Lyrics & Chords

John Coletta & the Humpff Family

Lyrics & Chords ...living in hope...

Loud Bad & Hard
Tex Avery Lorve
I’ll Make It Hard For You
It Can Get Worse
Wreck It All
Lightning
Sorry Is A Useless Word
This Kind Of Love
Succubus
Pyjama
Your Wife
Daydream
Golden Boy
Haunted

Loud Bad and Hard (J Coletta/D Fitzpatrick)

G       C          G     C          G     C                 B7 B7 Bb7 A7
Loud singing, bad dancing, hard living in the North
E                                        G#
Some people say I'm not a spiritual man
                    C#m                         F#            A
caught up in reason and all other earth bound things
E                                        G#
Tied by love, this cold and beautiful land
           C#m                                              F#

Where every grey town out of season,

can be swayed by Shand and swing

E               A          D2            A
You can't spend too much time thinking
C#m       F#m         A         C
learning old tunes, singing new ones
E       A           D2          A
Just ignore the sad men drinking
C#m                         F#m       A           C
Who've drowned the love they had for fun

G      C           G     C            G     C                     B7 B7 Bb7 A7
Loud singing, bad dancing, hard stomping in the North

I do have faith and I believe in this world
You should learn new words and love your children
Teach them what is really true
God knows I hope there is no special way
Find a space and choose a partner, crank it up and start to play.

Tex Avery Lorve (J Coletta/D Fitzpatrick)

A D2*

People said when I was away

E34 D2*

You asked some old friend out to play

When I said we should see how things go

I never thought you would go so far

To be honest I really don't care

Guess I made some friends over there

And when you met me at six forty five

I knew you cared

First thing in the morning till the last thing at night

Your the rootinest tootinest, your the mouse-trap in the milk

A Asus4 A Asus4 A

You’re not with me but I'm glad you’re alive

I'm as sharp as a bowling ball, I've stood on the rake again

Dusk till Dawn is when it all goes right

Your Jessica Wabbit, I'm Pepe Le Peu

We live in a war-zone

I swallowed the dynamite after Cupid lit the fuse

D2 A D2 E34 D2

Where cartoons and comic books survive

I'm Elmer and Daffy but you got me confused is it...

Rabbit Season! Duck season! Rabbit Season! Duck season!

Rabbit Season! Rabbit Season! Duck season!... Bang!

Could it really be called an affair

This two-dimensional love that we share

The bright colours, the chases, the fights

Make me feel so old

When I first put a blade to my chin

I knew who you were even then

The Tex Avery hole in my heart

Is shaped like you

I'll make it hard for you (J Coletta)

G F C G F C

I bring bread and coffee, and sit outside the door

As you tell me what I think, I'm bewildered as before

Am G D Am G D

If I had these opinions it would justify your thoughts

Am G D G F C

You draw a good picture by joining the wrong dots

But you know what I think, is not what you have said

the deception meets silence, I drink coffee and bite bread

And so comes the retraction, the apology is fine

The task now to tell me, what's really on your mind

D C2 G D

You know what we did in these halls, skin begging from toe to tip

D C2 G D F C

We were leaving cloth where it falls, When we unclip and unzip

I bring bread and coffee, and sit outside the door

I'm reasonable and loving, point's I hope you won't ignore

But it's a feeble ploy as, you set out your case

You don't return a kiss, won't look me in the face

I won't make it easy, and so you force a tear

You want this over quickly - you want out of here

You storm around my house, reclaiming pants and perfume

You have the last word on, the fights that you exhume

Palms kneed torsos, fingers brush hair, the squeeze of jeans over hips

Our delight in what we did there, places we pleased with our lips

It Can Get Worse (J Coletta/D Fitzpatrick)

You had me in bondage and sapped all my will

You laid my carpet and you sent me the bill

C79

You gave me love in healthy amounts

it's not the length of the cut it's the bleeding that counts

You've to meet me at two but you get there by four

With no recollection of the two nights before

You know how to live on other people’s accounts

and say it's not taking part it's the winning that counts

D79 C79

Battered and bleeding there deaf to your pleading

D79 C79! G

If your heart is still beating, ...it can get worse

You tease us with stories of all the women you'd pull

but you fell into the trap like a blundering fool

Two kids conceived when you were still under age

a family to keep with your very first wage

Shitting and teething, worriesome wheezing

when they puke for no reason, ...it can get worse

C79

So you swell up and turn blue, but no Hospital will take you,

when they find out you can't be cured

C79

But with psychotic raving and beastial craving

D79 C#79 C79 C#79 D79

.....your future's secured

It was half past four when he said loud and clear

"I'm gonna stop drinking" as he finished a beer

He plays me tapes of songs I wish I never had sung

And his stories are of things I forgot we'd done

When your memories going, when your heart valves are slowing,

When your juices stop flowing, when your kidneys are glowing,

When your seed's not worth sowing ...it can get worse

Wreck it all (D Fitzpatrick, J Coletta)

