Chords for Tindersticks - Ballad of Tindersticks (Live on 2 Meter Sessions)

_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] First _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ time we flew in, [F#m] it was cheap and cramped.
[Bm] _ The bunker running out halfway across the Atlantic.
_ _ Even the [F#m] stewards screamed, enjoy the landing.
[Bm] We didn't think we were going to make it.
_ _ Now we're stretched out in wide [F#m] furry seats, flicking through [Bm] maintenance.
I _ walked to the bar and had a bunch of screw top champagne so we could drink.
_ [F#m] _ _ [A] It was so [Bm] easy. _
_ [A] _ [Em] _ We take turns having our photo taken, [Bm] _ sitting in front of [Em] smoke windows.
_ We can't sit cheap whiskey now. _ _
[F] I [Bm] drive into my desk, [Em] take this out.
_ _ [Bm] _ _ It's guest town.
That's [F#m] where people pay the money to see.
[Bm] _
Who are we to argue?
_ _ Five hours now it's been going on.
[F#m] You still be watching over.
_ [Bm] Can he really believe us?
_ Can he really lie?
Better not.
It's his own [F#m] team.
_ [A] [Bm] When you lose the ability to step back, get a sense of your own _ ridiculousness,
[F#m] there are us all.
_ [Em] _ _
_ Midnight, it's all over.
[B] _ [Bm] Drinking red makes it.
_ [Em] We're standing on our heads, drinking sours of Crisco, slamming.
[Bm] Now we're unable to step back.
[Em] All for.
_ _ [Bm]
We're swallowing, swallowing, _ chasing it again.
[F#m] It's not so [A] pleasant.
_ [Bm] _ Perhaps it's an acquired taste.
The first time it makes you [A] sick.
Then little by little it [Bm] becomes delicious. _ _ _
Showbiz people, always there to be interested [F#m] in what you have to say.
[Bm] We are out.
We are sensitive and poor.
We nod our heads earnestly.
[F#m] Already halfway down [Bm] the shunting.
On our [Em] way to leaving the place dry.
_ The $2 [Bm],000 bottle.
_ Showbiz pigs [Em] have attacked.
_ [Bm] We're on our [Em] way left.
_ _ Nothing.
_ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ Los Angeles.
Hey Daisy.
[F#m]
And our sense of irony [Bm] is wearing pretty thin.
I have friends with me.
_ It's too late. _ _
[F#m] It's close [Bm] time.
We're dressed. _ _ _
_ _ Martin in the play one less sleepy [A] strangers in the night.
[Bm] And the last of the martins dribbled out at you.
Sitting chasing the conversation around the table.
[F#m] _ Jesus, how [Bm] long have I been in [Em] this state?
_ _ The limousine still waiting outside.
[G] _
Anything you [Em] want to do.
_ [Bm] Anywhere you want to [Em] go.
_ We're on our way to the [G] airport.
The plane to Vegas.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
So many nights lying in bed shape.
[F#m] Dream of pushing my [Bm] daughter around the street.
_ _ The joy of seeing all those colors and shapes reflected [F#m] in her wide eyes.
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
My head leaning on the wind.
And [G] we're driving through [F#m] the empty LA streets.
[Bm] And everything seems silent to me.
_ _ Skyless faces in the floor.
[F#m] Police revolvers glistening in the [Em] street light.
[G] _ Onto mail roads [Em] and nudging through a sea of Halloween plans left behind.
[Bm]
The flight's canceled.
[Em] But it doesn't [A] matter.
[Em] _
Turn this corner into a wind.
It takes us wherever.
[Bm] _
_ Up [Em] the [A] sunset.
On a creep up [Em] the drive to the [Bm] chateau.
_ The sweet Balushi [F#m] died.
Or the one Morrison hung [Bm] out the window.
Or a group of gents.
[E] I may fancy a little window hanging [A] myself tonight.
_ _ [Bm] _ Straight over to the keep up.
Open the champagne.
_ One sip [F#m] and it's left awakened.
_ [G] Anyone [Bm] hungry?
A team of uniformed waiters lay out an elaborate table [F#m] for a group _ of [Bm] loathing eyes.
_ [D] How [Em] we used to live it.
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [A] _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Bm] In back of the McCall Frag Night.
[F#m] Do you want to have a drink?
[Bm] _ Well I could try. _
[Em] _ Perhaps we could make it to the Atlantic.
[F#m] Six hundred yards.
[Bm] Twenty minutes later.
We're pushing through the wake of the crowd.
_ Old Tisha.
[F#m] _
[A] An exclusive [Bm] law policy.
_ Exclusively for us all.
And tonight.
When.
[F#m] _
The night of the [Bm] end.
We're inside. _
[Em] We're falling down the red velvety stage.
[Bm]
Blimps play.
[Em] Have certain pursuits. _
We pick ourselves up.
With nothing [Bm] broken.
Just aches in the morning.
[Em] _ _ Find a [Bm] theater.
_ Champagne arrived.
_ We're being so [F#m] drunk.
We're sick and upset.
[Bm] _ We tried to. _
[Em] For the first time in a long [Bm] time.
Drunk with [A] depression.
_ Should have [Bm] made it to the sea.
We used the red potato bits.
And don't think she'll do.
[F#m] We stumble out to fill her.
[Bm] _ Tripping over the sleeping bags.
She has to pretend.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
[D] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _