Biografia:
Henry Ate is a South African band that came to fame in the mid-1990s. Headed up at the time by lead singer Karma-Ann Swanepoel, who relocated to South Florida in 2003.
Julian Sun was also responsible for song writing for the band, as well as backing vocals and acoustics. Together he and Karma were responsible for some of Henry Ate's albums. (1)
Karma-Ann is now recording and performing in Fort Lauderdale under the name Karma, but still enjoys a strong fan-base in South Africa and the UK.
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Hey Mister - Henry Ate
Courtesy Joris van Gaal
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The main feeling of this songs is to be heared at the beginning of the song and consists of the following chords:
G Am C D
Try to catch this feeling while playing these chords and then you will find it not very hard to master
wonderful song.
G Am C D G Am C D
Hey mister in that skirt would you be giving me directions I?m trying to find
G Am C D G Am C D
A place where I?d be guaranteed to lose my mind by the looks of you you?ve been there a few times
G Am C D G Am C D
In the morning we?ll exchange clothes pretend that we?re married experience each other?s roles
G Am C D G Am C D
Take what we can, lie back, relax, watch the sky evaporate, if I hallucinate call it escaping
Em
For I ?.
[chorus]
(Em) G D C
I think it?s about time I?d blew my mind
Em
For I ?.
(Em) G D A C D
I think it?s about time I?d blew my mind ?. Yeah!
[interlude]
G Am C D
G Am C D
Hey mister don;t you know you;ve got quite nice legs try wearing someting a little more suited to your sex
Maybe a suit, something with less lace and later on we?ll go back to my place
?Cause I?ve been driving so damn long and G-d only knows where I thought I was going
Or coming from, mister, I?m on the run, pass the gun
[chorus]
[Bridge & Solo - instrumental]
E C D C
E C D C
E C D C
E C D C
A C D
Hey mister in that skirt could you be giving me directions I?m trying to find
A place where I?d be guaranteed to lose my mind by the looks of you ?
?Cause I?ve been driving so damn long and G-d only knows where I thought I was going
Or coming from, mister, I?m on the run, pass the gun ?
[chorus + end]
Courtesy Joris van Gaal
[email protected]
The main feeling of this songs is to be heared at the beginning of the song and consists of the following chords:
G Am C D
Try to catch this feeling while playing these chords and then you will find it not very hard to master
wonderful song.
G Am C D G Am C D
Hey mister in that skirt would you be giving me directions I?m trying to find
G Am C D G Am C D
A place where I?d be guaranteed to lose my mind by the looks of you you?ve been there a few times
G Am C D G Am C D
In the morning we?ll exchange clothes pretend that we?re married experience each other?s roles
G Am C D G Am C D
Take what we can, lie back, relax, watch the sky evaporate, if I hallucinate call it escaping
Em
For I ?.
[chorus]
(Em) G D C
I think it?s about time I?d blew my mind
Em
For I ?.
(Em) G D A C D
I think it?s about time I?d blew my mind ?. Yeah!
[interlude]
G Am C D
G Am C D
Hey mister don;t you know you;ve got quite nice legs try wearing someting a little more suited to your sex
Maybe a suit, something with less lace and later on we?ll go back to my place
?Cause I?ve been driving so damn long and G-d only knows where I thought I was going
Or coming from, mister, I?m on the run, pass the gun
[chorus]
[Bridge & Solo - instrumental]
E C D C
E C D C
E C D C
E C D C
A C D
Hey mister in that skirt could you be giving me directions I?m trying to find
A place where I?d be guaranteed to lose my mind by the looks of you ?
?Cause I?ve been driving so damn long and G-d only knows where I thought I was going
Or coming from, mister, I?m on the run, pass the gun ?
[chorus + end]
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