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  • Magic Journey
  • Moby Marly
  • Spilt Milk
  • In That Dress
  • Falling Apart
  • Misty Again
  • Teach Jeasus
  • Self Pity Waltz
  • Mary's Luck
  • Henryetta
  • Can O' Beans
  • Brizilian Blend
  • I'll Be Your Baby Tonight
  • Martha & Vernon
  • All This Fun

 Magic Journey (Coletta/Fitzpatrick)

Gm                             Dm

He cornered me at the end of the shop

             F                                C

And he told me of his very long life

How he painted a bit and he travelled a lot

and why he never needed a wife

He spent most of his time

Trying for things that ended up just out of reach

Then he became this racist old man

that I could not be bothered to teach


Eb                    F

You can wait a long time

Took him over twenty years to get over leaving her

             D                                F

For the sound of the key in the lock

But he thinks of her quite a lot

             Eb                          F

Wishing this was some magic journey

Dismissed as a dream, but it's not

             G

But it's not ||2nd time/End --||C |F |Dm |Dm |C |F |Dm |D ||

but it's not


When the Gypsies came to town,

They flew on there carpets and sang

And Bill shunned them with his heart like lead

The mad alchemist in his room

He remembered a dream when he looped the loop

With his giggling lover in his hand

Tried to fly with his heavy heart

and fell tumbling into the ground


I've never seen him look so well

As he struggled with his baby food and nappies

He said he loved the chaos, the noise, the smell

Said his daughter alone made him happy

Well what do you think she would think

Of her fathers untimely demise

His pointless affair with life on the brink

And her light going out in his eyes

 

 

 

Spilt Milk (J Coletta/D Fitzpatrick)

D'Capo 3rd

           Am                                           Fmj7

Did you notice the jokes stop, when she asked for the loan back

as far as he knew she just climbed on the scrap heap

leading me on with a flirt and a phone call made her feel nice

and I fell for it just In case, just In case



You aren't here 'cause you don't want to be with me

If you don't want to be with me I don't want you with me too

leading me on with a scratch on the wrist for pity without a cause

and I fell for it just In case, just In case



      Bm7                          E7

Her eyes on the sofa are moist and discoloured as she

Am7                              D7

cried over milk that was spilt

Dm                                 G7

She wants to kill like she wants to be mothered

             C                               Bm7                E7

like she wants to believe in the world that she built

 

 


 

 

In That Dress (Coletta/Fitzpatrick)

E                          Amj7

The way your hand folds in mine

B7                      E

A singer sings an easy line

An evening takes a steady toll

On your disregard and my self control


Breathing felt warm on skin

Shout and melt dance again

A crowded room an average band

and I'm putty in your hand


In that dress in that dress

Nice to hold in that dress

In that dress in that dress

Nice to hold in that dress


Just before a tender kiss

A strange and overpowering bliss

My mouth is dry my blood runs cold

I feel about ten years old




Falling Apart (Coletta/Fitzpatrick)
             E

Well my job's taking over but I'm not loseing heart

                                                      E7

My mind is noisy chaotic and almost falling apart

         A                                                             E

But I wake up each morning to live in interesting times

        B7

I'm amazed when you describe your life

            A                                                   E

As I'm pushed blindfold and backwards into mine


I wake up every morning with the world at my feet

I got tickets in my pocket, I got people to meet

But I'm walking out, as you walk in through the door

You make the whole day seem less interesting

As I wonder who that smile you wore was for    E F#m G#m A

      B7                      A                              E                 C#m

I'm lonely and angry, It's getting harder to disguise

                B7

But if you held me in your arms

             A                               E

I'd feel beautiful talented and wise


Don't want to run a business I just want to work

Get the cash in my hand and walk away from the dirt

But who would employ me and what would I do

It all seems such a risk to me,

It's just another tunnels end to you


Your time is your own and, mine is a lucrative trap

Constantly rosy she said, I want a life just like that

 
 


Misty Again (Coletta)

