Tears for Fears, named after a phrase found in Arthur Janov's book Prisoners of Pain, is a British pop/rock outfit formed in 1981 in Bath, England. Founder members Roland Orzabal and Curt Smith had been friends since their early teens and had already been in the shortlived ska band Graduate. Initially associated with the new wave and synthesiser bands of the early 1980s, Tears For Fears' earlier work, as evidenced on their 1983 debut album The Hurting , was explicitly based around the emotional angst of adolescence.
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TEARS FOR FEARS: "FISH OUT OF WATER" (Roland Orzabal / Alan Griffiths) from the album Elemental
Intro: --------
Am9CAm9 GGsus4G F/BFF/B GEGsus4GG2 D / / / / / / Bm Em D / / / / / / Bm Em
Verse One: ---------------- Dm9AmG Am You always said you were the compassionate one Dm9AmG Am9 But now you're laughing at the sun Dm9FMaj7Am G With all your high class friends you think you've got it made Dm9Gsus4 The only thing you made was that tanned look on your face DmG With all your cigarettes and fancy cars Dm7Em You ain't a clue who or what you are
Chorus: ------------
Am9AAm9 You're dreaming your life away GGsus4GF/BFF/B Fish out of water GEGsus4GG2Am9AmAm9 Go swim in the tide today GGsus4GF/BFF/B Fish out of water GEGsus4GG2
Verse Two (as verse one): -------------------------------------- We used to sit and talk about primsl scream To exorcise our past was our adolescent dream But now it's sink or swim since your memory fails Now in Neptune's kitchen you will be food for killer whales And on the crucifix his mother made Hangs one more martyr to the hit parade