Biography:
Augie March is an Australian Indie band. The group was formed in 1996, in Melbourne, Victoria, by singer/songwriter/guitarist Glenn Richards, drummer David Williams, guitarist Adam Donovan, and bassist Edmond Ammendola.
In 1998 the band expanded to include keyboardist Rob Dawson.
Sunset Studies (2000) was the band's first release. It was met with good reviews, and was moderate in its overall success.
After time apart and the death of keyboardist Rob Dawson
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[Intro]
A F#m A F#m E F#m D E
[Verse 1]
A
It's just a painting it's just a song
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Wonderous plate miraculous rag on
A
Holding the promise of happiness high
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Beauteous speck in a dilated eye
E
O you draw yourself a little leaner
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And you sing like somebody meaner
D
Than you are
E
Don't you tiger of paper?
[Verse 2]
A
A many false windowed thing
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A kite in a lecturing wind
A
Awaiting intellectual strike
F#m
Cast the pens down in the dome
E
Tonight have you read the poets lately?
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They don't get a weekly monthly
D
Bi-annual now you may
E
Cry but I doubt you will
[Break]
A F#m A F#m E F#m D E
[Verse 3]
A
Ten years is all it took ten years in
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Thrall to a lickspittle crook now you don't
A
Know the crooked lay of the land
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You don't trust any man to shake your
E
Hand without taking a thumb or a finger
F#m
How the vilest scent will linger
D
While the sweetest pass away so
E
Swiftly
[Verse 4]
A
On this patriot day sound the national
F#m
Band sweep the plain you sunburnt and bland
A
And I'll pollute the perfect stanza for
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Music in a deft show of hubris unplanned
E
Hitch a skiff with a dusky daughter
F#m
Sail down a river of grey water
D
Musics keeping the drain
E A E F#m E D (x2)
Alive with all this fake jive
[Solo]
A F#m A F#m E F#m D E
A E F#m E D (x2)
[Verse 5]
A
Life is a painting life is a song
F#m
It holds the promise of happiness
A
I could tell you where it goes wrong
F#m
As good as tell you why the longing long
E
You the poor painter average singer
F#m
Maybe you never went through the ringer
D E
Enough or loved it so you came out wrong
[Verse 6]
A
Like a cracked bell I continue to tell
F#m
The same sad tale and toll all my failures
A
To hold any note or I quaver and cast
F#m
About for the bluest port in a black and white
E
Storm o I've got lots of advice
F#m
Never listen to any advice
D E
Be a pole hoist your own flaming petard
A E F#m E D (x4)
And when you blow blow hard
E
A F#m A F#m E F#m D E
[Verse 1]
A
It's just a painting it's just a song
F#m
Wonderous plate miraculous rag on
A
Holding the promise of happiness high
F#m
Beauteous speck in a dilated eye
E
O you draw yourself a little leaner
F#m
And you sing like somebody meaner
D
Than you are
E
Don't you tiger of paper?
[Verse 2]
A
A many false windowed thing
F#m
A kite in a lecturing wind
A
Awaiting intellectual strike
F#m
Cast the pens down in the dome
E
Tonight have you read the poets lately?
F#m
They don't get a weekly monthly
D
Bi-annual now you may
E
Cry but I doubt you will
[Break]
A F#m A F#m E F#m D E
[Verse 3]
A
Ten years is all it took ten years in
F#m
Thrall to a lickspittle crook now you don't
A
Know the crooked lay of the land
F#m
You don't trust any man to shake your
E
Hand without taking a thumb or a finger
F#m
How the vilest scent will linger
D
While the sweetest pass away so
E
Swiftly
[Verse 4]
A
On this patriot day sound the national
F#m
Band sweep the plain you sunburnt and bland
A
And I'll pollute the perfect stanza for
F#m
Music in a deft show of hubris unplanned
E
Hitch a skiff with a dusky daughter
F#m
Sail down a river of grey water
D
Musics keeping the drain
E A E F#m E D (x2)
Alive with all this fake jive
[Solo]
A F#m A F#m E F#m D E
A E F#m E D (x2)
[Verse 5]
A
Life is a painting life is a song
F#m
It holds the promise of happiness
A
I could tell you where it goes wrong
F#m
As good as tell you why the longing long
E
You the poor painter average singer
F#m
Maybe you never went through the ringer
D E
Enough or loved it so you came out wrong
[Verse 6]
A
Like a cracked bell I continue to tell
F#m
The same sad tale and toll all my failures
A
To hold any note or I quaver and cast
F#m
About for the bluest port in a black and white
E
Storm o I've got lots of advice
F#m
Never listen to any advice
D E
Be a pole hoist your own flaming petard
A E F#m E D (x4)
And when you blow blow hard
E
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