G

I met a friend today,

Eb                                                   Co7      C   C#o

Said he loved and lost what made him happy

I never had a summer,

It rained since I left the choir

Either it's misty or the city's on fire


G  Gmj7  G  Em         Eb       Ebmj7    Eb7   Cm

Wo oh ...                   misty again


Remember I had a girl,

Pushed to qualify and keep her well

The sun begins to dawn,

But nothing I see is clear

Either it's misty or the city's on fire


Teach Jesus (Coletta/Fitzpatrick)

Chorus:-

I'm going down, I'm Gonna teach Jesus

I'm going down teach Jesus how to swim

I'm going down, I'm Gonna teach Jesus

I'm gonna get my hair wet with him


My path was crossed, I'm getting crosser

The devil came and whispered in my ear

I said get lost, your such a loser

and don't you come sniffing back round here


Chorus


The rivers deep, and oh so stormy

I took my boat and rowed it out to sea

My boat capsized, I was near to drowning

and that's when I saw Jesus walk to me


He picked me up, we got to talking

He said you know there's one thing I regret

I'm so fed up, With all this walking

I want to splash around, and get my halo wet


At the end of the day when the worlds getting tired

and the water in the pool is getting cold

when the angels have packed all their water wings away

I know Jesus will be practising for gold


Chorus                   Chorus

The Self Pity Waltz (Coletta)

              Em                  B7    Cmj7     Co7

There's nothing you can do to keep me away

             Am6          Gmj7+5             Am        Em

Short of spilling my brains with hot lead

I believe your a person who means what they say

I believe you meant what you said


       C7                          G

You said I was the best, you'd ever found

E                  E7       Am7          D7

No one could better me,

Em                      B7           Cmj7     Co7

Now I'm out of it, and your running around

        Am6   Gmj7+5  Am    Em

As I look on helplessly


I sit at my desk top, under worked over paid

Inventing improbable scenes

You wouldn't love me and you wouldn't shoot me

You wouldn't do what you do in my dreams


You sit at Your desk top, under worked over paid

Inventing improbable scenes

I wouldn't love you and I wouldn't shoot you

I wouldn't do what I do in your dreams

Mary's Luck (Coletta)

E                            C#m

I was moved by the death of the dog

     G#m                                    B7

So many people sad when he was gone

            G#m

there's families making peace

                 B7

From a perspective of grief

          G#m          B7             E

As we dig another hole in the lawn

G#                     C#m

That dog was our common ground

E                          A

so many stories we share

G#                           C#

Love and differences even out

                       A             B7

'Cause we wont always be there to forgive


A smile on her face 'cause she knew Jesus would be there

Hope amidst the medical despair

And I saw a place for that kind of faith

But it's not something I could wear

Clouds part and there he is

Short and fat from head to shoe

He said hey "I am a prince

What has handsome got to do with anything"


Henryetta (Coletta/Fitzpatrick)

Quite a shock a pistol revealed

Tell me Henryetta is it real

       D                         G                      A

She caught me with my pants around my knees

          D          G                A

Henryetta I'm begging you please

C                  G

why should I spare your life

       C                                    G

The neighbours say that's the hobo's wife

C                    G                          A7

Why should I spare your life I'll take this shit no more


Cause I'm a...

D

Cool Hip Jive Funky Boogie Bouncing Bee Bopping


Low Down Belly Scrapeing Cotton Picking Pickle Dipping

A

One Eyed Skunk Eating Possum Kicking Poker Tricking

'Bacca Chewing Swamp Tripping Grizzly Ripping Gaiter

              D

Gripping Lady


In the court room there's hush from wall to wall

As the prosecutor charged her with it all

The Judge was mean old Cuthbert Wayne

Who asked her if she'd like to plead insane

She said no sir-ee, I've sure got a grip on reality

He said well sorry mam 'fraid your gonna have to hang

'Cause your a...

