Chords for Paul Weller - Private Hell (Radio 2 In Concert)
Tempo:
114.2 bpm
Chords used:
C
Em
D
G
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em]
Closer than close you see yourself a mirrored image [C]
of what you wanted [Em] to be.
As each day goes by a little more you can't remember [C] what it was you [Em] wanted anyway.
You must feel the lines they plot this space your raging face.
[C] Face that once was [D] so beautiful.
[C]
You're still there but [D] unrecognizable.
[Em]
Private Hell.
Private Hell.
The man that you once loved is bored and fat and seldom in.
[C]
Working late [Em] as usual.
You're in a restless wane.
You feel the strain.
The flat spring snap of the [C] occasions he lies [D] upon you.
[C] Close your eyes [D]
and think of nothing but [Em] Private Hell.
Private Hell.
[G] [C] Cabelma [G] wonder what [C] she's doing.
[G] A [C] hospitalitarian [G] with your [C] grandchildren.
[A] In [Bm] Cabelma [A]
still [Bm] that cottage.
[A] He send them letters which it doesn't [Bm] acknowledge.
[Em] You don't care.
They don't care.
[C] Because they're all going through [D] their hell.
[Em] Private Hell.
Private Hell.
The morning slips away in a valium haze and cantilever locks and [C] numerous cups [Em] of coffee.
In the afternoon the weekly food is put in bags [C] and you float up down [Em] the high street.
The shop windows reflect a nameless host to a clotted ghost.
[C] A picture of your [D]
fantasy.
[C] A victim of your [D]
misery.
[Em] Private Hell.
Private Hell.
[G] [C] [G]
[C] [G] [C] [G]
[C] [G] [C] Cabelma [G] wonder what [C] she's doing.
[G] A [C] hospititarian [G] with your [Am] grandchildren.
[A] In [Bm] Cabelma [A]
still [Bm] that cottage.
[A] He send them letters which it doesn't [D] acknowledge.
[Em] You don't care.
They don't care.
[C] Because they're all going [D] through their hell.
[E] Private [Em] Hell.
Private Hell.
Alone at six o'clock you trouble cup.
You see it smash.
Inside you crack.
You can't go up.
[A] But you sweep [C] it up.
[D] Sleeping lost inside [Em] your private hell.
[C] Sanitary [D] and lost inside [Em] your private hell.
[C] Sanitary [D] and lost inside [Em] your private hell.
Private Hell.
Private [A] Hell.
Closer than close you see yourself a mirrored image [C]
of what you wanted [Em] to be.
As each day goes by a little more you can't remember [C] what it was you [Em] wanted anyway.
You must feel the lines they plot this space your raging face.
[C] Face that once was [D] so beautiful.
[C]
You're still there but [D] unrecognizable.
[Em]
Private Hell.
Private Hell.
The man that you once loved is bored and fat and seldom in.
[C]
Working late [Em] as usual.
You're in a restless wane.
You feel the strain.
The flat spring snap of the [C] occasions he lies [D] upon you.
[C] Close your eyes [D]
and think of nothing but [Em] Private Hell.
Private Hell.
[G] [C] Cabelma [G] wonder what [C] she's doing.
[G] A [C] hospitalitarian [G] with your [C] grandchildren.
[A] In [Bm] Cabelma [A]
still [Bm] that cottage.
[A] He send them letters which it doesn't [Bm] acknowledge.
[Em] You don't care.
They don't care.
[C] Because they're all going through [D] their hell.
[Em] Private Hell.
Private Hell.
The morning slips away in a valium haze and cantilever locks and [C] numerous cups [Em] of coffee.
In the afternoon the weekly food is put in bags [C] and you float up down [Em] the high street.
The shop windows reflect a nameless host to a clotted ghost.
[C] A picture of your [D]
fantasy.
[C] A victim of your [D]
misery.
[Em] Private Hell.
Private Hell.
[G] [C] [G]
[C] [G] [C] [G]
[C] [G] [C] Cabelma [G] wonder what [C] she's doing.
[G] A [C] hospititarian [G] with your [Am] grandchildren.
[A] In [Bm] Cabelma [A]
still [Bm] that cottage.
[A] He send them letters which it doesn't [D] acknowledge.
[Em] You don't care.
They don't care.
[C] Because they're all going [D] through their hell.
[E] Private [Em] Hell.
Private Hell.
Alone at six o'clock you trouble cup.
You see it smash.
Inside you crack.
You can't go up.
[A] But you sweep [C] it up.
[D] Sleeping lost inside [Em] your private hell.
[C] Sanitary [D] and lost inside [Em] your private hell.
[C] Sanitary [D] and lost inside [Em] your private hell.
Private Hell.
Private [A] Hell.
Key:
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[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Closer than close you see yourself a mirrored image _ [C]
of what you wanted [Em] to be. _ _
_ _ _ As each day goes by a little more you can't remember _ [C] what it was you [Em] wanted anyway.
_ _ _ _ You must feel the lines they plot this space your raging face.
_ [C] Face that once was [D] so beautiful.
_ [C]
You're still there but [D] _ _ unrecognizable.
