Richard Thompson : Mock Tudor

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Capo:

III

D

Well, there's a house in an alley In the squats and low-rise

A

Of a town with no future

Bm

/a

G

But that's where my future lies It's a secret, but no secret It's a rule, but no rule Where you find the darkest avenue There you'll find the brightest jewel Now my name it is Mulvaney And I'm known quite famously People speak my name in whispers What higher praise can there be? But I'd trade my fine mohair For tie-dyes and faded jeans If she wanted me some other way She's my Cooksferry Queen

D

She gave me one pill to get bigger She gave me one pill to get small I saw snakes dancing all around her feet And dead men coming through the wall

Bm

D

Well, I'm the prince of this parish

Bm

D

I've been ruthless and I've been mean

Bm

D

But she blew my mind as she opened my eyes

Bm

G

She's my Cooksferry Queen Well, she's got every rare perfection All her looks beyond compare She's got dresses that seem to float in the wind Pre-Raphaelite curls in her hair She could get the lame to walking She could get the blind to see She could make wine out of Thames river water She could make a believer out of me Yes I'd trade it all tomorrow All the wicked things I've been She's my bright jewel of the alley She's my Cooksferry Queen Yes I'd trade it all tomorrow All the wicked things I've been She's my bright jewel of the alley She's my Cooksferry Quen

Dm

Some girls hold the ace, the deuce, the trey

Dm

C

F

Gm

Bb

X-ray the deck to see what's coming

Dm

Marie Antoinette, she smiled that way

Dm

C

F

Gm

Bb

Easy to smile when the luck is running

F

Bb

C

Like a myth, you rode in from the West

F

Bb

C

From the go you had my button pressed

Dm

Bb

Did the teatime of your soul

Dm

Bb

Make you long for wilder days?

Dm

Bb

Did you never let Jack Kerouac

Dm

Bb

Wash over you in waves?

Gm

C

Sibella, we don't make sense together

Gm

C

But my heart's with you

Gm

C

Sibella, I find myself

Gm

Strange but true

Dm

Strange but true Some say you can learn a lot from books Thrill ride to second-hand living Life is just as deadly as it looks But fiction is more forgiving You took chances well within your means Salon hair and creases in your jeans All those lonely winters long Did you really think it through? Did you really ache for me Like I really ached for you Sibella, We don't make sense together But my hearts with you Sibella, I find myself Strange but true Strange but true

Dm

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Bb

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Dm

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Bb

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

F#m 4x4222 C#m/g# 2x221x

A/e 2x222x G6 6x5555

B7/d# 1x1202 D9 0x0210

D6sus2 004200

F#m

Bathsheba smiles

Bm

She smiles and veins turn to ice

F#m

Bm

She smiles and heads bow down

F#m

She works the room

Bm

Air-kisses every victim twice

F#m

A/e

B7/d#

B7

She spreads her joy around

E

D6sus2

Do you close your eyes to see miracles?

E

D6sus2

Do you raise your face to kiss angels?

E

D6sus2

Do you float on air to hear oracles?

Bm

E

C#m/g#

Bathsheba smiles, smiles

Bm

E

C#m/g#

Bathsheba smiles, smiles

G6

E

D9

A

No doubt can cross her mind, cross her mind Bathsheba knows She knows you better than yourself Confess upon your knees She shares her love And sharing love is sharing wealth Dig in your pockets, please Do you close your eyes to see miracles? Do you raise your face to kiss angels? Do you float on air to hear oracles? Bathsheba smiles, smiles Bathsheba smiles, smiles No doubt can cross her mind, cross her mind

B/a

No pain, no gain's a strain

Dm

A

But she never seems to hurt

B/a

Catwalk pilgrims sing this song

Dm

A

Hello heaven, goodbye dirt

F#m

D

And no hair shirt Do you close your eyes to see miracles? Do you raise your face to kiss angels? Do you float on air to hear oracles? Bathsheba smiles, smiles Bathsheba smiles, smiles No doubt can cross her mind, cross her mind

E

D6sus2

Do you close your eyes?

E

D6sus2

Do you raise your face?

