The hostage will end up dead"
It's just a comedy
The hostage is me
So pay the ransom
Beyond the run-out groove
Get my wife down there
An helicopter on the roof (bass until here)
No police marksman
Mantaining radio silence from now on
Mystery voices
Drowned out by too much choice
Not to mention
The sad waste of this wonderful invention
Mantaining radio silence from now on
Libraries filed up with failed ideas
There's nothing more for me there
I trust in tender ink and gentle airs
(loops during all the verse)
Do those drugs dealears still polish women made of wax?
Gangsters and world leaders
Require the same prottection (bass until here) from attack
>From this distance it's hard to tell the difference
G/D
Between a king and a jack
D G/D
Between a poet and a hack
D G/D D G/D D G/D to the end
Mantaining radio silence from now on
All lyrics, except Radio Silence, taken and corrected from www.sing365.com
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