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To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu
Subject: Marillion Hotel Hobbies (chopro format) (Clutching at straws)
Here are the chords of Hotel Hobbies. Other songs of Clutching
at straws will follow
For now, enjoy this one.
Denis Descause
Electricite de France / Direction Etudes et Recherches
1 av du General De Gaulle
92141 Clamart Cedex
Tel:(33 1) 47 65 30 85 , Fax: (33 1) 47 65 46 88
Email: Denis.Descause@der.edf.fr
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{define Am/D 1 0 1 2 0 - -}
{define G/D 1 3 3 4 0 - -}
{define A/D 1 0 2 2 0 - -}
{define C/D 1 0 1 0 0 - -}
{define D/E 1 2 3 2 2 - -}
{define Asus4 1 0 3 2 2 0 -}
{define C5 1 2 1 - 2 - -}
{define Bm7 1 2 3 2 4 2 -}
{t: Hotel Hobbies}
{st: Marillion}
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
The short straw takes its bow
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The tell tale sign of the last cigarette marking time in the pockets as the
whisky sweat lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed
And a familiar craving is crawling through his head
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And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
Introducing characters to memories like old friends
Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
In a fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour
Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy hour, a pilgrimage to happy hour
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New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares
Through a curtains tear, shuffling its beams
As if in nervous anticipation of another day