Track listing:
1.Uncle Arthur
2.Sell Me Coat
3.Rubber Band
4.Love You Till Tuesday
5.There Is Happy Land
6.We Are Hungry Men
7.When I Live My Dream
8.Little Bombardier
9.Silly Boy Blue
10.Come And Buy My Toys
11.Join The Gang
12.She's Got Medals
13.Maid Of Bond Street
14.Please Mr Gravedigger
15.The Lauging Gnome (I know it's not actually on the original album but it's a
classic track and it's on the deluxe edition)
UNCLE ARTHUR
Strikes the bell for five o'clock, Uncle Arthur closes shop,
screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up.
Climbs across his bike and he's away-
cycles past the gas works, past the river, down the high street,
back to mother. It's another empty day.
Uncle Arthur- likes his mummy- Uncle Arthur- still reads comics-
Uncle Arthur- follows Bat-man-.
Round and round the rumours fly, how he ran away from mum,
on his thirty-second birthday, told her that he'd found a chum.
Mother cried and raved and yelled and fussed-
Arthur left her no illusion brought the girl round, save confusion,
Sally was the real thing not just lust.
Uncle Arthur- vanished quickly- Uncle Arthur- and his new bride-
Uncle Arthur- follows Sally-.
Round and round goes Arthur's head, hasn't eaten well for days,
little Sally may be lovely, but cooking leaves her in a maze.
Uncle Arthur packed his bags and fled.
Back to mother, all's forgiven serving in the family shop, he gets
-
his pocket money, he's well fed.
Uncle Arthur- passed the gas works- Uncle Arthur- passed the river-
Uncle Arthur- down the high street- Uncle Arthur- follows mother-.
SELL ME COAT
winter's day,
a bitter snowflake on my face, my summer girl
takes little backward steps away
Jack Frost took her hand and left me, Jack Frost ain't so cool.
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver,
sell me a coat that's red or gold,
sell me a coat with little patch pockets,
sell me a coat 'cause i feel cold.
And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away,
not like before her smile was warm in yesterday.
See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hands.
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver,
sell me a coat that's red or gold,
sell me a coat with little patch pockets,
sell me a coat 'cause i feel cold.
See my eyes, my window pane, see my tears like gentle rain,
that's the mem - o - ry of a summer's day.
David Bowie - Rubber Band
is played on a tuba.
Rubber Band
There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune
In the library garden Sunday afternoon
While a little chappie waves a golden wand
Rubber Band
In 1910 I was so handsome and so strong
My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long
And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes
Dear Rubber Band, you're playing my tune out of tune
oh
Rubber Band
Won't you play a haunting theme again to me
While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea
The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon
Solo chords:
Trumpet solo: (instead of the bracketed note
Repeat: play this for the last time.)
*The next verse has only tuba and drums.
Don't play the major chord, these are just
the bass notes played by the tuba:*
Rubber Band
How I wish that I could join your Rubber Band
We could play in lively parks throughout the land
(Riff below)
And one Sunday afternoon, I'd find my love
*when he says "love", play this:*
*the next part is kind of tricky, this is the best way
you can play all the instruments being playing at once.
The numbers on top of the chords indicate the rhythm in
which the chords are played,*
riff: riff: riff:
(1-8)(1)(2-8)(1234)(1)(234)(1234)(1)(234)
riff
Rubber Band,
A riff twice
In the '14-'18 war I went to sea
riff twice
Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me
And now she's married to the leader of the band
Final riff:
Repeat this:
Last time:
Its pretty complicated, but you'll get it.
Big thankyou to 'ilikepie' for this one!!
Love You Till Tuesday
Just look through your window, look who sit outside
Little me is waiting, standing through the night
When you walk out through your door, I'll wave my flag and shout
Aaahh, beautiful baby,
My burning desire started on Sunday
Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday
Da Da Da Da, Da Da Da Da
Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch
Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance
If you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool
Aaahh, beautiful baby
I was very lonely 'til I met you on Sunday
My passion's never ending and I'll love you till Tuesday
Da Da Da Da, Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da, Da Da Da Da
Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea
Don't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me
I shall always want you, until my love runs dry
Aaahh, beautiful baby
My hearts a flame, I'll love you till Tuesday
My head's in a whirl and I'll love you till Tuesday
Love, love, love, love, love you till Tuesday
Love, love, love, love, love you till Tuesday
Da Da Da Da, Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da, Da Da Da Da
Ooooo, Da Da Da Da, Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da, Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da, Da Da Da Da
(tacet)
Well, I might be able to stretch it till Wendnesday...
There Is Happy Land..This is a messy and horrible tab for which I apologise, no
idea who it's from but on my LP record this song is too badly damaged to hear so I
couldn't tab it myself, sorry about the quality!
A7sus
there is a happy land where only children live.
-- play that twice ending with .
Charlie browns got half a crown he's ( )going to buy a kite .