I let it happen again, I wondered when?

she got close enough to please me You’d feel safe enough to use me

So take pity on your friend, I feel the need to explain

who finds selling out so easy That true friends are not so greedy

All the space you gave to me I filled up with the tools

A E! E

to help me wreak it all

I sleep for seven hours, Who could ignore the snores

you doze for fifteen minutes Pushed to the ends of my wits

while you divided up what's ours, What’s yours is yours,

what’s mine is yours

until the house had nothing in it I’ll tell you now I’m fed up with it

Now I see that after all there's nothing you want more

than to help me wreck it all

F#m D Esus A Co D

We see things so clearly I guess that's where the trouble begins

F#m D Esus Co A Bm D

a cynic’s eye for symmetry we see love and sadness as twins

I woke up depressed, At your compunction for consumption

feeling fat and hungry Yea, your always chewing something

you looked sad, you looked angry,

you said,

not now but maybe someday

A starving man in an empty room and this woman slams the door

You help me wreck it all

Lightning (J Coletta/D Fitzpatrick)

D Co Gm

Whenever there's lightning, some people throw charges into the air

proving once and for all, life is really not fair

I climb this mountain, steel rod in my hand, I point to the sky

But I know I will be lucky tonight

G Em

You say I'm deeply unhinged,

D Co

I should count myself lucky that I'm still alive

But you sorted me out, now

Em Gm A7

I know I'll survive anything

The edge of this cliff, I feel I could jump right into the air

And I don't understand why your looking so scared

You taught me to fly, you are the proof I needed to find

That you can't disappoint everyone all the time

C#m B7 F#m

I've been walking this tightrope for so long

Am7 B7

And every step I took was wrong

But now I can jump and twist and kick

and I'm loving every minute

A F#m

You say I'm deeply unhinged,

E Do

I should count myself lucky that I'm still alive

But you sorted me out, now

F#m Am B7 E

I know I'll survive anything

Sorry Is A Useless Word (J Coletta)

G Go

There's nothing I can say to make amends

C G

I will always regret what occurred

G Go

Can't give you a day to live again

D G

sorry is a useless word

D G

My face is in shock as you scream out my crime

ooo---------------------------ooo what a big shit

D G

I wince at your obvious hurt

ooo-----------------------ooo what a shit

D G

Apologies are a waste of time 'cause

ooo----------------ooo what a big shit

C F D

Sorry is a useless word Sorry is a useless…

Sorry is a useless word...

A Esus4 E

word Sorry is a useless word.

Sorry is a useless wo---------------------rd.

Sometimes it seems I'm a selfish shit

Its not I don't care, I don't think

And if I'm content then that's where I sit

And let the world go to the brink

Like we sit at the top of the food chain

Out-competing until they’re extinct

Things I've never heard of are never heard of again

And let the world go to the brink

This Kind Of Love (Coletta/Fitzpatrick)

Am E Am E

He thought he had it hidden, the workings of his mind

Am E

She was the stuff of casual fantasy

Am E

He summoned up all the spirit he could find

Dm Gm Dm Gm

She caught his eye, emphasised a curve

Dm Gm Fo7 E

Flattered or bored enough, for any kind of love

A Amj7

Something deep, something hidden,

Something she can’t quite define,

A Amj7

Made him smile, think she's shallow

F#m B7

But she knows, he knows,

Dm F G A

That her face is more important than her mind

Staring at the ceiling, watching shadows glide

A careful skirt around the compromise

Amazed to see how much that decent cloths can hide

He wants to talk, 'bout someone else

She fights the urge to try and justify herself

She knows the lies, and the excuses,

She knows exactly How it rhymed

And while he names the few exceptions,

That show, they go to show,

That her face is more important than her mind

Oh Este Typo de querer Oh this type of love, esti tee'po de(bt) ke(n)'rer

Este Typo de querer this type of love,

Todos Quieran amar we all want love Taw'dos key'er'in amar

Succubus (J Coletta)

