Favourite Hour

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Lyrics Figure hanging on a leather band Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime (Chorus:) So stay the hands, arrest the time Till I am captured by your touch Blessings I don't count, small mercies and such The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour Now there's a tragic waste of brutal youth Strip and polish this unvarnished truth The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose The crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuse... (Repeat Chorus) Put out my eyes so I may never spy Waving branches as they're waving goodbye Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste The murmuring brooks had best speak up, it's a terrible waste... (Repeat Chorus)

Credits Written by: D.P.A. MacManus Produced by: Mitchell Froom and Elvis Costello Musicians: Elvis Costello - vocals, piano Discography Albums: Brutal Youth, 1994 Brutal Youth (Deluxe Edition), Rhino, 2002 This section may be incomplete. Singles: This section may be incomplete. Collections: Album Name, Year This section may be incomplete. Alternate Versions: Favourite Hour (Church Studios version) Brutal Youth (Deluxe Edition), Rhino, 2002 This section may be incomplete. Soundtracks: none Various Artists collections: none Covers Recorded by: none This section may be incomplete. Performed by: none This section may be incomplete. Bootlegs This section is incomplete.

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

Internal links

• Elvis Costello Home Page: Brutal Youth | lyrics | chords | BY info page 1
• Template:Favourite Hour

External links

• Elvis Costello on Rhino Brutal Youth reissue page