)Jimmy's ill with chicken pox and()Tommy's learnt to() ride his() bike.
()Tiny()Tim sings()and hymns(),()he's so ()small we don't()notice him().
He ()get in the way but we()always let him play with us.
The ending is ()and ()
We are hungry men
spoken part is ()...
()My studies include su()ffragy,
I've()formed my own so()ciety to()the power of fe()cundity.
The () world will over ()populate Unless() you claim infertil()ity,
So() will()buy ()drink for me()
Messi()ah.
()
()we don't give a ()damn for what you're ()saying,
()we're here to ()live our lives.
And with the same chord pattern throughout the rest of the songs/verses.
Other lyrics:
I propose to give the pill
Free of charge to those that feel
That they are not infertible
The kroks of you, the cattle gun
There's only one way to linger on
So who will buy a drink for me, your messiah
We are not your friends
We don't give a damn for what you're saying
We're here to live our lives
Achtung, achtung, these are your orders
Anyone found guilty of consuming more than their allotted amount of air
Will be slaughtered and cremated
Only one cubic foot of air is allowed ...
I have prepared a document,
Legalising mass abortion
We will turn a blind eye to infanticide
We are not your friends
We don't give a damn for what you're saying
We're here to live our lives
You don't seem to hear me clear
Do I talk above your sphere?
Let me explain my project, dear
Show you how I'll save the world
Or let it die within the year
Why do you look that way at me, your messiah
We are not your friends
We don't give a damn for what you're saying
We're here to live our lives
WHEN I LIVE MY DREAM
When I live my dream I'll take you with me, riding on a golden horse.
We'll live within my castle with people there to serve you,
happy at the sound of your voice.
May-be I'll slay a dragon for you,
or banish wicked giants from the land,
we will only love each other, as forever when I live my dream.
etc
When I live my dream, I'll forgive the things you told me,
and the empty man you left behind.
It's a broken heart that dreams, It's a broken heart you left me,
only love can live in my dreams.
Wish- and the thunder clouds will vanish,
wish- and the storm will fade away,
paint an overture and trees will play the rhythm of my dream.
When I live my dream, please be there to meet me,
let me be the one to understand.
When I live my dream, I'll forget the hurt you gave me, then we
can live in our new land.
Till the day my dream cascades around me,
I'm content to let you pass me by,
but let them know it's just for now, tell them that I've got a dream
and tell them you're the starring role,
LITTLE BOMBARDIER - David Bowie
War made him a soldier
Little Frankie Mear
Peace left him a loser
The little bombardier
Lines of worry appeared with age
Unskilled hands that knew no trade
Spent his time in the picture house
The little bombardier
Frankie drank his money
The little that he made
Told his woes to no man
Friendless, lonely days
Then one day, in the ABC
Four bright eyes gazed longingly
At the ice-cream in the hand of
The little bombardier
A
Sunshine entered our Frankie's days
Gone his worries, his hopeless maze
His life was fun and his heart was full of joy
Two young children had changed his aims
He gave them toffees and played their games
He brought them presents with every coin he made
Break:
Then two gentlemen called on him
Asked him for his name
Why was he friends with the children
Were they just a game?
Leave them alone or we'll get sore
We've had blokes like you in the station before
The hand of authority said "no more" to
The little bombardier
Packed his bags, his heart in pain
Wiped a tear and caught a train
Not to be seen in the town again
The little bombardier
Silly boy blue
Mountains of Lhasa are feeling the rain
A
People are walking the Botella lanes
Preacher takes the school
One boy breaks a rule
Silly Boy Blue, ooo blue, Silly Boy Blue
Yak butter statues that melt in the sun
Cannot dissolve all the work you've not done
A chela likes to feel
That his overself pays the bill
Silly Boy Blue, ooo blue, ooo ooo oooo Silly Boy Blue
() -
You wish and wish, and wish again
-
You've tried so hard to fly
You'll never leave your body now
You've got to wait to diiiiiiiiiiiie
(key change, bass leads walkdown - )
La la la la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la, La
La la la la la, La
Silly Boy Blue, ooo blue, ooo ooo oooo Silly Boy Blue
Child of Tibet, you're a gift from the sun
Reincarnation of one better man
The homeward road is long
You've left your prayers and song
Silly Boy Blue, ooo blue, ooo ooo oooo Silly Boy Blue
etc.
DAVID BOWIE - COME AND BUY MY TOYS
Smiling girls and rosy boys, come and buy my little toys,
monkeys made of ginger bread and sugar horses painted red.
Rich men's children running past their fathers dressed in hose,
golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes.
Gazing eyes and running wild, past the stocks and over stiles,
kiss the wind oh merry child but come and buy my toys!
You've watched your father plough the fields with a ram's horn,
sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble thorn.
Reaped it with a sharpened scythe, threshed it with a quill,
the miller told your father that he'd worked it with the greatest will.
