The Bitter Cup Chords by Billy Childish, The Singing Loins
Tempo:
109.85 bpm
Chords used:
Am
C
Em
G
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Am] [C]
[Em] [Am] [G] [Am]
And I remember the breath of my [C] father, his kisses [G] were [Am] bedded and damp.
The romance of the bottle, dragging him down to awake [Em] and dishevelled [Am] in the tank.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [G] the truth [Am] like the drunk.
Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a [Em] pan on my knees [Am] and I've smelt.
And I remember my mother in the gin, she fell and [G] we thought she [Am] was dead.
Naked and dull like his skull face was shouting, we ran to [G] her who painted [Am] red.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a [Em] pan on my knees and [Am] I've sunk.
For the women we curse and abuse them, [C] they say we [Bm] ain't got no [Am] respect.
Full of bravado, godless and fearful, we pray no [G] one will [Am] detect.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a pan on [Em] my knees [Am] and I've sunk.
And there's no taste sweeter than the rush of hot vomit, separate [G] decaying [Am] back teeth.
I'd whisper I love you and quit all this hating, but in truth I [Bm] ain't got the [Am] belief.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a [Em] pan on my knees and [Am] I've sunk.
Smashed and dishevelled, of course they did wreck us, poisoned [D] by our own bitter [Am] cup.
Stumbling and opening inside I was lonely, I'm sick and [D] I'm down and [Am] I'm drunk.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a pan on [Em] my knees [Am] and I've sunk.
[N]
[Em] [Am] [G] [Am]
And I remember the breath of my [C] father, his kisses [G] were [Am] bedded and damp.
The romance of the bottle, dragging him down to awake [Em] and dishevelled [Am] in the tank.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [G] the truth [Am] like the drunk.
Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a [Em] pan on my knees [Am] and I've smelt.
And I remember my mother in the gin, she fell and [G] we thought she [Am] was dead.
Naked and dull like his skull face was shouting, we ran to [G] her who painted [Am] red.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a [Em] pan on my knees and [Am] I've sunk.
For the women we curse and abuse them, [C] they say we [Bm] ain't got no [Am] respect.
Full of bravado, godless and fearful, we pray no [G] one will [Am] detect.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a pan on [Em] my knees [Am] and I've sunk.
And there's no taste sweeter than the rush of hot vomit, separate [G] decaying [Am] back teeth.
I'd whisper I love you and quit all this hating, but in truth I [Bm] ain't got the [Am] belief.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a [Em] pan on my knees and [Am] I've sunk.
Smashed and dishevelled, of course they did wreck us, poisoned [D] by our own bitter [Am] cup.
Stumbling and opening inside I was lonely, I'm sick and [D] I'm down and [Am] I'm drunk.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a pan on [Em] my knees [Am] and I've sunk.
[N]
Key:
Am
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Em
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Bm
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C
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[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
[Em] _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And I remember the breath of my [C] father, his kisses [G] were [Am] bedded and damp.
_ The romance of the bottle, dragging him down to awake [Em] and dishevelled [Am] in the tank.
_ And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [G] the truth [Am] like the drunk.
_ _ Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a [Em] pan on my knees [Am] and I've smelt.
And I remember my mother in the gin, she fell and [G] we thought she [Am] was dead.
_ _ Naked and dull like his skull face was shouting, we ran to [G] her who painted [Am] red.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
_ _ Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a [Em] pan on my knees and [Am] I've sunk.
_ _ For the women we curse and abuse them, [C] they say we [Bm] ain't got no [Am] respect.
_ _ Full of bravado, godless and fearful, we pray no [G] one will [Am] detect.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
_ _ Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a pan on [Em] my knees [Am] and I've sunk.
And there's no taste sweeter than the rush of hot vomit, separate [G] decaying [Am] back teeth.
_ I'd whisper I love you and quit all this hating, but in truth I [Bm] ain't got the [Am] belief.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
_ _ Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a [Em] pan on my knees and [Am] I've sunk.
_ _ Smashed and dishevelled, of course they did wreck us, poisoned [D] by our own bitter [Am] cup.
_ _ _ Stumbling and opening inside I was lonely, I'm sick and [D] I'm down and [Am] I'm drunk.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
_ _ Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a pan on [Em] my knees [Am] and I've sunk. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[Em] _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And I remember the breath of my [C] father, his kisses [G] were [Am] bedded and damp.
_ The romance of the bottle, dragging him down to awake [Em] and dishevelled [Am] in the tank.
_ And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [G] the truth [Am] like the drunk.
_ _ Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a [Em] pan on my knees [Am] and I've smelt.
And I remember my mother in the gin, she fell and [G] we thought she [Am] was dead.
_ _ Naked and dull like his skull face was shouting, we ran to [G] her who painted [Am] red.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
_ _ Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a [Em] pan on my knees and [Am] I've sunk.
_ _ For the women we curse and abuse them, [C] they say we [Bm] ain't got no [Am] respect.
_ _ Full of bravado, godless and fearful, we pray no [G] one will [Am] detect.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
_ _ Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a pan on [Em] my knees [Am] and I've sunk.
And there's no taste sweeter than the rush of hot vomit, separate [G] decaying [Am] back teeth.
_ I'd whisper I love you and quit all this hating, but in truth I [Bm] ain't got the [Am] belief.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
_ _ Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a [Em] pan on my knees and [Am] I've sunk.
_ _ Smashed and dishevelled, of course they did wreck us, poisoned [D] by our own bitter [Am] cup.
_ _ _ Stumbling and opening inside I was lonely, I'm sick and [D] I'm down and [Am] I'm drunk.
And there's no CD player in the piss of the bottle, [C] and none speaks [Em] the truth like [Am] the drunk.
_ _ Whiskey was swirling like a sorrowful river, [C] a pan on [Em] my knees [Am] and I've sunk. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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