D Dm

I don't mind waking up,

F#m F+5

if you cling to tight

Bm Gm7 D A

I can, chase the demons, from your dreams

your face on my pillow,

Is a wonderful sight

Fills a space, in my life, I had not seen

G F#m7 G#m7 G7

I don't want to know your name,

Bm F#m

Don't want to know your routine

G F#m7 G#m7 G7

Be with me tonight,

Bm Em7 F#7 A7

Be whoever I dream

Try to move without you waking,

And each time you, kiss my cheek

As the sun light, through the blinds, soaks our skin

So I play for your attention,

Pretending to sleep

Your here to, share my time, and soothe my sins

Pyjama Disco (J Coletta)

D Bm

Your not shy of your body,

D Bm

and the motorcycle's fast

Gmj7 A7

Put away the shopping,

Gmj7 A7

save the plastic bags

Polish up your piercings,

and tighten your bra

'cause it's Tuesday night and your a

Kariokie star

B7 C7

You've cleaned up at bingo,

G Asus4 A

You've danced every line

C Em D E

Having a good time

With a cleavage full of prizes,

You high-heal through the gate

Throw scratchy records on,

The dusty blue Dancette

Kiss awake the children,

For a pyjama discotheque

Drowning out a chorus,

From days you won't forget

Your Wife (J Coletta D Fitzpatrick)

E Fo B7 B+5 E E+5 F#m A

Maybe it's the volume, maybe it's her dress sense

E Fo B7 B+5 C#m B A

Maybe you'll catch each fau pas, and leap to her defence

C#m A Bbo B7

Maybe you want this sullen shrew to sour your life

E Fo B7 B+5 A E

No doubt about it, I hate your wife

You told me dreams, I shared your plan

For almost every problem I was your man

If we were marooned and we had access to a knife

No doubt about it, we'd eat your wife

A6 Bbo7 Em7 Bbo7 G#m Eb7

Its curtains for you, colour charts as well

A6 Bbo7 Em7 Bbo7 G#m F#7

Fixtures and fittings, D.I.Y. hell

B(sus4) F#7 B(sus4) E

I know every job you've started you've quit half way through

B(sus4) F#7 E Ebm C#m B

hey man, when you crack I'll be here for you

Your booze and porn, lie underneath my bed

I know you understand the shit that's in my head

I love you man, she just pretends

She thinks I'm gay because were friends

She must have put on weight, as soon as you said yes

She may be pregnant though I'd find it hard to guess

I'd been sick in the morning if the mirror showed me that

No doubt about it, your woman's fat

She'll take you shopping you'll carry she'll lead

You’ll pretend an opinion she'll pretend to need

I know every job you've started you've quit half way through

hey man when you crack I'll be there for you

Day Dream (D Fitzpatrick)

D'Capo 2nd

D Dmj7 Gmj7 D Dmj7 Gmj7

All I want, is a little rest,

D Dmj7

put some time and distance

Gmj7

between me and this mess I live in

F#7 E G

Leave these bills unpaid, the fire burning hot, got to find a way

to get what I want from what I got, And I'll,

Burn these workday clothes, walk the moulon rouge

My pockets filled with good time pills in outlawed snake skin shoes

G Asus4

My motto now will be, each moment is the best

G E

I'll find a man with a steady hand to tattoo it on my chest

M La Fayette est dans le jardan Mari Claud Long prochane

Neuf tambre si vous plait demi kilo de bifteque hashe

Ill dis a San Nazair, fete de bebe pas la gare

Jambon dans la crepe je nege dans la mer C'est un bon momon a San Nazair

Ill meet my Famme Fatale, in some dark cafe

She'll coax and tease me, then threaten to walk away

I'll crawl out of the bar, run down to the Seine

but before I've gone to far, she'll pull me off that bridge again

Laughing at the cold, set these streets ablaze

Toast the frowns of this post-card town, and stay awake for days

and if this should end now, we'll do it with some style

A gale who thought this wayward Scot, had blossomed for a while

Golden Boy (J Coletta D Fitzpatrick)

Tune | Em | Em |Am | Bm | Em | Em | Bm | Bm |

He was captivating, he would sing what he felt