Now your watching's over you must play with girls and boys,
leave the parsley on the stalls, come and buy my toys!
You shall own a cambric shirt, you shall work your fathers land,
but now you shall play in the market square, till you be a man.
Smiling girls and rosy boys, come and buy my little toys,
monkeys made of ginger bread and sugar horses painted red.
JOIN THE GANG
Let me introduce you to the gang,
Johnny plays the sitar he's an existentialist,
once he had an aim, now he plays our game.
You will feel so good now that you've joined the gang.
Molly is a model in the ads,
crazy clothes and acid, full of soul and crazy hip,
some-one switched her on, then her beam went wrong,
'cause she can't switch off now that she's joined the gang.
Arthur is a singer with a band,
Arthur drinks two bottles just before he goes on stage,
look at Arthur rave, all the kids have paid,
they want to see the croaking man who joined the gang.
This club's called the web it's the month's pick,
next month we shall find a place where prices ain't so stiff,
fifteen bob a coke, 'fraid that's past a joke,
this is how to spend now that you've joined the gang.
This is what to do now that you're here,
sit 'round doing nothing altogether very fast,
psychedelic stars, throwing down cigars,
they're picking up the joints now that they've joined the gang.
You won't be alone we've all got beer-y grins
it's a big illusion, but at least you're in,-
at least you're in.
SHES GOT MEDALS
She'd walk through the door and she'd set up the drinks on the house
She played a good game of darts, and the men slapped her back, never took
her out.
She wore a trenchcoat garkey(?), her hobnail boots were full of holes.
She's got medals.
Her mother called her Mary but she changed her name to Tommy, she's a one.
She went and joined the army, passed the medical, don't ask me how it's done.
They sent her to the front line, fighting for her country's name
She's got medals.
She got very tired of picking up girls,
Cleaning her gun, and shaving her curls
Then the enemy dropped a bomb, survivors there were none!
People say that when the moon is full and when the stars have gone to bed
You can see a ghost but that's a lie because the naughty woman isn't dead.
She deserted on the previous morning, replaced her uniform with dresses silk
and green
Called herself Eileen, came to London town, now she's settled down. She's
got medals.
MAID OF BOND STREET
This girl is made of lipstick, Powder and paint,
Sees the pictures of herself, every magazine on every shelf.
This girl is Maid of Bond Street, hailing cabs,
Lunches with executives, gleaming teeth, sipaparatives (thats what the words
sound like, I have no
idea what they really are.)
This girl is a lonely girl
Takes the train from Banning Turn(?) to Oxford Turn(?)
She reads the daily news but passengers
Don't smile at her, oh no, don't smile at her.
This girl is made of loneliness, a broken heart
For the boy that she once knew doesn't want to know her anymore.
And this girl is a lonely girl,
Everything she wants is hers but she can't make it
With the boy she really wants to be with
All the time, to love all the time.
This boy is made of envy, jealosy
He doesn't have a limosine, really wants to be a star himself.
And this girl, her world is made of flashlights and film
Her cares are scratched on the cutting room floor
And Maid of Bond Street, ride 'round in chauffeured cars
Maid of Bond Street, picture clothes, eyes of stars
Maid of Bond Street, children have love affairs
(tacet)
Maid of Bond Street, children have worldly cares.
FCCCFG.
PLEASE MR.GRAVEDIGGER
There Are No Chords At All
Just Sound Effects and Accapelo whining, but still a rather depressing fine song!
THE LAUGHING GNOME
THE LAUGHING GNOME
I was walking- down the high street- when I heard footsteps behind me,
and there was a little old man in scarlet and grey, chuckling away.
Well he trotted- back to my house- and he sat beside the telly,
with his tiny hands on his tummy, chuckling away, chugging all day.
[spoken] "I ought to report you to the gnome office." "Gnome office, ha,ha,ha!"
Ha,ha, ha!- Hee,hee, hee!- I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me.-
Ha,ha, ha!- Hee,hee, hee!- I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me.-
Said the laughing gnome.
Well I gave him- roasted toad-stools- And a glass of dandelion wine.
Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne and carried his bag and gave him a fag.
"Ave you got a light boy?" "'Ere! Where do you come from?"
"Gnome-man's land." "Oh,really."
In the morning- when I woke up- he was sitting on the edge of my bed-
with his brother whose name was Fred. He'd brought him along- to sing me a song.-
"Alright let's here it?" "'Ere! what's that clicking sound?"
"That's Fred. He's a metrognome." "Own up. I'm a gnome, ain' I?"
"Ain't you got a gnome to go to?"
"No! We're gnomads." "Didn't they teach you to get your 'aircut at school? You
look like a rolling gnome."
"Not at the London school of Ecognomics."
Now they staying- up the chimney- and we're living on caviar and honey-
'cause they're earning me lots of money,writing comedy prose for radio shows.
"It's the er- it's the gnome service, of course."
[repeat chorus and fade]
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