Chordproc: Felice Brothers : Misc

Felice Brothers : Misc


  1. Aerosol Ball
  2. The Big Surprise
  3. Got What I Need
  4. Penn Station
  5. Plunder
  6. Run, Chicken, Run

Aerosol Ball

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Em
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Bm
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Em
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Bm
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Cm
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Em
Bm
The rain in Maine is made of novacane
Cm
D
In the Florida Keys, it's made of Antifreeze
G
Em
Bm
In Maryland it's made of heroine
Cm
D
In Minnesota it's made of baking soda
G
Em
Bm
Every tooth in Duluth is Baby Ruth proof
Cm
D
Every roof is as white as a 20-watt light
G
C
G
The doll of St. Paul at the aerosol ball
C
D
She's such a special girl, she's been around the world
G
C
G
She made her home in an air-conditioned dome
C
D
She's such a precious thing, she's dancing to the king
G
Em
Bm
Move your feet to the beat I'm back on Lucky Street
Cm
D
Well I'm on a lucky streak on Lucky Street
G
Em
Bm
Come sit on my lap in a Phrygian cap
Cm
D
I've been looking for a mix of sex and politics
G
Em
Bm
Well the cat ate the rat and the beast ate the cat
Cm
D
And the boy ate the beast and the beast made him fat
G
Em
Bm
And he sat in a puddle and paddled with a spoon
Cm
D
And bloated like a bubble and floated to the moon
G
C
G
The doll of St. Paul at the aerosol ball
C
D
She's such a special girl, she's been around the world
G
C
G
She made her home in an air-conditioned dome
C
D
She's such a precious thing, she's dancing to the king
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Em
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Bm
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Cm
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D
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G
Em
Bm
Well her makeup and wigs are made of squealing pigs
Cm
D
And her hands and her arms are made by Pepperidge Farms
G
Em
Bm
And her face and her neck are made by Sinopec
Cm
D
And the lines on her palms are made by Viacom
G
Em
Bm
And her dreams and her thoughts are made by Microsoft
Cm
D
She's the doll of St. Paul
G
C
G
The doll of St. Paul at the aerosol ball
C
D
She's such a special girl she's been all around the world
G
C
G
She made her grave in an air-conditioned cave
C
D
She's such a special girl, she's been around the world, dancing with the king
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Em
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Bm
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Cm
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Em
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Bm
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Cm
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G



The Big Surprise

Get the boys turn on the show Get the cameras set to go Go tell the host he's on in five It's the day of the big surprise Oh the waves will rise and crash And they'll pound your ship of glass And the boy in the crow's nest will cry "It's the day of the big surprise" See how the harbour lights do burn See the wheel of fortune turn It'll turn so fast the gears will bind On the day of the big surprise Your jazzy band has lost its swing Revolution's lost its ring When all your love has been a lie It's the day of the big surprise You got his letters in your purse It's got me wondering which is worse The day I fell into your eyes Or the day of the big surprise Grab your shovel, let's get to it There's no one way of how to do it And there will be no woes or sad goodbyes On the day of the big surprise



Got What I Need

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D|-------4-4---W--------4-4---W-------5-5---W-------4-4---W------------------|
A|-------5-----W--------5-----W-------5-----W-------5-----W------------------|
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D
Drink some colored drink
D
Fall in love and run
G
Lost my shoes I think
D
So my runnin's done
A
They say the world I see
G
Will get the best of me
Bm
A
G
But I got what I need
D
Had a girl one time But she up and left me Sometimes I wonder why I guess she didn't like me They say the world of love Will get the best of us But I got what I need Against an old oak tree The river by my side Ain't got no money Sleep in my car at night But I don't mind No it don't bother me Cause I got what I need



Penn Station

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E7
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B
C#m
B
A
Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord
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E7
A
B
C#m
B
A
Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord
A
B
E
In Penn station tonight
A
B
E
With a toothbrush and a comb
A
B
C#m
B
A
Five dollars and a dead cell phone, oh Lord
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B
E
No photo ID
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B
C#m
B
A
No past to torture me, oh Lord
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B
E
No past to torture me
Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord In Penn station tonight Oh, how sweetly I do sleep On the bathroom tile where the porters sweep With a nickel in my hand Like the star of Bethlehem, oh Lord Like the star of Bethlehem And I know on track number seven There's a train to take me to heaven, Lord But a faster train's coming near Got the devil engineers, oh Lord Got the devil engineers Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord In the Penn station tonight And I know on track number seven There's a train to take me to heaven, Lord But a faster train's coming near Got the devil engineers, oh Lord Got the devil engineers



Plunder

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G
C
G
I had a dog named Archibald
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G
F
The biggest dog in town
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G
C
G
Him and this other dog named Bobby
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G
F
They let a school girl drown
G
F
Plunder, plunder, rain and thunder
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G
F
G
Lightning split my brain asunder
I saw my girl at the roller rink Lip-locked with Henry Fink He did a graceful spin in the air He looked just like Fred Astaire Plunder, plunder, rain and thunder Lightning split my brain asunder When I was a boy I wanted a shiny knife And I wanted Betty to be my wife Send for my fiddle, send for my dog I'm going to live in a hollow log Plunder, plunder, rain and thunder Lightning split my brain asunder They say that only 80 men Own more than half the world I had a dream that they spread it around I ended up in the mental ward Plunder, plunder, rain and thunder Greed will split the soul asunder Every time I try to organize I turn around and my captain dies They got machines that make machines And those machines make more machines Plunder, plunder, rain and thunder Lightning split my brain asunder Farewell to gravity Farewell to pageantry Farewell to savagery And to you your majesty Plunder, plunder, rain and thunder Greed will split the world asunder Plunder, plunder, rain and thunder Lightning split my brain asunder
C



Run, Chicken, Run

Capo II
Em
I just got in from town
Am
The news is all around
D
C
G
Push has come to shove down at madam plum's
The ice's about to break And the pigs are on the take And they're marching to the beat of madam's drums The barber he's all smiles He's from the British isles But his razor's sharp as hell and he knows it well He's driving to the docks From an office in the Bronx He could make your life a living hell Run, chicken, run Don't you lose your step The cat got out of the bag, you better keep your sense Breathe, chicken, breathe Don't you lose your breath Chickens don't get no life after death Down on Baker Street That's where the women get down and and really move their feet To the Line Dance, the Cotton-Eyed Joe, Virginia Rag and the Zydeco But the girl I came to see She runs down Baker Street With a pipe bomb in the long and windy snow She's a very sensitive lady She's always at the breaking point She's always on her guard She's the fairest of them all She loves her Aderol She's kicking out the windows of your car Run, chicken, run Don't you lose your step The cat got out of the bag, you better keep your sense Breathe, chicken, breathe Don't you lose your breath Chickens don't get no life after death Madeline's mother is all in a panic Cause her husbands mad and he's a bad mechanic And he's always sad and manic depressive and the clothes he wears are torn Let the brass band play Let them soothe your blues away Let the fiddle serenade you, find a shady place to lay Run, chicken, run Don't you lose your step The cat got out of the bag, you better keep your sense Breathe, chicken, breathe Don't you loose your breath Chickens don't get no life after death