E

D6sus2

Bathsheba smiles, smiles

E

D6sus2

Bathsheba smiles, smiles

E

D6sus2

Bathsheba smiles

Two-faced love will make me doubt my mind Two-faced love will keep me paralyzed Two-faced love, I pace the room at night Why can't I get you off my mind? Oh, I try to dull my feelings down In every bar, in every town But your eyes follow me around Why can't I get you off my mind? Face the music, face the facts Different sides of different tracks Had my feet on holy ground Then I helter-skelter down, confused or being used Two-faced love, two-faced love It feels so wrong, it must be right Two-faced love, two-faced love Why can't I get you off my mind? Oh, I don't like your thin skin And I don't like the places you've been I don't like the mood that you're in Why can't I get you off my mind? If I read the signals right I might be your slave tonight Pardon my naive caress Tender fits with tenderness, uncouth to tell the truth Two-faced love, two-faced love Feels so wrong, it must be right Two-faced love, two-faced love Why can't I get you off my mind? Oh, you don't make my blood run cold And you don't fit my jelly mold Don't come up for air when you're digging for gold Why can't I get you off my mind? Why can't I get you off my mind? It feels so wrong, it must be right Feels so wrong, it must be right

D#

E

Hard on me, hard on me

F#

G

Why do you grind me small?

D#

E

Hard on me, hard on me

F#

G

At every fence I fall

D#

E

Bm

I bite my rage

A

E

Bm

I stop my breath

A

E

Bm

I shake my cage

A

E

I swim with emptiness Hard on me, hard on me Like they were hard on you Hard on me, hard on me So I can stumble too My circuits seize My senses jam I don't know who to please Trapped inside the Wicker Man

C

D

You're so hard on me

C

A7

You're so hard on me

E

You're so hard on me Hard on me, hard on me Why do you grind me small? Hard on me, hard on me At every fence I fall Unzip my heart Unbraid my veins Unstitch my wantonness And loosen up my reins Before I dare Go on that hill In dumb despair Unfreeze my will You're so hard on me You're so hard on me You're so hard on me

G* xx000x (or A7sus2? or Em7?)

Am

G*

Am

G*

Am

G*

This time you hurt me, you really did it this time, you did

Am

G*

Am

G*

Am

G*

Did you count your fingers after shaking my hand? God forbid

Dm

Riff-raff crawling from the slums

Dm

Right there, in front of all your chums

B

I swear by the pricking of my thumbs

E

Esus4

E

E+

E7

I'll make your day and melt away

Am

G*

F

I'll crawl back, under my stone

Am

G*

F

I'll crawl back, under my stone

Am

G*

F

I'll crawl back, under my stone

C

G

F

But you won't have to stand next to me

C

G

F

But you won't have to introduce me

C

G

C

G

Fsus2

You won't have to think about, talk about, care about, me

Am

I'll crawl back I've got a nerve just showing my face, don't you think? Scruffy little oiks ought to know their place, don't you think? Old boy, sorry to intrude Damn shame, pretty bloody rude I should be horse-whipped and sued Then I'll go quietly, my tail between my knees I'll crawl back...

A

D

I want to be middle class

A

D

Floors and ceilings made of glass

A

I just want to be

E

D

I just want to be free You had me in a second, you had it all reckoned, you did You guessed my game and my name, rank and number, you did Somehow I gave myself away Some code, some word I didn't say I missed one line in the play And the trap shut tight and you did me all right I'll crawl back... You won't have to think about, talk about, care about You won't have to ask about, fuss about, discuss about You won't have to mind about, swear about, forget about me Crawl back

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

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D

F

C

D

Only a misdirected dart at an unprotected heart

D

F

G

I'm sure it happens every day Just a passing interlude, a fresh face to change the mood I'll find my feet again you say

A7

What rock I had you rolled

D

What rock I had you rolled away

Repeat intro

But I live as best I can, meet the uninhabited man Please read the sign and walk away What an old dry shell I am the uninhabited man I'll find my feet again you say No doubt they'll pull me down No doubt they'll pull me down someday

Bb

D

Who's been sleeping in my bed, who's been sleeping in my bed?

Bb

Who's been sitting in my chair, who's been licking in my bowl?

G

D

Who's been sleeping in my bed?

Repeat intro

A romantic ruin am I, funny how I catch the eye The vacuum slowly sucks you in I'm left no skill, no art, to meet you heart to heart You'll find no me beneath the skin And if there's no me then there's no And if there's no me then there's no sin Who's been sleeping in my bed, who's been sleeping in my bed? Who's been sitting in my chair, who's been licking in my bowl? Who's been sleeping in my bed?

A

E

A

E

A

E

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A

E

If you don't want me, I'll dry my tears and move on

A

E

A

E

A

E

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A

E

If you don't want me, I'll dry my tears and move on

D

You treated me just good enough until now

B7

But if you're tired of me I'll get over you somehow

A

E/g#

D/f#

E

A

D/a

Oh, if you don't want me, I'll dry my tears and move on If you don't need me, there's someone else who needs me out there She's kind and tender and one day I'll find her I swear So set me free while I've still got time Don't try to hide your shame, dear, from my eyes Oh, if you don't want me, I'll dry my tears and move on

A

G

D

Faded love, as if you need a reason

A

G

D

Am I out of your dreams, or just out of season?

