Biography:
John Cooper Clarke (born January 25, 1949) is a performance poet from Salford, Lancashire, England, affectionately known as the Bard of Salford. He is often referred to as a punk poet, having initially achieved recognition in the late 1970s amidst the flourishing punk movement. His recorded output has mainly centred around musical backing The Invisible Girls, featuring Martin Hannett, Pete Shelley, Bill Nelson and Steve Hopkins.
The song "Evidently
Read more on Last.fm
Other songs:
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
From the album Zip Style Method, later covered by the Field Mice on their original demo
tape. Posting purely for its niceness and simplicity.
Intro
C/F/C/G
C Cmaj7
One kiss became a weapon.
G
I don't want to bleed in vain.
F Fmaj7
Clouds collide in the heavens,
C G
I surrender. To the rain.
C Cmaj7
The death bells that also rang,
G
like madness... from above.
F Fmaj7 C Cmaj7
I'm going... out with a bang,
G C
and a heart... disease called love.
and repeat.
Ninety-nine, below zero,
would seem like fever now.
You know me... no hero,
don't even ask me how.
I'm down in the deep deep freeze,
what was I thinking of...
In the painful breeze,
by the frozen trees,
with a heart disease called love.
After dinner. Mints. A new lover,
and the coffee's so bitter and black.
Your fingerprints... they cover,
this knife sticking out of my back.
You overlooked... the fine details.
You should've worn your gloves.
I've got a girl in jail, and a house for sale,
and a heart disease called love.
http://www.johncooperclarke.com/
tape. Posting purely for its niceness and simplicity.
Intro
C/F/C/G
C Cmaj7
One kiss became a weapon.
G
I don't want to bleed in vain.
F Fmaj7
Clouds collide in the heavens,
C G
I surrender. To the rain.
C Cmaj7
The death bells that also rang,
G
like madness... from above.
F Fmaj7 C Cmaj7
I'm going... out with a bang,
G C
and a heart... disease called love.
and repeat.
Ninety-nine, below zero,
would seem like fever now.
You know me... no hero,
don't even ask me how.
I'm down in the deep deep freeze,
what was I thinking of...
In the painful breeze,
by the frozen trees,
with a heart disease called love.
After dinner. Mints. A new lover,
and the coffee's so bitter and black.
Your fingerprints... they cover,
this knife sticking out of my back.
You overlooked... the fine details.
You should've worn your gloves.
I've got a girl in jail, and a house for sale,
and a heart disease called love.
http://www.johncooperclarke.com/
John D Boswell
John D. Hale Ban (...)
John D. Loudermi (...)
John Daoust
John David Kent