Richard Thompson OBE (born 3 April 1949, Notting Hill, London) is a British singer/songwriter and guitarist. Highly regarded for his guitar techniques, Thompson was awarded the Orville H. Gibson award for best acoustic guitar player in 1991. Similarly, his songwriting has earned him an Ivor Novello Award and, in 2006, a lifetime achievement award from BBC Radio. Thompson made his debut as a recording artist as a member of Fairport Convention in September 1967.
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Jerusalem on the Jukebox, Richard Thompson transcribed by [email protected]
GC/GG Jerusalem on the Jukebox they talk in tongues on Coronation Street GC/GG Heaven help the Pharisee whose halo has slipped down to his feet AmC/GG A thousand satellite comedians have died for your sins FCDG Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings
At poolside picnics they chant for Ferraris and furs Their muscle-tone sharpens but their hold on reality blurs You can have your cake and eat it, and never have to puke up a thing Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings
In the bathroom mirror they try that Joan of Arc look again Two parts Ingrid Bergman to one part Shirley MacLaine The wounds of time kill you but the surgeon's knife only stings Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings
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In video-suburbia the blue light flickers and flames Ecstasy and holy blackmail are the favorite games And God has the sharpest suit and the cleanest chin Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings
The bride checks her hair and her make-up, and here comes the groom What one-eyed monster comes slouching into your front room Rudolph Valentino or the curse of the two-legged things Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings