Song for Clay (Disappear Here)
A Weekend In The City, 2007
By Martin Topf,
Skrping, Denmark.
I am t[Bbm]rying to be her[F]oic
In an [F#]age of mod[C#]ernit[G#]y
I am t[Bbm]rying to be her[F]oic
Because all a[F#]round me histo[D#m]ry s[D#m7]ings
So I e[Bbm]njoyed and I dev[F]oured
Flesh and w[D#m]ine and luxu[C#]ry[C#maj7]
But in my h[Bbm]eart
I am l[F]ukewarm
Nothing [F#]ever reall[F#]y touches m[Bbm]e
Riff:
[Bbm] [C#] [D#m] [F] [D#m] [F] [F#] [G#]
[Bbm]At Les Trois Gar[F#]cons
We meet at pre[D#m]cisely 9 o'c[Bbm]lock
I [Bbm]order the fo[F#]ie gras
And I e-e-[D#m]e-eat it with complete dis[Bbm]dain
[Bbm]Bubbles rise in c[C#]hampagne flutes
But wh[Fm]en we kiss, I feel [Bbm]nothing
[Bbm]Feasting on sl[C#]eeping pills
And M[Fm]arlboro R[Bbm]eds
(So busy won't save you)
[Bbm]Oh h[C#]ow o[D#m]ur p[F]ar[D#m]ents[F]
They s[F#]uff[G#]ered for n[Bbm]othing[C#]
Live the d[D#m]ream, l[F]ive the dre[D#m]am, live the dr[F]eam
Like the [F#]80s n[G#]ever h[Bbm]appened[C#]
Peop[D#m]le a[F]re afr[D#m]aid, are afr[F]aid
To m[F#]erge [G#m]on the fr[Bbm]eewa[C]y[D#m][F][D#m][F]
[F#]Disapp[G#]ear here
Riff:
[Bbm] [C#] [D#m] [F] [D#m] [F] [F#] [G#]
[Bbm]Stroll the p[F#]ier
Into the m[D#m]agazine launch par[Bbm]ty
I am [Bbm]handed a p[F#]ill
And I swa-a-a-[D#m]allow with complete dis[Bbm]dain
[Bbm]Kick-drum bangs off [C#]the high-hat
Rem[Fm]ember to look[Bbm] bored
We [Bbm]suck each others' [C#]faces
And [Fm]make sure we are n[Bbm]oticed
(Cocaine won't save you)
Because East London is a vampire
It sucks the joy right out of me
How we long for corruption in these golden years
[Bbm]Oh h[C#]ow o[D#m]ur p[F]ar[D#m]ents[F]
They s[F#]uff[G#]ered for n[Bbm]othing[C#]
Live the d[D#m]ream, l[F]ive the dre[D#m]am, live the dr[F]eam
Like the [F#]80s n[G#]ever h[Bbm]appened[C#]
Peop[D#m]le a[F]re afr[D#m]aid, are afr[F]aid
To m[F#]erge [G#m]on the fr[Bbm]eewa[C]y[D#m][F][D#m][F]
[F#]Disapp[G#]ear here
A Weekend In The City, 2007
By Martin Topf,
Skrping, Denmark.
I am t[Bbm]rying to be her[F]oic
In an [F#]age of mod[C#]ernit[G#]y
I am t[Bbm]rying to be her[F]oic
Because all a[F#]round me histo[D#m]ry s[D#m7]ings
So I e[Bbm]njoyed and I dev[F]oured
Flesh and w[D#m]ine and luxu[C#]ry[C#maj7]
But in my h[Bbm]eart
I am l[F]ukewarm
Nothing [F#]ever reall[F#]y touches m[Bbm]e
Riff:
[Bbm] [C#] [D#m] [F] [D#m] [F] [F#] [G#]
[Bbm]At Les Trois Gar[F#]cons
We meet at pre[D#m]cisely 9 o'c[Bbm]lock
I [Bbm]order the fo[F#]ie gras
And I e-e-[D#m]e-eat it with complete dis[Bbm]dain
[Bbm]Bubbles rise in c[C#]hampagne flutes
But wh[Fm]en we kiss, I feel [Bbm]nothing
[Bbm]Feasting on sl[C#]eeping pills
And M[Fm]arlboro R[Bbm]eds
(So busy won't save you)
[Bbm]Oh h[C#]ow o[D#m]ur p[F]ar[D#m]ents[F]
They s[F#]uff[G#]ered for n[Bbm]othing[C#]
Live the d[D#m]ream, l[F]ive the dre[D#m]am, live the dr[F]eam
Like the [F#]80s n[G#]ever h[Bbm]appened[C#]
Peop[D#m]le a[F]re afr[D#m]aid, are afr[F]aid
To m[F#]erge [G#m]on the fr[Bbm]eewa[C]y[D#m][F][D#m][F]
[F#]Disapp[G#]ear here
Riff:
[Bbm] [C#] [D#m] [F] [D#m] [F] [F#] [G#]
[Bbm]Stroll the p[F#]ier
Into the m[D#m]agazine launch par[Bbm]ty
I am [Bbm]handed a p[F#]ill
And I swa-a-a-[D#m]allow with complete dis[Bbm]dain
[Bbm]Kick-drum bangs off [C#]the high-hat
Rem[Fm]ember to look[Bbm] bored
We [Bbm]suck each others' [C#]faces
And [Fm]make sure we are n[Bbm]oticed
(Cocaine won't save you)
Because East London is a vampire
It sucks the joy right out of me
How we long for corruption in these golden years
[Bbm]Oh h[C#]ow o[D#m]ur p[F]ar[D#m]ents[F]
They s[F#]uff[G#]ered for n[Bbm]othing[C#]
Live the d[D#m]ream, l[F]ive the dre[D#m]am, live the dr[F]eam
Like the [F#]80s n[G#]ever h[Bbm]appened[C#]
Peop[D#m]le a[F]re afr[D#m]aid, are afr[F]aid
To m[F#]erge [G#m]on the fr[Bbm]eewa[C]y[D#m][F][D#m][F]
[F#]Disapp[G#]ear here
