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- Carry On Up The Morning
- Delivery
- You Talk
- Unbilotitled
- Side Of The Road
- Crumb Begging Baghead
- Unstookietitled
- French Dog Blues
- There She Goes
- Baddies Boogie
- Deft Left Hand
- The Lost Art Of Murder
Carry On Up The Morning
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Bm
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Bm
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C
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In the morning where's all the pain
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F#
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The same place the fame straight to your head
Bm
G
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F#
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Ah, it's not easy getting it out my head
Bm
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F#
(C
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It wasn't easy getting out my bed
C
D
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So much shame on the workman who blames his tools
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F#
(Bm
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Then so the saying goes so it's said
Bm
G
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F#
(Bm
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The way you tease me tease me outta my head
Bm
G
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F#
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Ah, it's not easy forgetting what you said
B
(G
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I know you used to be into me
G
(Bm
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Now you've got it in for me
Bm
G
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C
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(E
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In the morning where does all the pain
E
F#
(Bm
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The same place the fame straight to your head
Bm
G
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F#
(Bm
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It wasn't easy getting you out my head
Bm
G
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F#
(C
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Ah, it's too easy getting out my head
C
D
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Given up trying to explain
E
F#
(Bm
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I'll just put it in a song instead
Bm
G
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F#
(Bm
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Ah, it's not easy getting outta bed
Bm
G
E
F#
B
G
B
G
It's too easy getting outta my head, my head, my head
Bm
G
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F#
D
A
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I know where to find, where to find you my love
At the same old place by the river the only way in
Bm
G
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Is through the window
Is through the window
Bm
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Bm
Delivery
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A#
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By oh by the way of an explanation
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A#
Cast adrift of the shores of Shotter's Nation
C
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A#
I had a look in, caved my skull in like a prick
Oh now what use am I to anyone
I'm fucked, forlorn, frozen beneath the summer
Don't sing along or you'll get what I got
Gm
Cm
F
So, here comes a delivery
F
A#
D
Straight from the heart of my misery
Gm
Cm
F
So comes a delivery
A#
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A#
Straight from the heart to you Yeah
You, now you, now you, you finally left
School Oh what on earth do you intend to
Do See if you can take the man go down town where
All you skins and mods you get together
Make pretend it's 1 9 6 9 forever
Find a girl have a drink have a dance and
Play this song might deliver me
Straight from the harshness of misery
It's the songs of delivery
F
A#
D
(Gm
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Straight from my heart to you
Yes, here comes a delivery
Straight from the heart of my misery
And the song that delivers me
A#
D
(G
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Straight from my heart to you
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G
A#
C
B
A#
Gm
Cm
F
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A#
D
Oh...
So comes a delivery
Straight from the heart of the misery
Here comes a delivery
F
A#
D
G
Straight from the heart to you
You Talk
A
F#m
A
F#m
A
F#m
Bm
E
C#
D
A
F#m
You talk, you talk a good game
Bm
Wish I could talk the same
E
C#
D
A song is just a game I'm getting good at cheating at
You talk, yes you talk a good game
Won't you teach me the same
Oh I'd love to explain, like showing your hand and all about oh well
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I know, I know, I know, I know and
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So and so, so what I suppose what to
G
D
Oh well I never ever said it was clever
Em
I just like gettin' leathered
F
D
Looking for the light behind your eyes
You talk, you talk a good game
Wish I could talk the same
Writing songs is just a game I'm getting good at cheating at
Utah, remember Utah in the rain?
And those little red shoes
And some kid with the blues who gets right on your tits, you just grin and bear it
Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know it's wrong and
So, and so, and so, I suppose what to
Oh well I never ever said it was clever
I just like gettin' leathered
Looking for the light behind your eyes
Bevan, he drops stones from heaven
L-O-R-D forever
And the love, the love behind your eyes
A
A
G#
G
F#m
F#m
G
G#
You talk, you talk a good game
You talk, you talk a good game
You talk, you talk a good game
You talk, you talk a good game
Well I never ever said it was clever
I just like getting leathered
Looking for the light the light behind your eyes
Bevan, he drops stones from heaven
L-O-R-D forever
And the love behind your eyes
Unbilotitled
D/a x00235
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D/a
Dsus4
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Dsus2
Am
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Dsus2
Am
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Dsus2
He is stronger than the walls
Am
You tried to build around him
G
To dumb and dumbfound him
D
Dsus2
For 2000 years I have waited for that call
Am
Screaming from the window
G
Screaming bloody murder
E
G
D*
The more that you follow me, the more I get lost
E
G
D*
You think that you know me, pissing me off
E
G
D*
Yeah... you say that you love me, why don't you fuck off?
