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==Credits== | ==Credits== | ||
* Written by: '''[[ | * Written by: '''[[Elvis Costello]]''' | ||
* Produced by: '''[[Mitchell Froom]]''' and '''[[Elvis Costello]]''' | * Produced by: '''[[Mitchell Froom]]''' and '''[[Elvis Costello]]''' | ||
* Musicians: | * Musicians: |
Revision as of 02:43, 11 November 2006
Lyrics - Credits - Discography - Covers - Bootlegs - Chords
LyricsFigure hanging on a leather band
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Credits
DiscographyAlbums:
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Bootlegs
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Chords
Tabbed by TPPD
(Intro Chord) D
(Verse 1) D F#m Bm7 D7 Figure hanging on a leather band G Bm7 Em7 Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand Em7 A D A Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time A Bbdim D Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime
(Chorus) D Dmaj7 Bm7 Em7 So stay the hands, arrest the time Em7 Bbdim(Db bass) D Till I am captured by your touch Bm7 Gm/Bb Bbm F Blessings I don't count, small mercies and such F Am7 Dm7 G The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour
(Verse 2) D F#m Bm7 D7 Now there's a tragic waste of brutal youth G Bm7 Em7 Strip and polish this unvarnished truth Em7 A D A The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose A Bbdim D The crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuse...
(Chorus) D Dmaj7 Bm7 Em7 So stay the hands, arrest the time Em7 Bbdim(Db bass) D Till I am captured by your touch Bm7 Gm/Bb Bbm F Blessings I don't count, small mercies and such F Am7 Dm7 G The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour
(Verse 3) D F#m Bm7 D7 Put out my eyes so I may never spy G Bm7 Em7 Waving branches as they're waving goodbye Em7 A D A Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste A Bbdim D The murmuring brooks had best speak up, it's a terrible waste...
(Chorus) D Dmaj7 Bm7 Em7 So stay the hands, arrest the time Em7 Bbdim(Db bass) D Till I am captured by your touch Bm7 Gm/Bb Bbm F Blessings I don't count, small mercies and such F Am7 Dm7 G The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour