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From: u8915431@qub.ac.uk (Tony Bowden)
Subject: PRO: Lemonheads : Shame about Ray [album]
i make to claims to any of these - i just compiled it.
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Rockin Stroll [missing]
Confetti
It's a shame about Ray
Rudderless [missing]
My Drug Buddy
The Turnpike Down [missing]
Bit part
Alison's starting to Happen
Hannah & Gabi
Kitchen [missing]
Ceiling fan in my Spoon [missing]
Frank Mills
Mrs Robinson
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{t:Rockin Stroll}
She takes me on a rocking stroll
If you won't wave guess I won't know
As by I roll I hope you'll throw a smile at me
Cause this here pram is all I've known
Won't be walking till I've grown
All I've been shown is everything I want to see
People's knees
Trunks of trees
Smile at me
Looking upward to the sky
Moving forward all the time
The sidewalk lines gdunk gdunk gdunk gdai
If it's warm in here is it cold down there
Around out where I can only stare
I'm still aware of little but I'm gonna try
{ns}
{t:Confetti}
He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he coulda.
This story's getting very near the end.
He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he coulda.
(But) He'd rather be alone than pretend.
She wanted him to love her but he didn't.
He took to the woods and wandered in it.
Walked along and on until they couldn't.
Stoned himself to tell her that he wouldn't
[x2]
She wanted him to love her but he didn't.
He took to the woods and wandered in it.
He walked along and on 'til his legs couldn't.
Stole her voice to tell her that he wouldn't.
[x2]
[x2]
ON
{ns}
{t:It's A Shame About Ray}
{c: riff}
{sot}
e|---------|
B|---------|
G|---------|
D|---2-3-2-|
A|--3-----3|
E|1--------|
{eot}
I've never been too good with names.
The cellar door was open, I could never stay away.
I know it's probably not my place.
It's either or I'm hopin' for a simple way of sayin'...
{soc}
It's a shame about Ray.
In the stone under the dust his name is still engraved.
Some things need to go away.
It's a shame about Ray. [riff]
{eoc}
If I make it through today,
I'll know tomorrow not to put my feelings out on display.
I'll put the cobwebs back in place.
I've never been to good with names, but I remember faces.
{ns}
{t:Rudderless}
Waiting for something to break
Left my heart out to bake
Nothing there in my glass
Wasn't never made to last
Hope in my past
All the way down to the lake
Found the lake was wet
How much more could I take?
Better yet
Walked back home to my place
Tired of getting high
Guess I don't wanna die
Hope in my past
Waiting for something to break
Left my heart out to bake
Slipped my mind that I could use my brain
I'll stay up all night and crash on the plane
A ship without a rudder is like a ship without a rudder
is like a ship without a rudder
{ns}
{t: My Drug Buddy}
She's coming over
We'll go out walking
and make a call on the way
She's in the phone booth now
I'm looking in
There comes a smile on her face
Still got some of the same stuff we got yesterday
Still got some of the same stuff we got yesterday, yeah
I'm too much with myself
I want to be someone else
I'm too much with myself
I want to be someone else
I'm too much with myself
I want to be someone else
So we take off
at Fiona's door
Walkin' till its light outside
Like before when we were on the phone
We have to laugh to look at each other
We have to laugh because we're not alone
As the cars fly up King St.
It's enough to startle us
It's enough to startle us
I love my drug buddy
My drug, my drug buddy
I love my drug buddy
My drug, my drug buddy
{ns}
{t:The Turnpike Down}
I'm lost and the see-through
Pane always needs a bath
Between a want and a need to
Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path
My country was of thee
Now why'd you have to leave
How'd this come to have to pass
Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path
Mark my path
Mark my path down
{ns}
{t:Bit Part}
{sot}
E|--------|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------|
B|--------|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------|
G|----9---|---7---|---5---|-------|---5---|---7---|-------|
D|----9---|---7---|---5---|---5---|---5---|---7---|---9---|
A|----7---|---5---|---3---|---5---|---3---|---5---|---9---|
E|--------|-------|-------|---3---|-------|-------|---7---|
E|--------|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------|
B|--------|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------|
G|---5----|-------|-------|---9---|---5---|---7---|-------|
D|---5----|---5---|---7---|---9---|---5---|---7---|---9---|
A|---3----|---5---|---7---|---7---|---3---|---5---|---9---|
E|--------|---3---|---5---|-------|-------|-------|---7---|
{eot}
I want a bit part in your life
A walk-on would be fine
I just want a bit part in your life
(A bit part in your life)
I want a bit part in your life
Rehearsing all the time
I just want a bit part in your life
(A bit part in your life)
Little more than a cameo
Nothing traumatic when I go
Litle more than a stand-in
I won't need reprimanding
{ns}
{t:Allison's Starting To Happen}
She'd shake it up
Was hard to make out
Now it's plain to see.
