You're still thousands of miles away
Take your mixes, not your mixture
Add some music to our day
Don't believe the thing they tell you
Don't let them get in your way
And you know it's true
That Wales is not like Californ-i-a in any way
When I hear to your music
You're still thousands of miles away
Whisper, whisper, got a monkey on my back
Whisper, whisper, tell your tale and watch my back
Funicello, though I never met you once
I know your movies, in the Sea and Serenade
And you know it's true
That Wales is not like Californ-i-a in any way
When I hear to your music
You're still thousands of miles away
Eb
F
Gm
F
California wine tastes fine
California wine tastes fine
California wine tastes fine
Taking It All Away
C
Am
Em
D
x2
C
D#
F
C
Oh you sentimental fool
C
D#
F
C
Yes, you sentimental fool
Em7
F
G
Em7
F
G
Love those broken ways made you so afraid
Em7
F
G
C
Of that wishful wishing well
Well you're in misery and in pain
Well now you're in misery and in pain
So she broke your heart and you let her die
Well that's your name and that's the game
Am
F
C
Because they're taking it all away
Am
F
C
They're taking it all away
Am
F
C
G
They're taking it all away
Because they're taking it all away
They're taking it all away
They're taking it all away
Dirty Ass Rock And Roll
Well now it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding
From the vicious bottle the night before
And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice
And small talk crawls out your ears
Maybe it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud
I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud
Hey there, hey now, hey there, hey now
Well you can make a pacemaker blink, yeah, easy thing
Make a man's heart go bibbity-bom bippity-bom bippity-bom
Like a gentle blue pill to inject the chill
And no one knew that it ever meant
So go on, go on, go on, darling, go on
Yeah go on, go on darling, go on, go on
Yeah, the secretaries and typewriters chattering away
Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter
Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter away
It ought to make you sick when you hear a woman cry
When she don't get just whatever she wants
But not my woman, she just keeps on keeping on
That's my woman, my woman
That moving on shuffle side to side
That sure can turn me on
That dirty-ass rock and roll
Dirty-ass rock and roll
Yeah, dirty-ass rock and roll
Oh, dirty-ass rock and roll
Whoa dirty-ass rock and roll
Oh oh yeah dirty-ass rock and roll
Oh oh
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
And the beach is a thing if the bees don't sting
Like complaining from a downtown whore
I got my plasma patches and my hypodermic in hermetically sealed kid gloves
Ah tell me
Tell 'em, tell me how you like it
Ah tell me
Tell it, tell it how you like it
Ah dirty-ass rock and roll
Oh dirty-ass rock and roll
Yeah dirty-ass rock and roll
Yeah oh dirty-ass rock and roll
Oh oh dirty-ass rock and roll
Yeah dirty-ass rock and roll
Yeah dirty-ass rock and roll
Yeah yeah dirty-ass rock and roll
Darling I Need You
C
G
C
G
x2
C
G
C
G
Woke up early this morning
Something wrong inside my head
Took a look around for breakfast
First thing I see is you're not there
Dm
C
So where were you, where were you?
Where were you, when I needed you?
Where were you, where were you?
Am
G
When I needed you to see me through?
Oh something wrong, now what's gone wrong here?
Looked in the mirror, broken white!
Lucky to be alive and kicking
Kicking not alive around here
But where were you, ah where were you?
Yeah where were you when I needed you?
Where were you, where were you?
When I needed you to see me through?
Gsus4
G
C
C7
F
Ah - ah, 'cause darling, darling, darling I need you, yeah
Darling, darling, darling I do
Darling, darling, darling I need you
Yes you know I do
C
C7
F
F
x4
Shefton brought me the message
Said you got out at Galveston
Church of Christ Jesus, Kentucky
Rattlesnakes and strychnine and prayer
So where were you, where were you?
Yeah, where were you when I needed you?
Where were you, where were you?
When I needed you to see me through?
