Post by Jim82 on Oct 31, 2003 7:22:00 GMT -5
This was sent to me a few weeks ago and i havent had chance to put it on the site yet, until then.....here it is
Death on the Stairs
-------------------
I know this clashes with the chords the Libs put in the album but this
is how I
play it and it sounds fine to me. Chiefly based on the Don't Look Back
Into the Sun version.
Best viewed with a screen resolution of 1024x768 or above or you'll get
some ugly
wrapping around.
Tabbed by Iain Brown (iab@postmaster.co.uk)
Capo on 1st
A E F#m F#m Bm E A Asus2
A E F#m
F#m
From way far across the sea came an Erutrean maiden - she had a
one-track mind and eyes for me, half-blinded in a war -
Bm E
A D
With a pale young Anglican who said he'd help her all he can, showed
her Jesus and his little unholy friend.
Bm Esus2 A
A
She had no mind to please him, just say, "Ta-ra" and leave him behind.
A E
F#m F#m
There's a little boy in a stairwell who said, "I hate people like you."
I got matches and cable TV for half of less than 50p.
Bm E
A D
We all clambered over the balcony, banging on the window, waking Steve,
bringing with undue love his unholy friend.
Bm Esus2 A A A
Singing you really need it you mustn't leave it behind.
A D E
E
So, baby, please kill me. Baby don't kill me, but stop bringing that
ghost round to my door. I don't want to see him anymore.
A D E
E
Please, kill me. Oh, baby, don't kill me, but don't bang on about
yesterday; I wouldn't know about that anyway.
A E F#m
Said to the mouse before if she loved anybody more than he.
F#m Bm
E A
It turns you into stone and now I'm reversing down this lonely street
to a cheap hotel where I can meet the past
D Bm Esus2
A
And pay her off and keep it sweet. She's sweet like nothing, no, she's
like nothing at all.
A E
F#m F#m
You know I've seen you there. How could I help but stare? It rips the
heart of you, baby.
Bm E
A D
Now I've taken far too much to think or see or touch what's real. I'm
stranded on this street that paved my only way home.
Bm E A A
If really need him, well, you just won't leave him behind.
A D E7
E
Oh, please kill me. Oh, no, don't kill me, but don't bring that ghost
round to my door. I don't want to see him anymore.
A D E7
E A A A A
Please, kill me. Oh, don't kill me, but don't dredge on about
yesterday; I wouldn't know about that anyway, oh no.
A E F#m F#m Bm E A A
A E F#m F#m Bm E A D Bm E A D
Bm E A D
It's sweet like nothing, no, sweet like nothing at all.
Bm E A D
It's sweet like nothing, no, sweet like nothing at all.
Bm E A A
It's sweet like nothing, no, sweet like nothing at all.
Death on the Stairs
-------------------
I know this clashes with the chords the Libs put in the album but this
is how I
play it and it sounds fine to me. Chiefly based on the Don't Look Back
Into the Sun version.
Best viewed with a screen resolution of 1024x768 or above or you'll get
some ugly
wrapping around.
Tabbed by Iain Brown (iab@postmaster.co.uk)
Capo on 1st
A E F#m F#m Bm E A Asus2
A E F#m
F#m
From way far across the sea came an Erutrean maiden - she had a
one-track mind and eyes for me, half-blinded in a war -
Bm E
A D
With a pale young Anglican who said he'd help her all he can, showed
her Jesus and his little unholy friend.
Bm Esus2 A
A
She had no mind to please him, just say, "Ta-ra" and leave him behind.
A E
F#m F#m
There's a little boy in a stairwell who said, "I hate people like you."
I got matches and cable TV for half of less than 50p.
Bm E
A D
We all clambered over the balcony, banging on the window, waking Steve,
bringing with undue love his unholy friend.
Bm Esus2 A A A
Singing you really need it you mustn't leave it behind.
A D E
E
So, baby, please kill me. Baby don't kill me, but stop bringing that
ghost round to my door. I don't want to see him anymore.
A D E
E
Please, kill me. Oh, baby, don't kill me, but don't bang on about
yesterday; I wouldn't know about that anyway.
A E F#m
Said to the mouse before if she loved anybody more than he.
F#m Bm
E A
It turns you into stone and now I'm reversing down this lonely street
to a cheap hotel where I can meet the past
D Bm Esus2
A
And pay her off and keep it sweet. She's sweet like nothing, no, she's
like nothing at all.
A E
F#m F#m
You know I've seen you there. How could I help but stare? It rips the
heart of you, baby.
Bm E
A D
Now I've taken far too much to think or see or touch what's real. I'm
stranded on this street that paved my only way home.
Bm E A A
If really need him, well, you just won't leave him behind.
A D E7
E
Oh, please kill me. Oh, no, don't kill me, but don't bring that ghost
round to my door. I don't want to see him anymore.
A D E7
E A A A A
Please, kill me. Oh, don't kill me, but don't dredge on about
yesterday; I wouldn't know about that anyway, oh no.
A E F#m F#m Bm E A A
A E F#m F#m Bm E A D Bm E A D
Bm E A D
It's sweet like nothing, no, sweet like nothing at all.
Bm E A D
It's sweet like nothing, no, sweet like nothing at all.
Bm E A A
It's sweet like nothing, no, sweet like nothing at all.
