The Church is an alternative rock band which formed in Sydney, Australia in 1980. Initially linked in with neo-psychedelia acts of the period, their music later became largely defined by the interplay of guitarists Marty Willson-Piper and Peter Koppes coupled with the abstract lyrics of bassist/singer Steve Kilbey. Their debut album, Of Skins and Heart (1981), earned them their first radio hit "The Unguarded Moment". They were originally signed to EMI's Parlophone label
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Ripple (Church)
Am / / / C / / / Dm / / / F / / / [ ] x2
AmC Tiny baby so naive DmFAmCDmF I can't believe what you believe, you were once so happy here AmC It may not be Eden or summer in Greece DmFAmCDmF You may not even find the golden fleece, in the drag of this atmosphere
Am Now I don't want to bring up a delicate matter DmAmDm No I'd much rather bribe or flatter you, cos flattery gets me everywhere Am But you punctured my tyres, you crossed all my wires DmAmDm I brand your acolytes as a pack of liars, and the fire's singing everywhere
EbmF# Rip...., buckle like a wreck in a cold grey sea EbmF# Rip...., like you were a ripple in my memory
Am I lent you some collateral to buy new clothes DmAmDm It went out the window and up your nose, and that's the end of the honeymoon Am Yeah we walked down the aisle for another mile Dm I'd walk a million miles for one of your smiles AmDm And you can have all the money soon
EbmF# Rip...., buckle like a wreck in a cold grey sea EbmF# Rip...., like you were a ripple in my memory
Am You're so deluxe you're so divine DmAmDm You're so 50 light years ahead of your time, you're a riddle you're a ripple Am You're a human sacrifice to the goddess of vice DmAmDm Your hairdo is full of diamonds and lice, and you're hardly off the nipple
EbmF# Rip...., buckle like a wreck in a cold grey sea EbmF# Rip...., like you were a ripple in my memory
EbmF# Rip...., another little glitch in continuity EbmF#Am Rip...., like you were a ripple in my memory
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