E
G
D
Dsus2
Anyone 'll think that you own me, ripping me off
D
Dsus2
I messed my head, I messed my head Oh happy will I be
Am
G
To shine fire upon everyone and no one
D
Dsus2
I messed my head, I messed my head Oh happy will I be
Am
G
To shine fire upon everyone and no one
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Wolfman and Bilo on the run
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Wolfman said to Bilo, "I'm calling it off"
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C
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Bilo said to Blue Eyes, "Put you trousers back on"
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Dsus2
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Dsus2
He is stronger than the walls
Am
You tried to build around him
G
To dumb and dumbfound him
D
Dsus2
For 2000 years I have waited for that call
Am
Screaming from the window
G
Screaming bloody murder
Side Of The Road
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I'm half dead, I'm a third alive
D
C
A
A quarter ticking over on the middle
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D
By the side of the road
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C#
D
Don't get surrounded by people you hate
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C
A
Choke you out the house down the path
G
A
And out the garden gate
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Well I'll never, never, not once when we're together
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One gun punks on vogue at the side
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With the bands and the vans and the gangs and the clan
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With the Monkey man high with a little girl at his side
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What is it that you're doing to me?
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I don't know, I know, I know's like electricity
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Well I'll never never not chop those two together
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With wheeling dope just do it on the side
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A
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With the bands and the fans and the gangs and the clan
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With the monkey man high with a little girl at his side
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Well I'll never, never
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Not once when we're together
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Waiting on the dole
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A
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As he's queuing up inside
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In...
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Side
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Grave... yard
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Half dead and a third alive
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A quarter ticking over on the middle
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By the side of the road
Crumb Begging Baghead
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Don't take me for a sunbeam
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Don't take me for a sunbeam, sunbeam, sunbeam
C#
Just another faction of
D
Like another fraction of
C#
B
Another tax out of your life
Don't... take me for no sunbeam
Don't... take me for no sunbeam, sunbeam, sunbeam
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I'm a crumb begging baghead baby yeah
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A crumb begging baghead baby yeah
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Bet you say that to all of the girls
C#
All of the long lost wars
D
Any cause is worth dying for
C#
What passing bells for those who die like cattle
B
Again again again again, now
Don't... take me for no sunbeam
Don't... take me for no sunbeam, sunbeam, sunbeam
I'm a crumb begging baghead baby yeah, yeah
A Crumb begging baghead baby yeah
Bet you say that to all of the girls
C#
If you ever smile
D
In the street, crocodiles
C#
B
I doubt you'd ever smile again
E
Now, don't...
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Unstookietitled
D
Bm
A
D
You smoke your cigarette down to the bone
Bm
D
And since you vowed to back it
A
D
And you're too proud to sack it
G
A
D
You have to carry on on your own
Think you had it under control
Best foot forward
Don't look back no more
Could break your heart and torment your soul
D
A
D
A
They sold my name after they stole my shame
D
A
E
Sold my name, ah yeah
D
A
D
A
Tumbled my game, tumbled their game
D
A
E
Tablet-sized brains, yeah
You smoke your cigarette down to the bone
Best not to mention
You're craving attention
Love from fame like blood from a stone
Too busy to notice that you'd throne
Turn to dust
There's no one left to trust
Last chance and your mind will go
Suppose my name, suppose it came
And they sold my shame, yeah
Suppose it came and I tumbled their game
Tablet-sized brains, yeah
Bm
G
Em
A
But is it really such a sin though? (Don't think do)
Bm
G
Em
A
D
C
Bm
One and the same, one and the same
One and the same, one and the same
G
A
D
French Dog Blues
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D
Bm
I model lacklustre, panicky
F#m
In vain search for the remedy
G
F#m
Bb
A
(D
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No words only melody come so I take the day off
My love, my love, she sits with me
I love, I love her company
Raindrops on roses and dust-filled trinkets
D
G
D
So, this washes over you
G
French dog blues
F#m
G
F#m
Bb
A
D
Chien bleu chien franzosischershund
F
D
And the French dog blues
And the French dog blues
And the French dog blues
F
Never surrender to flattery
Frown on, come down on duplicity
And above all things my son, take the money and run
I still model lacklustre, panicky
In vain search for the remedy
No words only melody came, take another day off
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G
D
Oh, this washes over you
G
French dog blues
F#m
G
F#m
Bb
A
D
Chien bleu chien franzosischershund
E
G
A
D
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G
A
Yeah, I see you
D
E
I only ever wanted the one with the flag
G
A
All you ever wanted was a sixty dollar bag
D
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And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dreams on the highway
A
The highway, highway, oh
D
Bm
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Bm
F#m
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F#m
Bb
A
D
Chien bleu franzosischershund
F
D
And the French dog blues
And the French dog blues
And the French dog blues
And the French dog
There She Goes
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
I do declare, I was surprised to see you stay
D
G
C
B7
Only to be betrayed by the one you gave all your love and trust to
Em
Am
Tell me how could I let go
Em
Am
D
Since I caught a glimpse of your immense soul
G
C
You were dancing to northern soul
B7
C
C7
B7
Just one glance, and well you know...