I couldn't cook to save myself
found my life a recipe.
I never looked at her this way before
but now she's all I see...
Allison's starting to happen
Allison's starting to happen
Allison's starting to happen to me
{c:walk the bassline down --C,B,A,G}
I'm so mezmerized I can't describe it
All that inside hate
No one knows her last name; I didn't ask so
Who am I to blame
Earthquakes started forming underneath my feet today...
Allison's starting to happen
Allison's starting to happen
Allison's starting to happen to me...
[x4]
{c:ascending bass run or just play G,A,B,C,B,C,D to the key change}
Oh, this world is topsy-turvy
And it is mine to eat.
She's a pebble in my mouth
And underneath my feet
She's the puzzle piece behind the couch
that makes the sky complete...
Allison's starting to happen
Allison's starting to happen to me...
{c:Walk the bassline G,F#,E,D}
{ns}
{t:Hannah & Gabi}
{sot}
E--0-----5---0--0--0---0---7---0--0--0--3-|
B--3/7---7---7--7--7---0---0---0--0--0--0-|
G--3/7---7---7--7--7---5---5---5--5--5--0-|
D--0------------0------7----------7-----0-|
A----------------------0----------0-----2-|
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^ v v ^ v ^ v v ^ v ^
{eot}
Got me watching your eyes watching things go by outside
out the window of a train
easy sipping them just seeing it fly left to right
pour the milk and I'll say when
I'm out wandering around
you're but one thing I've found
I don't mean to bring you down
I'm out wandering around
kinda hoped you wouldn't blame me
I can't wake up every day and find the same me
you can scream but I'll just dream how you might disappear
all I know is it's never clear
I can't hold you near
you just are not here
though it wasn't hard or far
I walked you to your car
{ns}
{t:Kitchen}
Thrilled to be in the same post code as you
I tell you things I know you'd like to know
Treat you to cake every night
Suddenly talk and it will make you fright
Smile at me and I'll hold you really tight
Follow you into bed
Run around all morning
We'll stay awake all night
We'll repeat the same stories but of course never in front of friends
How it all started in the kitchen
Remember the time you said we should wait a while
You'd let me know when you changed your mind
Yeah I was sad for some time
But 12 hours watching me at the wheel
Made me realise what you really feel
Won't have to hurt anymore
Walking you home along Mt. Vernon St.
You told me secrets I was shocked to know
I'm gonna be in the same post code as you
Come to visit maybe never go
{ns}
{t:Ceiling Fan In My Spoon}
Started out today jello in the sand
Went out of my way not to understand
Walked into a tree don't you look at me
See I'm not myself phoney mystery
Sore afraid
That's my tune
Ceiling fan in my spoon
Clothed in iron there's no denyin
When you feel like a bent fork tine
Feeling like a bent fork tine
Clothed in iron there's no denyin
{ns}
{t:Frank Mills}
I met a boy called Frank Mills,
on September 12th right here,
in front of the Waverly,
but unfortunately, I lost his address.
He was last seen with his friend,
a drummer he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles,
but he wears his hair tied in a small bow at the back.
I love him,
but it embarrasses me to walk down the street with him.
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere,
and he wears his white crash helmet.
He has golden chains on his leather jacket,
and on the back, are written on the names
Mary and Mom and Hells Angels.
I would gratefully appreciate it
if you see him, tell him
I'm in the park with my girlfriend,
and please, tell him Angela and I
don't want the two dollars back, just him.
{ns}
{t:Mrs Robinson}
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourselves
Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home
Nnd here's to you Mrs Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will
know, wo-wo-wo
God bless you please Mrs Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
hey-hey-hey hey-hey-hey
{ci: As a general rule for the others try bar chords with no 3rds to give it a heavier edge.}