Chords for Midnight Oil - Sell My Soul ( Ronnie Scott´s Club ) - Rare

Thatcherism is now buried.
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_ _ _ When [D] farmers [Am] die, _ they cry.
[F] It's [A] hell [D] by and small to [A] [D] hear.
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_ _ _ She breaks down _
[A] in a good strain heading [Dm] south in the rain. _
[Am] Yeah.
_ It's [C] hell by and [D] small [A] to hear.
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_ [A] _ No.
[Em] _ In this [F#] _ world, [Bm] I often [F#m] think [G] you'd _ _ [C] understand _ [G] me. _
_ _ [Em] _ In [F#] these _ words, [Bm] I often [A] think [G] you'd [C] _
recognize _ [Em] me.
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Just wanna swim with [F#m] a fish in the sea.
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What's great to hear so I [A] can be clear?
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_ _ _ _ _ [D] America's great, but you don't talk back.
You hide your [C] face, smiling, smiling, snail's face.
Now, [C#m] tell her, well, look at you going [Am] up and down, wow.
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[Am] _ _ _ _ I just wanna [G] celebrate.
[Am] _ I'm not gonna sell [C] my _ [G] soul [Am] to hear.
[G] When you [Am] get right in.
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Sell [G] my soul [Am] to hear. _
Don't you get masculine.
[Em] _ [Dm] _ Sell [C]
my soul to hear.
The prices [G] gonna [Am] rise.
You won't pay it or you'll die.
I'm right if you sell [Em] your soul [F] to die.
Sell [Am]
my [C] soul [G] [Am] to hear.
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Wow, _ _ thank you very much.
I think it's probably the ultimate test, you know,
for people who've grown up with the idea that
any [G#m] sort of alternative to presenting [Gm] yourself
[G#] as a method of subtlety or art
is to make it bigger and louder than anybody can.
But of course, there are ultimate destinations
for all performers, and this apparently is one of them.
And _ it's _ probably a case of the sooner you get here
and learn how to do it, the better, you know.
It's that or the DHSS or whatever it's called,
or the public service, you know.
I mean, I think I know where I'd rather be.
As some of you may know, when Earl Grey gave the instructions
to the British sailors and the British Navy
when they came to Australia, he instructed them
that they ought to make peace in some kind of treaty
with the native inhabitants [Gm] if they found any.
But those instructions historically we [N] now know
were ignored for a variety of reasons,
which we won't attribute any blame tonight.
But the_
After all, the cricket scores say it all. _
I promise I will just say to you about the cricket. _
It just brings out the worst in us, doesn't it?
Nationalists, see?
Nationalism.
Just watch it erupt here in Ronnie Scott's tomato, right?
_ _ There'll be foster wars before we know what's going on.
[Gm] Anyway, the conclusion, as we know,
is that the Australian Prime Minister has now [G#] decided
that he's going to try and make some peace.
And this song is kind of like a precursor
to