Em
Am
There she goes, a little heartache
Em
B
There she goes, a little pain
Em
Am
Make no mistake, she sheds her skin like a snake
Em
B
Em
B
On the dirty road to fame, dirty road to fame, my love now
Fm
A#m
Oh, there she goes, a little heartache
Fm
C
There she goes, a little pain
Fm
A#m
Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
Fm
C
Fm
C
You're going to walk the plank again, walk the plank again, my love now
C7
B7
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
I was to implore, you forget all you saw
D
G
When you came through my door and from your bag
C
C7
B7
Pulled out more skag than I'd ever seen
Em
Am
No! how could I let go?
Em
Am
D
Since I caught a glimpse of your white plimsoles
G
C
Twisting and turning to northern soul
B7
C
C7
B7
Just once glance, ah well you know, everybody knows
There she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Make no mistake, she sheds her skin like a snake
On the dirty road to fame, dirty road to fame, my love now
Oh, there she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
You're going to walk the plank again, walk the plank again, my love now
F#m
Gm
G#m
Am
There she goes a little, there she, there she, there she goes
Baddies Boogie
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Baddie's bound by ancient codes of decency and secrecy
G
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He understands about stabbin' backs and shaking hands
C
Am
So if or when you're behind bars or in front of them as you are
G
F
Look out for the man who'll bum your wife and then shake your hand
C
Am
Oh you've been here before
C
Am
You fell in love and carried her over the threshold
C
E
Am
Thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking now
D
Dm
But that's twenty years ago... twenty years ago
Am
D
It's a lousy life for the washed up wife
Dm
Am
Of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
D
Dm
Lousy life, a lousy life
Dm
Em
Kids was singing will I ever be free
F
G
Does this town hold no more for me
Dm
Em
Club Tropicana the drinks are free
F
Stick one in his face for me
C
Am
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C
Am
G
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Baddies bound baddie boogie to decency and secrecy
C
Am
G
F
Baddies bound baddie boogie
C
Am
Oh you've been here before
C
Am
You fell in love and carried her over the threshold
C
E
Am
Thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking now
D
Dm
But that's twenty years ago... twenty years ago
It's a lousy life for the washed up wife
Of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
Lousy life, a lousy life
Kids was singing will I ever be free
Does this town hold no more for me
Club Tropicana the drinks are free
F
G
C
Stick one in his face for me
C
Am
G
F
Baddies bound
Baddies bound baddie boogie to decency and secrecy
C
Deft Left Hand
You seem the type to follow the line
Went from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four years
No lick spittle or pickthack from sycophant claw back flunky
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side
Weaker vessel or better half?
That Woman's tears could be the death of me... oh dear
You know when she's had a few she'll be onto you there's no letting up
But, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side
It may hap that these these are they - the golden years
So don't despair don't dismay dry your tears
Everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds
I had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radio
They were more liberal times
Destined to drone in monotone on your radio
It's a little dream of mine
Oh but comments were less than complimentary
And the deft left hand it followed the right
I think about my happiest times and one of them
Was sat in bed watching a documentary on murderers
A bearcat, a memosa and a view of Arcady
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I'll surely lay down and die
I can't lay by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I'll surely lay down and die by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side
The Lost Art Of Murder
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Fmaj7
Could roll a four, could roll a nine
Gm
F
Find yourself washed up in paradise
F
Fmaj7
Like before, you didn't mind
Gm
Bb
C
F
Someone else washed up in paradise
Bb
C
F
Bb
C
Every day
Dm
Am
What a nice day for a murder
Gm
You call yourself a killer
Gm
C#
Dm
The only thing you're killing is your time
Am
Nothing absurder
Gm
A bird's just a burden
Gm
G#
F
To your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind
F
A
Bb
Don't look at me like that, she won't take you back
Bbm
F
You said too much, you been too unkind
F
A
Bb
Get off your back, stop smoking that
Bbm
You could change your life
F
Just might change her mind, her mind
Could roll a four, could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise
Roll a four, roll a nine
I lost my phone in paradise
Pay as you go
What a nice day for a murder
You say yourself a killer
The only thing you're killing is your time
Nothing absurder
A bird's just a burden
To your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind
Don't look at me like that, she won't take you back
You've done too much, been too unkind
Get up off your back, stop smoking that
You could change your life
Think it'll change their mind?
Don't look at me like that, she won't take you back
Said too much, been too unkind
Get up off your back, stop smoking that
Change your life
Just might change her mind
