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Date: Wed, 08 Jan 1997 23:32:49 -0800
From: David Petroff
Subject: Chords: What You Got by The Blackers
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>From the album 'More Than We Were Before'
Words by Jim Lauzon
Music by Jim Lauzon
Verse I:
C Gm/Bb Ab Eb/G
There was once a bunch of monks who spent some months blowin their
chunks
F G C
Into a silver bowl
C Gm/Bb Ab Eb/G F
Til some tiny Asian put a termination to that situation & now
celebration
G C
Is just about their only goal
E7 Am
But here in the backwoods we've been clearly shown
E7 Am
That wisdom grows best when it's left alone
G Ab Bb C
So don't wait on the doorstep baby go on in
G Ab Bb C
& don't sing me songs about the cold cold wind
Ab D7 G7
As you hurry to hide your gloves
Chorus:
C F Bb F
La la la la la la love
C F Bb F
La la la la la la love
C F Bb F
Sit back & savour the red
C F Bb F
Your future ain't over just yet
C F Bb F G
No so shut up & take what you can get
Verse II:
You always take us for the fakest fools that's our status
In your world where pathos defines the true
You'd like to be mistook for an urban peasant or a farmer
In your little drama nobody'd be so fine as you
But you're weighed down by achin need
You might think that you're raggin me
But as far as I can see
There ain't no sense to your agony
So why do you make it out to be so rough?
Chorus:
La la la la la la la love
La la la la la la la love
Sit back & savour the red
Don't worry about what it was that you said
No, just shut up & take what you can get
Verse III:
You've always claimed to be among the maimed society's shamed
Bent bound & framed in the sin you wade in
So what if you scorched your fortune well I still don't think torture's
Somethin worth simulatin
You're constantly mismatchin
The disease that you got with the one that you're catchin
You can't keep goin around scratchin
Anybody who wasn't exactly how you'd imagined
Your situations babe are the kind that dogs dream of
Chorus:
La la la la la la la love
La la la la la la la love
Sit back & savour the red
Your future ain't over just yet
So don't worry about what it was that you said
No, just shut up & take what you can get
Verse IV:
Princess of the plebs & the paupers hailing from some other
World where you wouldn't have to deny her
Inflence & your flight from wealth but babe you gotta be yourself
Not just someone you happen to admire
Your biggest mistake
Is the way that you hesitate
You couldn't expect me to wait
For you to finally rise up & wake
& wonder what it was you were dreaming of
Chorus:
La la la la la la la love
La la la la la la la love
Sit back & savour the red
Don't worry about what it was that you said
Your future ain't over just yet
No so shut up & take what you can get
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Date: Wed, 08 Jan 1997 23:32:49 -0800
From: David Petroff
Subject: Chords: What You Got by The Blackers
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>From the album 'More Than We Were Before'
Words by Jim Lauzon
Music by Jim Lauzon
Verse I:
C Gm/Bb Ab Eb/G
There was once a bunch of monks who spent some months blowin their
chunks
F G C
Into a silver bowl
C Gm/Bb Ab Eb/G F
Til some tiny Asian put a termination to that situation & now
celebration
G C
Is just about their only goal
E7 Am
But here in the backwoods we've been clearly shown
E7 Am
That wisdom grows best when it's left alone
G Ab Bb C
So don't wait on the doorstep baby go on in
G Ab Bb C
& don't sing me songs about the cold cold wind
Ab D7 G7
As you hurry to hide your gloves
Chorus:
C F Bb F
La la la la la la love
C F Bb F
La la la la la la love
C F Bb F
Sit back & savour the red
C F Bb F
Your future ain't over just yet
C F Bb F G
No so shut up & take what you can get
Verse II:
You always take us for the fakest fools that's our status
In your world where pathos defines the true
You'd like to be mistook for an urban peasant or a farmer
In your little drama nobody'd be so fine as you
But you're weighed down by achin need
You might think that you're raggin me
But as far as I can see
There ain't no sense to your agony
So why do you make it out to be so rough?
Chorus:
La la la la la la la love
La la la la la la la love
Sit back & savour the red
Don't worry about what it was that you said
No, just shut up & take what you can get
Verse III:
You've always claimed to be among the maimed society's shamed
Bent bound & framed in the sin you wade in
So what if you scorched your fortune well I still don't think torture's
Somethin worth simulatin
You're constantly mismatchin
The disease that you got with the one that you're catchin
You can't keep goin around scratchin
Anybody who wasn't exactly how you'd imagined
Your situations babe are the kind that dogs dream of
Chorus:
La la la la la la la love
La la la la la la la love
Sit back & savour the red
Your future ain't over just yet
So don't worry about what it was that you said
No, just shut up & take what you can get
Verse IV:
Princess of the plebs & the paupers hailing from some other
World where you wouldn't have to deny her
Inflence & your flight from wealth but babe you gotta be yourself
Not just someone you happen to admire
Your biggest mistake
Is the way that you hesitate
You couldn't expect me to wait
For you to finally rise up & wake
& wonder what it was you were dreaming of
Chorus:
La la la la la la la love
La la la la la la la love
Sit back & savour the red
Don't worry about what it was that you said
Your future ain't over just yet
No so shut up & take what you can get
Blackie and the (...)
Blackie Jackett (...)
Blackie Swart
Blackjack
Blackjack Billy