Oh, darling, darling, darling I need you
'Cause darling, darling, darling I do
Oh darling, darling, darling I need you
Yes you know I do
Since my baby left me
I found a new place to dwell
Down at the end of lonely street
Heartbreak Hotel
Oh, feeling so lonely baby
Feeling so lonely baby
Feeling so lonely baby
I could die
The bell hop's tears keep flowin'
The desk clerk's dressed in black
They been so long on lonely street
They never will get back
Oh, 'cause they're feeling so lonely baby
Feeling so lonely baby
Feeling so lonely baby
They could die
So if your baby leaves you
And you have a tale to tell
Why not just take a walk down lonely street
Straight to Heartbreak Hotel
Where you could be so lonely
And I could be so lonely
We could be so lonely
We could die
I'm Not The Loving Kind
Capo:
III
|
G
D/f#
|
F
C/e
|
Dm7
Dm7/g
|
C
F/c
|
C
F/c
C
G
When my lady passes me by
C
F/c
C
G
I lose the love I thought I had in mind
E/g#
Am
Send no flowers or words of regret
Dm7
F/g
C
F/c
'Cause I'm not the loving kind
C
F/c
C
G
Day by day I was hoping you'd be
C
F/c
C
G
The kind of love that would give me peace of mind
E/g#
Am
But it may just have passed me by
Dm7
F/g
C
'Cause I'm not the loving kind
Am
G#+
C/g
D/f#
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Dm7
F/g
C
I'm not the loving kind
Am
G#+
C/g
D/f#
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Dm7
F/g
C
I'm not the loving kind
C
F/c
C
G
You don't believe it, yes it must be true
C
F/c
C
G
How I lost all the love I had in you
E/g#
Am
Send me please no words of regret
Dm7
F/g
C
'Cause I'm not the loving kind
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
I'm not the loving kind
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
I'm not the loving kind
|
G
D/f#
|
F
C/e
|
Dm7
Dm7/g
|
C
F/c
|
Guts
Bb
|
Eb/bb
|
Bb
|
Eb/bb
Bb
Eb
The bugger in the short sleeves fucked my wife
Bb
Eb
Did it quick and split
Bb
Eb
F
Back home, fresh as a daisy to Maisy, oh Maisy
Eb
Bb
And the twelve-bore that stood in the corner
Eb
Bb
Quite operatic in its self disgust
Eb
Bb
Blew him all over the living room floor
Cm7
C#
Bb/d
Eb
F
Like parrot shit, parrot spit, parrot shit was shot
Now suppose it was someone familiar
Someone we all would know
Embarrassing denouement, ne c'est pas?
Oh, familiar hyper belief
And there would go the secret plot
The piss had missed the hole in the pot
Like that ancient teenage dream
From soul to poison, soul to poison, soul
Eb
Bb
Eb
Bb
Guts, guts, got no guts
Eb
Bb
F
And stitches don't help at all
Eb
Bb
Eb
Bb
Guts, guts, got no guts
Eb
Bb
Holes in the body, holes in the legs
Eb
Bb
Holes in the forehead, holes in the head
Eb
Bb
Holes in the body, holes in the legs
F
There should never be holes at all
F
There should never be holes at all
Bb
|
Eb/bb
|
Bb
|
Eb/bb
So, kill all you want, or more
Make sure, do it right
Dead is dead
And door nails forget
And then you'll notice
How the waster and the wasted
Get to look like one another
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
The Jeweller
Very slowly he sipped his tea, not shifting his glance from the thick double
spaced printing he read with his jeweller's eye.
Engrossed in his corner, he passed onto the other inhabitants of the room. A
scrawled insularity of time and space. For both passed him by with the speed
of light, not unlike the flow of substance, however varied, into that lysergic
entity known as the black hole.
He was hardly ugly for his time, and conversation was certainly not lost on
him. Drastic measures were called for, and as in antiquity the lonely man was
blessed with wisdom to the point of desperation.
But there in his corner, developing around him like a sun, was a climate of
such rare beauty that sight and sound could no longer be considered sufficient
food for the senses.
And he had begun to notice, as his hearing failed, that mind and matter were in
no way connected to one other, as if in fact the one could not propose and
prove its erotic existence in terms of the other.
"What does this word mean?" he enquired of the solemn waiter hopefully.
"Nothing for desert sir", came the reply, "perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a
herbal essence, it helps the breathing you know sometimes".
"The bill, if you don't mind", quickly he shot back.
And as the patter of the feet faded in the room, for he barely heard them now,
his eye slowly began to close, and by the time he emerged on the sunny street
he was forced to rely entirely on the other eye for help, but happily it
continued its many functions, blinking gently for lubrication, and registering
images.
It was rush hour, in Hawaii only 10 AM. So, turning into his street, he stopped
at the drug store and bought an eye patch that soon covered the reluctant eye.
Climbing the stairs he pondered what to do next, he would call a doctor and
have tests made, eat nourishing food and if necessary consent to surgery, the
last resort of the gambling man.
And at 1 AM he awoke from a dream and after fumbling his way in the obsolescent
light of his room he peered into the rusty veins of his mirror and lifted away
the patch.
What he saw astonished him. Where once was tremulous tissue and membrane was
now a follicle and perfectly formed vagina with vulva, overgrown and
mysterious, unrevealing and still to the untrained eye.
But in the deep dark recesses of that sticky occlusion lay the unclosing
watchful eye of disgust in its closing moments, lunging forward and hungry for
the cold light of days.
