Biography:
L.A. Salami (born Lookman Adekunle Salami in London, England) is a British musician.
An articulate, melodic, poetic singer songwriter of quality and distinction, he has been described as ‘a product of your imagination- old and new, young and aged, philosopher of saints and imposter doyen – twin sister to Dionysus and Apollo’s hungry son’. This London-born artist makes music ‘despite your qualms’ and ‘starves in the spare hour’. He
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[Intro]
Am C Em E (2x)
Am C
Like a madman I still run’
Em
from the warlord and her gun
E
But I can't hold or shun such feelings
Am
like I'm Aphrodite's son
C
I'm so weak and I know that
Em
but I'm in deep if I go back
E
She sat and stared at bad things happening
Am
while I lay weepin' on the mat
C
She said she wandered off the tracks
Em
but how the hell would I know that
E
She had her paints and poems cut
Am
I knew she turned my mornings black
C
And Cytherea sends the doves
Em
they scream cross-eyed from above
E
I give her just the slightest shove
Am
but she says 'Sorry I'm in love.'
C Em E Am
Am C
And you can draw blood from a wall
Em
but you can't fool yourself to thinkin'
G
that there's sorrow in her at all
Am C
And if the world is just a stage
Em
then show me to the part I play
G
and have some mercy on the way
Am
my eyes are twisted in their vision
C
And all I ever see is grey
Em
yeah the night and daytime play
G
I was knee-deep in the rainfall
Am
but I stayed there anyway
C
And Cytherea’s hands were torn
Em
between the petals and the thorns
G
On the rose I left alone
Am
C
And the redness it was gone
Em
all the singing of a song
G
She told me that it all goes on,
Am
that I was wrong and I felt wrong
C
And it was just another day
Em
to see the nights and daytime play
G
I was knee-deep in disaster
Am
but I stayed there anyway
C Em E Am
C
On the doorstep I still stand
Em
while she cups raindrops in her hands
E
And it's all more than I can stand
Am
I was dreaming of disaster
C
And she lost my elegance
Em
in the blueness of the bland
E
expanse along with my advances
Am
that I barely understand
C
In this room the curtains drawn
Em
to hide the blood behind the door
E
And I can't see her anymore
Am
She said she'd seen it all before
C
And Cytherea sends the doves
Em
They scream cross-eyed from above
E
I cried 'Enough is enough!'
Am
But she said 'Sorry I'm in love!'
Am C Em E (2x)
Am C
Like a madman I still run’
Em
from the warlord and her gun
E
But I can't hold or shun such feelings
Am
like I'm Aphrodite's son
C
I'm so weak and I know that
Em
but I'm in deep if I go back
E
She sat and stared at bad things happening
Am
while I lay weepin' on the mat
C
She said she wandered off the tracks
Em
but how the hell would I know that
E
She had her paints and poems cut
Am
I knew she turned my mornings black
C
And Cytherea sends the doves
Em
they scream cross-eyed from above
E
I give her just the slightest shove
Am
but she says 'Sorry I'm in love.'
C Em E Am
Am C
And you can draw blood from a wall
Em
but you can't fool yourself to thinkin'
G
that there's sorrow in her at all
Am C
And if the world is just a stage
Em
then show me to the part I play
G
and have some mercy on the way
Am
my eyes are twisted in their vision
C
And all I ever see is grey
Em
yeah the night and daytime play
G
I was knee-deep in the rainfall
Am
but I stayed there anyway
C
And Cytherea’s hands were torn
Em
between the petals and the thorns
G
On the rose I left alone
Am
C
And the redness it was gone
Em
all the singing of a song
G
She told me that it all goes on,
Am
that I was wrong and I felt wrong
C
And it was just another day
Em
to see the nights and daytime play
G
I was knee-deep in disaster
Am
but I stayed there anyway
C Em E Am
C
On the doorstep I still stand
Em
while she cups raindrops in her hands
E
And it's all more than I can stand
Am
I was dreaming of disaster
C
And she lost my elegance
Em
in the blueness of the bland
E
expanse along with my advances
Am
that I barely understand
C
In this room the curtains drawn
Em
to hide the blood behind the door
E
And I can't see her anymore
Am
She said she'd seen it all before
C
And Cytherea sends the doves
Em
They scream cross-eyed from above
E
I cried 'Enough is enough!'
Am
But she said 'Sorry I'm in love!'
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