She stood there distant and remote

As the man in black put a noose around her throat

A shot rang out and split the rope in two

the crowd gasped as they rode out of view

He'd struggled with his love in vain

The rescuer was Cuthbert Wayne

In later years when you asked him why

This is what he'd say

'Cause she's a...

 

 


 

Can Of Beans (Coletta)

                  G                                  G+5

He wants a duster for the window, a carpet for the hall

    Em                                             Cm

A wardrobe in the guest room, and a hanging on the wall

    G                                         D9

A wealth of double glazeing, an investment for the house

         C79                                G

With off peak central heating, bound to cut the bills


And if all this fell about her, would it be such a shame

Unhappy in the house, or splash happy in the rain

Cats play at kittens for the gifts that we throw

But they get what they want and then they go


               D79

Don't you know it hurts me to see you believe

                                                         G

The world is the way you want it to be yeah yeah, yeah yeah,

            D79                                                   yeah yeah yeah

You can wish but you can’t change the truth

                                                           G

Like you can’t wish away a painful tooth yeah


No we never went to Rio or learned to fly a plane

I'd watch a fight in the street, against another night in

Eyes are shined with brandy and wine

And I read about life all the time


I want to touch a Rhino want to bathe in a stream

I want to climb in a tree and live a dream

I want a campfire I want a can of beans

I want someone to love that's what it means


 

 

Brazilian Blend (Coletta/Fitzpatrick)


Intro |C |G |Fsus4 |G# F|

                   A     Bm  G                   D

You were so pretty, when you were dancing

              A   Bm G          D

You took Pity, called me handsome

             A             Bm

Said "I want you"


G                         Gm

Out in Brazil the farmers are happy,

      A                        F#m

As we fight all night, awash with there coffee

G                               Gm

Now we both see how easy it was,

            A

I could still call you pretty,

                  E!!

but I'd be clutching at straws


Half a day , and you are leaving,

Then you stay, one more evening,

In case I want you

 

Chorus |C |G |Fsus4 |G# F||C |G |Fsus4 |G# Co7|


You don't like me, I don't like you,

You want set free, that's what I'll do,

'Cause I don't want you



I'll Be Your Baby Tonight (Coletta/Fitzpatrick/Crichton)

            D

There's nobody here in the middle of the city

I'm driving alone in the rain

I got no heavy plans I've got nothing with me

I'm happy with the clothes I've got on

              G

I got the window wound down and the radio on

                   D

And there's going to be a good moon tonight

   G

I smile to my self and I'm singing out loud

   D                               A

I wanna be your baby tonight



This part of towns like coming back home

I feel easy with the people I know

I walk in the door and the girl on the phone

Hardly gives me time to tell her hello

Before we're up at the bar and were talking to loud

she said "you love me" I said maybe your right

And everybody laughed as I tried to whisper

I wanna be your baby tonight

 

 

 

Martha & Vernon (Coletta/Fitzpatrick)

G

Martha stood lonely for vernon

Am                     G

He was a loser a weak and feeble man

They flirted once and then it was over

Bourbon and bitching a marriage just the same


Eb                    G

And with all the beating he took

C                                              G

She thought he'd done something wrong

Eb                   G

and with all his punishment in credit

     C                         D

he had to commit the crime


So I packed a bag and headed for Paris

You saw me leaving, I ended up back here

You never asked me where I was going

I started hating the things that kept me near


All This Fun... (Coletta/Fitzpatrick)

Am

On Monday I woke up with a stamped in my head

          Em

And a mouth that felt like part of a racoon

Vague memories of shooting fifteen men dead

And being thrown out of sixteen saloons


    G                              D

I wanna get back on the trail

    A                                      D

I wanna head out west and be free

      C                                    G

I'd get out of town if I could get out of jail

E

All this fun is killing me


On Tuesday I was back to life

I could take some whiskey with my water

At poker I won fast Eddies wife

And got caught with the sheriffs young daughter


My weekend was sent in jail

Reading books and sleeping sound

But when the whorehouse exploded, the cattle stampeded

And raised this damn town to the ground

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