Biography:
Aztec Camera was a Scottish Indie pop/New Wave band from Glasgow.
The line-up of the band changed several times over the years, but the constant member had been guitarist/vocalist/songwriter Roddy Frame. Founding members included Campbell Owens (bass) and Dave Mulholland (drums). Ex-Bluebells bassist Craig Gannon was a member from 1983 through 1985, before joining The Smiths. Guitarist Malcolm Ross (formerly of Josef K and Orange Juice) also joined in 1983, and appeared on the Knife album.
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Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Throughout the verses (in between the chords) play Em11 (all strings open)
[Verse 1]
Dm7 Cmaj7
I brought you some francs from my travelling chest
Dm7 Cmaj7
You'll spare me the thanks 'til you know I'm the best
Dm7 Cmaj7
So come Hogmonay when love comes in slurs
Dm7 G E7
Resolutions I'll make and you can label them 'Hers'
F Am
We threw our hands up high we, nearly touched the sky,
F
We clicked our heels and spat and swore
D7 F#dim
We'd never let it die
[Chorus]
C E7
All those boy wonders
Fmaj7 C
Sold their medals when they saw this train
E7
Now this boy wonders
Fmaj7 C
When he'll feel the fall of honest rain
E7 Fmaj7 C
I came from high land where the hopefuls have to hesitate
E7
Now this boy wonders
Fmaj7 G
Why the words were never worth the wait
F E F#dim E7
I'm wait-ing, wai-----ting.
F
In pastel paper pink over grey
We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away
G
The poor excuse they peddle as their prose.
[Verse 2]
Dm7 Cmaj7
Dry your tears, tie your tongue
Dm7 Cmaj7
And you're never sixteen
Dm7 G E7
And I'll give you a glimpse
F Am
Of the hard and the clean
F
And my travelling chest will be open to you
D7 F#dim
And boy will you learn that you haven't a clue
[Bridge]
A Db7 F#m A
I even asked my best friend but he could not explain
Db7
It hit me when I left him
F#m Db7
I felt the rain and called it genius,
F#dim
Called it genius.
[Chorus]
C E7
All those boy wonders
Fmaj7 C
Sold their medals when they saw this train
E7
Now this boy wonders
Fmaj7 C
When he'll feel the fall of honest rain
E7 Fmaj7 C
I came from high land where the hopefuls have to hesitate
E7
Now this boy wonders
Fmaj7 G
Why the words were never worth the wait
F E F#dim E7
I'm wait-ing, wai-----ting.
F
In pastel paper pink over grey
We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away
G
The poor excuse they peddle as their prose.
[Verse 1]
Dm7 Cmaj7
I brought you some francs from my travelling chest
Dm7 Cmaj7
You'll spare me the thanks 'til you know I'm the best
Dm7 Cmaj7
So come Hogmonay when love comes in slurs
Dm7 G E7
Resolutions I'll make and you can label them 'Hers'
F Am
We threw our hands up high we, nearly touched the sky,
F
We clicked our heels and spat and swore
D7 F#dim
We'd never let it die
[Chorus]
C E7
All those boy wonders
Fmaj7 C
Sold their medals when they saw this train
E7
Now this boy wonders
Fmaj7 C
When he'll feel the fall of honest rain
E7 Fmaj7 C
I came from high land where the hopefuls have to hesitate
E7
Now this boy wonders
Fmaj7 G
Why the words were never worth the wait
F E F#dim E7
I'm wait-ing, wai-----ting.
F
In pastel paper pink over grey
We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away
G
The poor excuse they peddle as their prose.
[Verse 2]
Dm7 Cmaj7
Dry your tears, tie your tongue
Dm7 Cmaj7
And you're never sixteen
Dm7 G E7
And I'll give you a glimpse
F Am
Of the hard and the clean
F
And my travelling chest will be open to you
D7 F#dim
And boy will you learn that you haven't a clue
[Bridge]
A Db7 F#m A
I even asked my best friend but he could not explain
Db7
It hit me when I left him
F#m Db7
I felt the rain and called it genius,
F#dim
Called it genius.
[Chorus]
C E7
All those boy wonders
Fmaj7 C
Sold their medals when they saw this train
E7
Now this boy wonders
Fmaj7 C
When he'll feel the fall of honest rain
E7 Fmaj7 C
I came from high land where the hopefuls have to hesitate
E7
Now this boy wonders
Fmaj7 G
Why the words were never worth the wait
F E F#dim E7
I'm wait-ing, wai-----ting.
F
In pastel paper pink over grey
We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away
G
The poor excuse they peddle as their prose.
