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TOWN CALLED MALICE (acoustic) - Paul Weller
From the album Days Of Speed
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Transcribed by Charlie Openshaw
This one's for Silky Wilky, enjoy.
Coming soon... Down At The BP Garage at Midnight.
Chords:
B E6 F# E D#m7 A#m G#m
7 9 9 7 6 6 4
7 9 11 9 7 6 4
8 9 11 9 6 6 4
9 9 11 9 8 8 6
9 7 9 7 6 8 6
7 x x x x 6 4
Intro:
B E6
B E6
B E6
B E6
Verse 1:
F#
You'd better stop dreaming of the quiet life
E
cos it's the one we'll never know
F#
And quit running for that runaway bus
E
'cos those rosey days are few
E D#m7
And stop apologising for the things you've never done
F#
'cos time is short and life is cruel, but it's up to us to change
x x x (knock on body of guitar)
this town called
B E6
malice Yeah-eah-eah
B E6
B E6
B (E6)
Verse 2:
D#m7
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
E
stand dying in the dairy yard
D#m7
And a hundred lonely housewives
E
clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
E D#m7
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
F#
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious in a town called
B E6
malice, Yeah-eah-eah
B E6
This town called
B E6
malice, ooh-ooh-yeah
B E6
Verse 3:
F# E
Ba ba ba ba bada ba, ba ba bada baa oh
F# E
Ba ba ba ba bada ba, ba ba bada baa oh
E D#m7
Struggle after struggle, year after year
F#
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead in a town called
B E6
malice, Yeah-eah-eah
B E6
B E6
B E6
Bridge:
A#m G#m
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
A#m G#m
Gets dashed against the Co-op
E
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
F#
It's a big decision in a town called malice.
B E6
B E6
B E6
B E6
Verse 4:
F# E
The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track
F# E
It's at the moment bound for nowhere, just going round and round
E D#m7
Playground kids and creaking swings, lost laughter in the breeze
F#
I could go on for hours and I probably will, I'd sooner put some joy back in
x x x (knock on body of guitar)
this town called
B E6
malice, Yeah-eah-eah
B E6
This town called
B E6
malice,yeah Ooh-ooh-yeah
B E6 x6
B
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