A

E/g#

F#m

C#m/e

Oh the flame of love, oh you wouldn't understand

B7

E

You hide it in your heart, you don't hold it in your hand

A

E

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A

E

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A

E

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A

E

If you don't want me, I'll dry my tears and move on If you don't want me, I'll dry my tears and move on My suits got creases and my shoes have got shine Let me know soon I'll find a better use for my time

A

E/g#

D/f#

E

Oh if you don't want me

A

E/g#

D/f#

E

If you don't want me

F#m

B/d#

D

E

A

E

Oh, if you don't want me, I'll dry my tears and move on

A

E

A

E

I'll dry my tears and move on

A

E

A

E

I'll dry my tears and move on

Tuning: CGDGBE (Drop C/g)

G

Oh the last bus has gone or maybe I'm wrong

D7

It just doesn't exist

G

And the words that flew between me and you

D7

I must be crossed off your list

C

D

G

So I'm walking the long miles home

C

D

G

I don't mind losing you

C

D

Em

In fact I feel better each step of the way

C

D

Em

In the dark I rehearse all the right things to say

C

D

Em

A

I'll be home, I'll be sober by break of day

C

D

G

Walking the long miles home Not a soul is around as I put more ground Between me and you And the whole town's asleep or maybe they're deep In the old "voulez vous" So I'm walking the long miles home And I don't mind losing you Got the moon there for company each step of the way And the rhythm in my shoes keep the blues all away When you ride Shanks's Pony you don't have to pay Walking the long miles home Oh the party was grand but I hadn't quite planned On staying so long And while you accused me, the hours confused me And my friends had all gone So I'm walking the long miles home And I don't mind losing you Ah there's nobody out but the cop on the beat He's snoring so loud I don't hear my feet I just laugh to myself and move off down the street Walking the long miles home I'm walking the long miles home Oh walking the long miles home

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Capo:

V

F#m 4442xx

G 55000x

Bm/a x04432

D

G

D

G

Oh Gillian she's a Doncaster lass

D

G

D

G

Trains it down on the quarter past

Em

F#m

Friday night leaves the kids at home

G

A

And struts her stuff on the Euston Road

Bm

D

Saying "Do you want some company darling?

Bm

D

Do you want some company now?

Bm

D

My place, your place or no place

G

A

I could use the extra cash anyhow"

D

A

D

A

That's the sights and sounds of London Town

D

A

D

A

The sights and sounds of London Town

Bm

/a

G

A

D

G

D

G

D

The sights and sounds of London Town Oh Jean-Paul he came over from Toulouse They told him that London was the golden goose He never got his hands on enough to eat He never did get his arse up off the street Wanted to be a rap DJ They took his pulse then they turned him away Under the radar of your fellow man With all that charisma it ain't worth a damn Saying "Lend me your shoes till Monday Oh brother, can you lend me a comb? I can wash dishes all night long I just need my fare back home" That's the sights and sounds of London Town The sights and sounds of London Town The sights and sounds of London Town Well Jackie she tried just about everything She tried to dance, she tried to sing Too many doors slammed in your face It leaves a nasty aftertaste You scramble around for a little bit of cash Ease the pain with Mister Flash Saint Anne's Court is the rendezvous For those who share your point of view Saying "This is the last time you will see me Never again, no way One more time, I'll never ask you again I've just got to get through today" That's the sights and sounds of London Town The sights and sounds of London Town The sights and sounds of London Town Oh Mickey he sleeps every two or three days Runs through Soho like a rat through a maze A little blackmail here a sting on the side Enough to get started on the next enterprise Dresses expensive but that's just a crutch Like his word or his handshake it doesn't mean much Depends on his kickback from the middle man And whatever he can beat out of Sally Ann Saying "Lucky I'm the one you ran into Oh lucky I've taken a shine Lucky I'm needing a partner Fifty-fifty right down the line" Oh that's the sights and sounds of London Town The sights and sounds of London Town The sight and sounds of London Town

Richard Thompson : Mock Tudor
1999

Cooksferry Queen

Sibella

Bathsheba Smiles

Two-Faced Love

Hard On Me

Crawl Back (Under My Stone)

Uninhabited Man

Dry My Tears And Move On

Walking The Long Miles Home

Sights And Sounds Of London Town

Richard Thompson : Mock Tudor 1999

Cooksferry Queen

Sibella

Bathsheba Smiles

Two-Faced Love

Hard On Me

Crawl Back (Under My Stone)

Uninhabited Man

Dry My Tears And Move On

Walking The Long Miles Home

Sights And Sounds Of London Town

Richard Thompson : Mock Tudor
1999