SMOKERS IN LOVE Transcribed by Owen Marriott [me@owenm.co.uk] G/Bb - [x10033] Intro: Bm D Em F#m Bm D Em G Bm D A G In the early morning, when you wake each other up Bm D A Coughing like you might not make the afternoon Bm D A G You keep the curtains closed and you carry off a conversation Bm D A G G/Bb D G But you both know that it’s still far too soon to say you’ll be OK D G La la la la la D A G You keep the curtains closed and you hide behind the newspaper Bm D A You got yourself some nicotine in the nick of time Bm D A G And even though the weekend doesn’t really make much difference Bm D A G You spent Thursday on your backside whistling Friday On My Mind G/Bb Super-supine D G La la la la la la Smokers in D G La la la la la la Smokers in Bm G La la la la la la D Smokers in love A Em Bm G G# A Happy and hungover on the first day of October A Em Bm G G# A Bb Struggling to remember the last night of September Then play: Bm D Em F#m Bm D Em G Bm D A G In the early evening, then you crack each other up Bm D A Laughing ’til you’re practically bent double on the floor Bm D A G Amidst a sea of empty bottles, crockery and coffee cups Bm D A G Using anything for ashtrays, drinking drinks you can’t afford G/Bb And you’re still bored D G La la la la la la Smokers in D G La la la la la la Smokers in Bm G La la la la la la D C9 D Smokers in love
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT BETTER Transcribed by Owen Marriott [me@owenm.co.uk] C Am Take your time Dm G Or some of mine Bb F Am G I’ve got more than I know what to do with C Am It’s getting boring Dm G At the wrong end of the morning Bb F Am C Staring myself stupid F G Into a turned-off television C F G Cross-eyed, couch-ridden C E7 Am F I should get myself to bed C E7 Am F Or get myself together C E7 Am F I suppose it could be worse Dm F C Fm C But I can’t believe it’s not better Then play: C Am Dm G Bb F Am Bb C Am A lot depends Dm G On the friendliness of friends Bb F Am G I reckon I should reconsider C Am So come on, spring to my defence Dm G When nothing else makes sense Bb F Am C But unemployment figures F G I can still afford to find it funny C F G That there’s so much month left at the end of the money C E7 Am F I should get myself to bed C E7 Am F Or get myself together C E7 Am F I suppose it could be worse Dm G But I can’t believe it’s not better C Fm C Hurry up! Hurry up! Fm Dm G It would be good to go outside C Fm C Fm I know it’s late but I’m willing to wait Dm G I’m just so sick and tired C Fm C Of the ceilings and floors Fm C Fm C Fm C Fm C [to end] Of the not-so-great indoors
IE, EG, ETC. Transcribed by Owen Marriott [me@owenm.co.uk] GmX (?) - [xx0323] B7 - [x21202] G GmX Am Here comes the blow-in again B7 C D Blowing kisses from the doorway G GmX Am Don’t just stand there, let him in B7 C D We want to hear some of his stories G D C We’re the people that he knows G D C When there’s nowhere else to go G D C Am When it’s four am and pouring rain outside D7 We’re his tonight G GmX Am Tell me your troubles again B7 C D Tell me whom you can relate to G GmX Am I’d like it if we could become closer friends B7 C D G D7 In fact I can barely wait to see you again G D7 Just say when G GmX D7 Well you know that I’ll be waiting here ’til then Chords during break: G GmX Am B7 C D x2 G D C We’re the people that he knows G D C When there’s nowhere else to go G D C Am When it’s four am and pouring rain outside D7 We’re his tonight G D That is C For example G D C Etcetera [..to end]
THE GOLDEN AGE OF AVIATION Transcribed by Owen Marriott [me@owenm.co.uk] Intro: B D#m C#m F# E C#m G#m B B D#m C#m F# For argument's sake let's pretend we could stop arguing E C#m G#m B Over which of us is wrong and why it isn't you B D#m C#m F# We're barely awake before your head's up in the clouds again E C#m G#m B There's nothing you like more than having nothing much to do E Stood akimbo B D#m C#m F# E C#m G#m B Staring out the window at the sky B D#m C#m F# All afternoon you've been buried in a biography E C#m G#m B Of an aviatrix lost at sea, never to be found B D#m C#m F# Holed up in your room, holding out for an apology E C#m G#m But gravity will get to you eventually B E You'll come down from upstairs again E With all those model aeroplanes B E And the novelty wore off B E When the pilots still wore goggles B D#m But your eyes look skywards G#m E And your mind still boggles Then play: Verse chords B D#m C#m F# I'm going grey but you look younger than a year ago E C#m G#m B When you put your hair in pigtails and you put your hand in mine B D#m C#m F# We'll be OK - I'm happy when you're here E C#m G#m B But oh, your smile can seem as far away as once upon a time E You can't help it E Hopelessly nostalgic C#m E A passing interest in the past E B G#m F# But I think it's going to last a little longer C#m E B I'll hold on to your hand as tightly as I can G#m F# But modelling glue is stronger Then play: Verse chords Then play: E B E The novelty wore off B E When the pilots still wore goggles B D#m But your eyes look skywards G#m F# And your mind still boggles B E B E Through frequent flyers' disappointments and disasters B D#m G#m E The golden age of aviation never lost its lustre End on: B
BEFORE THE SUN CAME UP Transcribed by Jeremy Tweddle [jeremy@breams.co.uk] Intro: D Am7 D Am7 C D D Am7 I’ll never forget the morning we went running around C Before the sun came up D So new to this town D Am7 Under the weary light we took a ferry ride C And then went over to the island D Stood there silently on the bow Am7 C D And it was something akin to being in love Am7 I guess it’s love D Am7 We stood together but there was some reason we never kissed C D She was the one I missed stepping on the bus D We left it up in the air Am7 We left it all to fate C We left it a little too late D Stepping on the bus Am7 C D And it was something akin to being in love Am7 Bm7 I guess it’s love Cmaj7 I guess it's love Break: D Am7 C D x 4 Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7 Cmaj7 D D Am7 I’ll never forget the morning we went running around C Before the sun came up D We thought we knew this town D We took the bus to Prahran Am7 We took the bus too far C D You held my hand, and I’ve held that in my heart Am7 C D You held my hand, and I’ve held that in my heart Outro: Am7 C D (repeat to fade)
THE OPPOSITE OF COFFEE Transcribed by Jeremy Tweddle [jeremy@breams.co.uk] C G Dm7 She gets a haircut every June F C On a kitchen chair G Dm7 Last year it couldn’t come too soon F Am Now she couldn’t care Dm7 G7 Her mind is otherwise occupied Break: C G Dm7 F C x 2 G Dm7 She sits cross-legged on the floor F C In an A-line skirt G Dm7 But she’d make a beeline for the door F C If it was up to her Dm7 Am G C When the autumn leaves Dm7 Am G C Then the winter settles in Dm7 Am G And sometimes it seems C Dm7 Am G C As though that overcoat’s her second skin G Dm7 She often speaks so softly F C She sends me to sleep G Dm7 She’s the opposite of coffee F Am Dm7 G7 C She’s the last thing I need first thing in the morning Dm7 Am G C When the autumn leaves Dm7 Am G C Then the winter settles in Dm7 Am G And sometimes it seems C Dm7 Am G F As though that overcoat’s her second skin C Dm7 Am Everything she says ends softer than it starts F C Dm7 Am So few of her sentences end in exclamation marks F Dm7 She starts talking, I start yawning G She’s the last thing I need first thing in the morning Outro: C G Dm7 F C (repeat to fade)