[Em] _
_ Private Hell. _ _ _
_ Private Hell. _ _
The _ _ _ _ _ _ man that you once loved is bored and fat and seldom in.
_ _ [C]
Working late [Em] as usual. _ _ _
_ _ You're in a restless wane.
You feel the strain.
The flat spring snap _ of the [C] occasions he lies [D] upon you.
_ _ [C] Close your eyes [D]
and think of nothing but [Em] _ _ Private _ Hell.
_ _ _ Private _ Hell.
_ [G] _ _ [C] Cabelma [G] wonder what [C] she's doing.
[G] A _ [C] hospitalitarian [G] with your [C] grandchildren.
[A] In [Bm] Cabelma [A]
still [Bm] that cottage.
[A] He send them letters which it doesn't [Bm] acknowledge.
[Em] _ You don't care.
_ _ They don't care.
[C] Because they're all going through [D] their hell.
_ _ [Em] _ _ Private _ Hell.
_ _ _ Private _ Hell. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ The morning slips away in a valium haze and cantilever locks and [C] numerous cups [Em] of coffee. _ _ _ _ _ _
In the afternoon the weekly food is put in bags _ [C] and you float up down [Em] the high street. _ _ _
_ _ The shop windows reflect a nameless host to a clotted ghost.
_ [C] A picture of your [D] _
fantasy.
[C] A victim of your [D] _
misery.
_ [Em] _ _ Private _ Hell.
_ _ _ Private Hell.
_ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] Cabelma [G] wonder what [C] she's doing.
[G] A _ [C] hospititarian [G] with your [Am] grandchildren.
[A] In [Bm] Cabelma [A]
still [Bm] that cottage.
[A] He send them letters which it doesn't [D] acknowledge.
[Em] _ You don't care.
_ _ _ They don't care.
[C] Because they're all going [D] through their hell.
_ _ [E] _ _ Private [Em] Hell.
_ _ _ Private _ Hell. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Alone at six o'clock you trouble cup.
You see it smash.
Inside you crack.
You can't go up.
[A] But you sweep [C] it up.
_ [D] Sleeping lost inside [Em] your _ private _ hell.
_ [C] _ Sanitary [D] and lost inside [Em] your _ private _ hell.
_ [C] _ Sanitary [D] and lost inside [Em] your _ private _ hell.
_ _ _ Private _ Hell. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Private [A] Hell. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Closer than close you see yourself a mirrored image _ [C]
of what you wanted [Em] to be. _ _
_ _ _ As each day goes by a little more you can't remember _ [C] what it was you [Em] wanted anyway.
_ _ _ _ You must feel the lines they plot this space your raging face.
_ [C] Face that once was [D] so beautiful.
_ [C]
You're still there but [D] _ _ unrecognizable.
[Em] _
_ Private Hell. _ _ _
_ Private Hell. _ _
The _ _ _ _ _ _ man that you once loved is bored and fat and seldom in.
_ _ [C]
Working late [Em] as usual. _ _ _
_ _ You're in a restless wane.
You feel the strain.
The flat spring snap _ of the [C] occasions he lies [D] upon you.
_ _ [C] Close your eyes [D]
and think of nothing but [Em] _ _ Private _ Hell.
_ _ _ Private _ Hell.
_ [G] _ _ [C] Cabelma [G] wonder what [C] she's doing.
[G] A _ [C] hospitalitarian [G] with your [C] grandchildren.
[A] In [Bm] Cabelma [A]
still [Bm] that cottage.
[A] He send them letters which it doesn't [Bm] acknowledge.
[Em] _ You don't care.
_ _ They don't care.
[C] Because they're all going through [D] their hell.
_ _ [Em] _ _ Private _ Hell.
_ _ _ Private _ Hell. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ The morning slips away in a valium haze and cantilever locks and [C] numerous cups [Em] of coffee. _ _ _ _ _ _
In the afternoon the weekly food is put in bags _ [C] and you float up down [Em] the high street. _ _ _
_ _ The shop windows reflect a nameless host to a clotted ghost.
_ [C] A picture of your [D] _
fantasy.
[C] A victim of your [D] _
misery.
_ [Em] _ _ Private _ Hell.
_ _ _ Private Hell.
_ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] Cabelma [G] wonder what [C] she's doing.
[G] A _ [C] hospititarian [G] with your [Am] grandchildren.
[A] In [Bm] Cabelma [A]
still [Bm] that cottage.
[A] He send them letters which it doesn't [D] acknowledge.
[Em] _ You don't care.
_ _ _ They don't care.
[C] Because they're all going [D] through their hell.
_ _ [E] _ _ Private [Em] Hell.
_ _ _ Private _ Hell. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Alone at six o'clock you trouble cup.
You see it smash.
Inside you crack.
You can't go up.
[A] But you sweep [C] it up.
_ [D] Sleeping lost inside [Em] your _ private _ hell.
_ [C] _ Sanitary [D] and lost inside [Em] your _ private _ hell.
_ [C] _ Sanitary [D] and lost inside [Em] your _ private _ hell.
_ _ _ Private _ Hell. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Private [A] Hell. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _