Biography:
Christopher Anton Rea (born 4 March 1951) is an English rock and blues singer-songwriter and guitarist. Born and raised in Middlesbrough, he is of Italian and Irish descent. He is known for his distinctive, husky singing and slide guitar playing, with the Guinness Rockopedia describing him as a "gravel-voiced guitar stalwart". After learning to play the guitar relatively late, a short burst of local band activity led to his launching a solo career in 1978.
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Other songs:
- Driving Home For Christmas
- Fool If You Think It's Over
- Looking For The Summer
- Road To Hell
- 90 Blues
- Ace Of Hearts
- All Summer Long
- Auberge
- Blue Cafe
- Candles
- Come So Far Yet Still So Far To Go
- Curse Of The Traveller
- Daytona
- Fool
- Girl In A Sports Car
- Giverny
- Gods Great Banana Skin
- Gone Fishing
- Heaven
- I Can Hear Your Heartbeat
- I Dont Know What It Is But I Love It
- Im Still Holding On
- Josephine
- Julia
- Lets Dance
- Loves Strange Ways
- Midnight Blue
- Nothing Left Behind
- Nothing To Fear
- Nothings Happening By The Sea
- On The Beach
- Raincoat And A Rose
- Road To Hell Part 1
- Road To Hell Part 1 2
- September Blue
- Shamrock Diaries
- Sing A Song Of Love To Me
- Soft Top Hard Shoulder
- Stainsby Girls
- Steel River
- Summer Love
- Texas
- Thats What They Always Say
- The Chance Of Love
- Thinking Of You
- Touche D Amour
- When The Grey Skies Turn To Blue
- Who Do You Love
- Windy Town
- Winning
- Winter Song
- You Must Be Evil
- Your Warm And Tender Love
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Love’s Strange ways Chris Rea Album: Water Sign 1983
Intro: Drums intro 1 bar……… (Am C G ) x4
Verse 1.
Am Dm
When passion shines her blinding light on you
G
You know my friend, there’s nothing
C
That you can really do.
F
Just follow on, behind her veil.
Dm
Of deepest purple haze.
B B/F# B/G E
Down.
Am
To loves strange ways
Verse 2.
Am Dm
And drowning in the laughter …….As you go.
G
Intoxicating laughter
C
That spins you high and low.
F Dm
Dangerous times are these……..but oh so wonderful
B B/F# B/G
Laugh along you fool…..Can’t you see?
E
They’re laughing at you!
B Am
Caught in the haze; of loves strange way’s
Bridge: Chords as per first verse……. Then continues with a short interlude as per Intro
Epiloque
F
Ain’t it funny?
Em
How it turns.
F
When it’s all over,
Am
Nothing’s learned.
F Am
Just a passion, and a fool.
B B/F# B/G E
And a memory that burns.
B
And that’s what you get
B/F# B/G E
When you play
Am
With love’s strange ways
End: Same as Intro.
(This is near enough correct to play along with the record; It brings me joy... so
enjoy. It's an easy enough song for beginners. That's why I 'tabbed' it. It would be great if
someone with real talent would re-address this song)
Intro: Drums intro 1 bar……… (Am C G ) x4
Verse 1.
Am Dm
When passion shines her blinding light on you
G
You know my friend, there’s nothing
C
That you can really do.
F
Just follow on, behind her veil.
Dm
Of deepest purple haze.
B B/F# B/G E
Down.
Am
To loves strange ways
Verse 2.
Am Dm
And drowning in the laughter …….As you go.
G
Intoxicating laughter
C
That spins you high and low.
F Dm
Dangerous times are these……..but oh so wonderful
B B/F# B/G
Laugh along you fool…..Can’t you see?
E
They’re laughing at you!
B Am
Caught in the haze; of loves strange way’s
Bridge: Chords as per first verse……. Then continues with a short interlude as per Intro
Epiloque
F
Ain’t it funny?
Em
How it turns.
F
When it’s all over,
Am
Nothing’s learned.
F Am
Just a passion, and a fool.
B B/F# B/G E
And a memory that burns.
B
And that’s what you get
B/F# B/G E
When you play
Am
With love’s strange ways
End: Same as Intro.
(This is near enough correct to play along with the record; It brings me joy... so
enjoy. It's an easy enough song for beginners. That's why I 'tabbed' it. It would be great if
someone with real talent would re-address this song)
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