his is a chord transcription. In most of the song the bass is the main
accompaniment, with some guitar comping as embellishments. So the chords
are implied by the bass, and I've deduced them from what I could pick up
from the guitar and keys. Hope it all makes sense! For the curious, Louis
Burdett is a Sydney muso from Newtown (home of all povvo musos and wanky
left-wing arts students), and a former flatmate of Tim Freedman.
Now, Tim's phrasing of the lyrics are not repetitive - that's their
attraction! For that reason I'm not going to try to line up the chord
changes with with lyrics...in the verse, the change |Ebm B Bb| is repeated
- listen to the CD, you'll hear where and when the changes happen :-)
Intro:
Ebm B Bb (repeat)
Verse (same chords):
Had a little bit to drink
There's a little thing I wanted to do out east
Nothing too emotional, my good miss
I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes
Stop talking 'bout the years -
you sound like Louis Burdett
Chorus:
[F#]And we roll [Ab]on to my back [B]shed
Play some [C#]poker, scratch my [F#]head
[F#]Look at the [Ab]sky and spot the [B]planes
Where would I[C#] go on holiday[F#]s?
Roll with the [Ab]punches down the a[E]isles
and down the str[B]eets the [Bb]weeks roll b[Ebm]y. [B][Bb]
Verse 2: (Ebm B Bb)
I'm chewing ice and grinning
I'm spewing up and spinning
It's biliousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen.
Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere
What? Someone might see you alone?
Stop bagging out the band,
You sound like Louis Burdett
Chorus:
[F#]All my friends are [Ab]fuckups
but they're f[B]un to have [C#]around
Banana c[F#]hairs out on the c[Ab]oncrete
Telling s[B]tories to the [C#]stars
How Gemin[F#]is love wooden dr[Ab]agons, yeah
H[E]ow down the stree[B]t th[Bb]e weeks roll by[Ebm]. [B][Bb]
Bridge:
[Ab]The moment the [B]night wears off the [F#]bombsite r[E]eappears[B]
[B]They're all asleep but the morning tastes like w[A]ine
It tastes like wine in Tempe
I f[D]eel so good I[E], just might, [F#]wake him up
[Ebm]Pat him on t[B]he [Bb]bald head - tell me about a dream, Louis
Something obscene, Louis
Your life's an open magazine, Louis.
Solo over same chords.
[Ebm]I'm stoned i[B]n a[Bb] bookshop, sober in a nightclub
Sex is everywhere but no-where around me
By the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbating
Never rains in Tempe but the planes remind me of family money
And the lack down here
Stop talking, frustrated, 'cause I sound like Louis Burdett
Chorus:
[F#]And we roll [Ab]on to my back [B]shed
Play some [C#]poker, scratch my [F#]head
[F#]Look at the [Ab]sky and spot the [B]planes
Where would I[C#] go on holiday[F#]s?
Roll with the [Ab]punches down the a[E]isles
and down the str[B]eets the [Bb]weeks roll b[Ebm]y. [B][Bb]
[F#]All my friends are [Ab]fuckups
but they're f[B]un to have [C#]around
Banana c[F#]hairs out on the c[Ab]oncrete
Telling s[B]tories to the [C#]stars
How Gemin[F#]is love wooden dr[Ab]agons, yeah
H[E]ow down the stree[B]t th[Bb]e weeks roll by[Ebm]. [B][Bb]
Outro (same chords as chorus):
Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around
Terror, like charity, begins at home
Chris don't like madness, but madness likes him
He's got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been
Chorus again
...and how down the street the [F#]week[Ab]s, [E]rol[B]l [Bb]by.[Ebm]
accompaniment, with some guitar comping as embellishments. So the chords
are implied by the bass, and I've deduced them from what I could pick up
from the guitar and keys. Hope it all makes sense! For the curious, Louis
Burdett is a Sydney muso from Newtown (home of all povvo musos and wanky
left-wing arts students), and a former flatmate of Tim Freedman.
Now, Tim's phrasing of the lyrics are not repetitive - that's their
attraction! For that reason I'm not going to try to line up the chord
changes with with lyrics...in the verse, the change |Ebm B Bb| is repeated
- listen to the CD, you'll hear where and when the changes happen :-)
Intro:
Ebm B Bb (repeat)
Verse (same chords):
Had a little bit to drink
There's a little thing I wanted to do out east
Nothing too emotional, my good miss
I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes
Stop talking 'bout the years -
you sound like Louis Burdett
Chorus:
[F#]And we roll [Ab]on to my back [B]shed
Play some [C#]poker, scratch my [F#]head
[F#]Look at the [Ab]sky and spot the [B]planes
Where would I[C#] go on holiday[F#]s?
Roll with the [Ab]punches down the a[E]isles
and down the str[B]eets the [Bb]weeks roll b[Ebm]y. [B][Bb]
Verse 2: (Ebm B Bb)
I'm chewing ice and grinning
I'm spewing up and spinning
It's biliousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen.
Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere
What? Someone might see you alone?
Stop bagging out the band,
You sound like Louis Burdett
Chorus:
[F#]All my friends are [Ab]fuckups
but they're f[B]un to have [C#]around
Banana c[F#]hairs out on the c[Ab]oncrete
Telling s[B]tories to the [C#]stars
How Gemin[F#]is love wooden dr[Ab]agons, yeah
H[E]ow down the stree[B]t th[Bb]e weeks roll by[Ebm]. [B][Bb]
Bridge:
[Ab]The moment the [B]night wears off the [F#]bombsite r[E]eappears[B]
[B]They're all asleep but the morning tastes like w[A]ine
It tastes like wine in Tempe
I f[D]eel so good I[E], just might, [F#]wake him up
[Ebm]Pat him on t[B]he [Bb]bald head - tell me about a dream, Louis
Something obscene, Louis
Your life's an open magazine, Louis.
Solo over same chords.
[Ebm]I'm stoned i[B]n a[Bb] bookshop, sober in a nightclub
Sex is everywhere but no-where around me
By the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbating
Never rains in Tempe but the planes remind me of family money
And the lack down here
Stop talking, frustrated, 'cause I sound like Louis Burdett
Chorus:
[F#]And we roll [Ab]on to my back [B]shed
Play some [C#]poker, scratch my [F#]head
[F#]Look at the [Ab]sky and spot the [B]planes
Where would I[C#] go on holiday[F#]s?
Roll with the [Ab]punches down the a[E]isles
and down the str[B]eets the [Bb]weeks roll b[Ebm]y. [B][Bb]
[F#]All my friends are [Ab]fuckups
but they're f[B]un to have [C#]around
Banana c[F#]hairs out on the c[Ab]oncrete
Telling s[B]tories to the [C#]stars
How Gemin[F#]is love wooden dr[Ab]agons, yeah
H[E]ow down the stree[B]t th[Bb]e weeks roll by[Ebm]. [B][Bb]
Outro (same chords as chorus):
Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around
Terror, like charity, begins at home
Chris don't like madness, but madness likes him
He's got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been
Chorus again
...and how down the street the [F#]week[Ab]s, [E]rol[B]l [Bb]by.[Ebm]
