torsdag, augusti 07, 2008

Squeeze - Labeled with love

En i sanning "sad song". Det förmenta dansbandsgunget är bara att bortse ifrån. Även Squeeze hade åtminstone en hit till - Tempted - men den här knäcker. Det är Rude boy som gör en cover. Ta fram guran och sjung med, gråt och sätt på repeat....





D
She unscrews the top off her new whisky bottle
D A
She hobbles about in her candlelit hovel
A
Like some kind of witch, with blue fingers in mittens
A D
She smells like a cat, and the nieghbours she sickens
D
Her black and white TV has long seen a picture
D7 Em
The cross on the wall is a permenent fixture
A
The postman deliveres, the final reminders
A G / F#m / Em
She sells off her silver, and poodles in china

Chorus.
D E7
Drinks to remember I, me and myself
A D
Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf
E7
Home is a love that I miss very much
A G/F#m/Em/D
So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love
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D
During the wartime an American pilot
D A
Made every air-raid a time of excitement
A
She moved to his prairie and married the texan
A D
She'd learn from a distance how love was a lesson
D
He became drinker and she became mother
D7 Em
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other
A
He ate himself old and drank himself dizzy
A G / F#m / Em
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty

Chorus.
D E7
Drinks to remember I, me and myself
A D
Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf
E7
Home is a love that I miss very much
A G/F#m/Em/D
So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love
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D
He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber
D A
Out on the porch in the middle of summer
A
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
A D
But they had retired to roads that are sandy
D
She moved home alone without friends or relations
D7 Em
Lived in a world full of age reservations
A
Her moth eaten armchair, she'd say that she's sod all
A G / F#m / Em
Friends who have left her, to drink from the bottle
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Chorus.
D E7
Drinks to remember I, me and myself
A D
Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf
E7
Home is a love that I miss very much
A G/F#m/Em/D
So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love
A G/F#m/Em/D
So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love
A G / F#m / Em / D
The past --- has been bottled, -- and la--be --led with --- love

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Eehhhummm... This is my theory...and it's mine