Biography:
Fionn Regan is an Irish singer-songwriter who hails from Bray, Co Wicklow and has been performing since 2002. Receiving warm response from the media and general public alike with the release of his Hotel Room EP in 2004, he later went on to release his critically-acclaimed debut album The End of History in 2006.
Citing his musical influences as Leadbelly, Howlin' Wolf, Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Neil Young, The Velvet Underground, Pixies and Nirvana, Regan has drawn comparisons to Young, Woody Guthrie and John Lennon.
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PUT A PENNY IN THE SLOT BY FIONN REGAN
I love this song, and couldn’t find any chords for it, so thought I would give it
a go.. this is my first song transposing.. so I hope its okay, if you think
something is wrong and I should change it, please tell me XD
CAPO 1ST FRET (:
C
I apologise,
F C
seem to have arrived,
Am E Am
On what items in my bag from your house.
C
There's cutlery,
F C
a tablecloth, some Hennessy,
Am E Am
And a book on Presidents deceased.
C
I'll have them fed-exed to you,
F C
It was a strange thing to do,
Am E Am
I hope we can still be friends.
C
Ah, it was not me,
F C
but someone else, you see,
Am E Am
Twisting the steering reins.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and make an
E F C
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
F C F C
Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
C
I don't give advise,
F C
But be wise and think twice,
Am E Am
Before getting involved in a game.
C
Where the minority
F C
Face the majority
Am E Am
Who are faceless and born without names.
C
Was it knock synch when
F C
we came across three men,
Am E Am
They had church candles wrapped in newspaper.
C
I bought two from them,
F C
And I'll lit one for you,
Am E Am
I hope the message made it's way down the wire.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and make an
E F C
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
F C F C
Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
C
The soul of a dog,
F C
he's alive and not gone
Am E Am
To the farm like the others said.
C
A Rhodesian richback,
F C
Off the beaten track,
Am E Am
In a furniture shop down on the quays.
C
For the lonliness you foster,
F C
I suggest Paul Oster,
Am E Am
A book called Timbuktu.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and watch the
E F C
Drunken sailor boy dance.
F C Am
She will not let you be
C G
Her lov-ver.
F C Am
She goes out looking for
C G
The taxi.
F C Am
Her phone is ringing straight to
C G
Message-minder.
F C Am
Send out a battalion to
C G
Find her.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and count the
E F C
Swans through a te-elescope.
Am C
I can't help from cryin'
F C
I wish you were mine.
C
When I was seventeen,
F C
I followed my dream,
Am E Am
Up into a high-rise block.
C
The adventures of Augie March,
F C
By Saul Bel-low,
Am E Am
Was all I had for company.
C
At night time I'd lie
F C
In Beckingham pike,
Am E Am
With tears like flashbulbs.
C
And recall my treasure-
F C
Searching days,
Am E Am
In the rock pools as a kid.
C
To the remains of
F C
The cherub plains,
Am E Am
Or around the bonfire in Nailors’ cove.
C
Good company and grief
F C
Sit like a dock leaf,
Am E Am
Sits beside a stinging nett-le.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and make an
E F C
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
F C F C
Leave go-ooo. My golden arm
I love this song, and couldn’t find any chords for it, so thought I would give it
a go.. this is my first song transposing.. so I hope its okay, if you think
something is wrong and I should change it, please tell me XD
CAPO 1ST FRET (:
C
I apologise,
F C
seem to have arrived,
Am E Am
On what items in my bag from your house.
C
There's cutlery,
F C
a tablecloth, some Hennessy,
Am E Am
And a book on Presidents deceased.
C
I'll have them fed-exed to you,
F C
It was a strange thing to do,
Am E Am
I hope we can still be friends.
C
Ah, it was not me,
F C
but someone else, you see,
Am E Am
Twisting the steering reins.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and make an
E F C
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
F C F C
Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
C
I don't give advise,
F C
But be wise and think twice,
Am E Am
Before getting involved in a game.
C
Where the minority
F C
Face the majority
Am E Am
Who are faceless and born without names.
C
Was it knock synch when
F C
we came across three men,
Am E Am
They had church candles wrapped in newspaper.
C
I bought two from them,
F C
And I'll lit one for you,
Am E Am
I hope the message made it's way down the wire.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and make an
E F C
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
F C F C
Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
C
The soul of a dog,
F C
he's alive and not gone
Am E Am
To the farm like the others said.
C
A Rhodesian richback,
F C
Off the beaten track,
Am E Am
In a furniture shop down on the quays.
C
For the lonliness you foster,
F C
I suggest Paul Oster,
Am E Am
A book called Timbuktu.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and watch the
E F C
Drunken sailor boy dance.
F C Am
She will not let you be
C G
Her lov-ver.
F C Am
She goes out looking for
C G
The taxi.
F C Am
Her phone is ringing straight to
C G
Message-minder.
F C Am
Send out a battalion to
C G
Find her.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and count the
E F C
Swans through a te-elescope.
Am C
I can't help from cryin'
F C
I wish you were mine.
C
When I was seventeen,
F C
I followed my dream,
Am E Am
Up into a high-rise block.
C
The adventures of Augie March,
F C
By Saul Bel-low,
Am E Am
Was all I had for company.
C
At night time I'd lie
F C
In Beckingham pike,
Am E Am
With tears like flashbulbs.
C
And recall my treasure-
F C
Searching days,
Am E Am
In the rock pools as a kid.
C
To the remains of
F C
The cherub plains,
Am E Am
Or around the bonfire in Nailors’ cove.
C
Good company and grief
F C
Sit like a dock leaf,
Am E Am
Sits beside a stinging nett-le.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and make an
E F C
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
F C F C
Leave go-ooo. My golden arm
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