Chords for BEASLEY STREET - JOHN COOPER CLARKE

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[G] Far from crazy [F] pavements, _ the taste of silver spoons, _ _ a clinical [N] arrangement _ on a dirty
_ [Am] afternoon _ where [Dm] the fecal germs of Mr.
Freud [N] _ are rendered [C] obsolete. _ _ _
The legal term is [G] null
and void in the [D] case of Beazley Street.
In the [Dm] cheap seats where murder breeds, [Am] somebody
is out of breath. _ _
[D] _ Sleep is a luxury, they [Dm] don't need [Am] a sneak preview of death. _ _
[Dm] _ Bella
Donna is your flower, _
_ [Am] _ _ manslaughter your meat. _
[C] _ Spend [G] a year in a couple of hours on the edge
[D] of Beazley Street, _
[Dm] _ where the action isn't. _
_ [Am] _ That's where it is. _ _
[Dm] _ _ State your position, _
_ _ [Am] _ vacancy's
exist. _
[Dm] In an ex-certificate _ exercise, [Am] ex-servicemen excrete. _
Keep [C] Joseph [G] Smiles and a baby dies
in a box [D] on Beazley Street.
From [Dm] the boarding houses and the bedsits full [Am] of _ accidents and
fleas, _
[Dm] _ _ somebody gets it.
Where [Am] the missing persons freeze, _
[Ab] _ [Dm] wearing dead men's overcoats,
[Am] you can't see their feet.
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A ripped joint [G] shuts, opens [D] upright down on Beazley Street. _
[Dm] _ Cars collide,
colours clash, [Am] disaster movie stuff. _
[Dm] But a man with a foo-man-chew moustache, [Am] _ revenge is not
enough. _
[Dm] There's a dead canary on a swivel seat, there's [Am] a rainbow in the road. _ _ _
[C] _ _ Meanwhile on
[G] Beazley [D] Street, silence is the code. _
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[Dm] _ Hot beneath the collar, _ _
[Am] _ an inspector _ calls, [Dm] where the perishing
stink of squalor _
[Am] _ _ _ impregnates the walls.
[Dm] The rats have all got rickets, _ [Am] they spit through broken
teeth. _
[C] The name of the game [G] is not cricket, [D] caught out on Beazley Street. _
[Dm] The hipster in his hired
hat, _
_ [Am] drive a borrowed car. _ _
[Dm] _ Yellow socks and a pink cravet, _ [Am] _ nothing lardy dare. _ _
[Dm] _ _ OAP, mother to be,
_ [Am] watch the three-piece suite, [Em] when shitstopper drains [G] and crocodile _ skis are [D] seen on Beazley
Street. _
[Dm] The kingdom of the blind, _ _
[Am] a one-eyed man is king. _ _
[Dm] _ Beauty problems are redefined,
[Am] the doorbells do not ring. _
[Dm] A light bulb bursts like a blister, _
[Am] the only form of heat, _ where a
[C] fellow [Em] sells his sister, _ [D] down the river on Beazley Street. _
[Dm] The boys are on the wagon, _ _ _
[Am] the girls are
on the shelf. _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ Their common problem is [Am] that they're not someone else. _
[Dm] The dirt blows out, the dust
blows in, [Am] you can't keep it neat. _
[C] It's a fully furnished [G] dustbin. _ _
[D] _ Sixteen Beazley Streets.
[C] _
[Dm] _ Vince
the ageing savage, _
[Am] _ betrays no kind of life. _
[Dm] But the smell of yesterday's cabbage and [Am] the ghost of
last year's wife, _ [Dm]
through a constant haze of deodorant [Am] sprays, he says retreat. _ _ _
[C] _ Alsatians
dug [G] the dirty days [D] down the middle of Beazley Street. _
[Dm] _ People turn to poison quick as [Am] lager
turns to piss. _ _
[Dm] _ _ Sweethearts are physically sick, _ [Am] every time they kiss. _
It's a [Dm] _ _ sociologist's
_ paradise.
[Am] _ Each day repeats. _ _
[C] Uneasy, cheesy, [Em] greasy, queasy, [D] _ beastly Beazley Street. _ _
[Dm] _ Eyes dead as
vicious fish, [Am] _ look around for lats. _ _
[Dm] If I could have just one wish, I [Am] would be a photograph _ on
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a permanent Monday morning. _
[Am] Get lost or fall asleep _ when the [C] yellow cats [Em] are yawning around
[D] the back of Beazley Street. _
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