Biography:
Kirsty Anna MacColl (Croydon, England, UK on 10 October 1959 - 18 December 2000) was a British pop singer-songwriter. She was the daughter of dancer Jean Newlove and noted folk singer Ewan MacColl.
MacColl began her career in the late 1970s UK punk rock scene, singing backing vocals for Drug Addix. Her UK hits included the 1981 single "There's a Guy Works Down the Chip Shop Swears He's Elvis", a cover of Billy Bragg's "A New England" in 1985, a duet with Shane MacGowan of The Pogues on "Fairytale of New York" in 1987
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Other songs:
- 15 Minutes
- A New England
- Autumngirlsoup
- Caroline
- Days
- Dont Come The Cowboy
- Dont Run Away From Me Now
- England 2 Columbia 0
- Hes On The Beach
- In These Shoes
- Libertango
- Mothers Ruin
- No Victims
- On The Beach
- Soho Square
- St Swithens Day
- Terry
- Theres A Guy Works Down The Chip Shop
- They Dont Know
- Well Never Pass This Way Again
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F# Bm
I'm an autumn girl, flying over London
F# G
With the trees on fire, it looks like home
F# Bm
I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer
A D
Cause I need some love to cook my frozen bones
F# G
You needed something to get your teeth into
F#
And in my voodoo kitchen you said
G
"I've got something to show you,
E B
It's a recipe handed down from father to son
A E
For a thousand years, and it goes with those hot salt tears. "
F# Bm
I'm an autumn girl, crying over London
F# A
With a heart on fire but no-one home
F# Bm
I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer
A D
Cause I need some love to heat my frozen bones
F# G
Get me on the boil and reduce me
F# G
To a simmering wreck with a slow kiss
E
To the back of my neck
B A
Carve up my heart on a very low flame
E A
Separate my feelings then pour them down the drain
F# G
Close my eyes and sweeten me with lies
F# G
Pierce my skin with a few well-chosen words
E A
Now you can stuff me with whatever you've got handy
F# G A G
And on a cold grey day a cold grey man will do
F# Bm
I'm an autumn girl, flying over London
F# A
With the trees on fire, it looks like home
F# Bm
I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer
A D
Cause I need some love to heat my frozen bones
F# G
So give me something to whet my appetite
F# G
And chill my soul with a sudden lack of interest
E B A
Oh, but the winter freezes on and the candle's burned low
E A
Fill me with the hot stuff then say you've got to go
F# G
Take my mind, marinate it in red wine
F# G
Grate my thighs with your chinny chin chin
E A
And I will let you in
F# G A
Oh on a long dark night a long dark man might...
I'm an autumn girl, flying over London
F# G
With the trees on fire, it looks like home
F# Bm
I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer
A D
Cause I need some love to cook my frozen bones
F# G
You needed something to get your teeth into
F#
And in my voodoo kitchen you said
G
"I've got something to show you,
E B
It's a recipe handed down from father to son
A E
For a thousand years, and it goes with those hot salt tears. "
F# Bm
I'm an autumn girl, crying over London
F# A
With a heart on fire but no-one home
F# Bm
I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer
A D
Cause I need some love to heat my frozen bones
F# G
Get me on the boil and reduce me
F# G
To a simmering wreck with a slow kiss
E
To the back of my neck
B A
Carve up my heart on a very low flame
E A
Separate my feelings then pour them down the drain
F# G
Close my eyes and sweeten me with lies
F# G
Pierce my skin with a few well-chosen words
E A
Now you can stuff me with whatever you've got handy
F# G A G
And on a cold grey day a cold grey man will do
F# Bm
I'm an autumn girl, flying over London
F# A
With the trees on fire, it looks like home
F# Bm
I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer
A D
Cause I need some love to heat my frozen bones
F# G
So give me something to whet my appetite
F# G
And chill my soul with a sudden lack of interest
E B A
Oh, but the winter freezes on and the candle's burned low
E A
Fill me with the hot stuff then say you've got to go
F# G
Take my mind, marinate it in red wine
F# G
Grate my thighs with your chinny chin chin
E A
And I will let you in
F# G A
Oh on a long dark night a long dark man might...
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