The Jam fue un grupo de rock inglés de finales de los años 1970 y principios de los años 1980. Fue uno de los grupos más populares de aquella época. Llegaron a posicionar sus 18 sencillos en el Top 40 de las listas del Reino Unido, desde su debut discográfico en 1977 hasta su última canción en 1982.
Realizaron seis álbumes de estudio, y el último, The Gift, fue número uno en Inglaterra. Comenzaron su andadura por 1972 de forma amateur en Woking (Surrey), lugar de origen de los componentes del grupo.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
#----------------------------------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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Subject: PRIVATE HELL - The Jam, "Setting Sons" LP
Chords from Davide Musiani - Bologna, Italy contact me at [email protected] for suggestions, corrections, discussions or anything else...
Fm Closer than close - you see yourself - a mirrored immage, C#Fm of what you wanted to be F# As each day goes by - a little more - you can't remember C#Fm what it was you wanted anyway Fm The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - your ageing face C#D#C#D# The face that once was so beautiful - is still there but unrecognizable F# Private Hell, Private Hell
The man who you once loved - is blad and fat - and seldom in working late as usual Your interest has waned - you feel the strain - the bed springs snap on the occasions he lies upon you - close your eyes and think of nothing but Private Hell, Private Hell
G#C#G#C# Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing G#C#G#C# her husband Terry - and your grandchildren A#CA#C Think of Edward - who's still at college A#CA#C you send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge Fm 'Cause he don't care - they don't care C#D# 'Cause they're all going through their own Fm Private Hell, Private Hell
The morning slips away - in a valium haze - and catalogues a numerous cups of coffe In the afternoon - the weekly food - is put in bags you float off down the high street The shops windows reflect - play a nameless host - to a closet ghost a picture of your fantasy - a victim of your misery Private Hell, Private Hell
Fm Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup - you see it smash C# inside you crack - you can't go on - but you sweep it up D#Fm Safe at last inside your - Private Hell C#D#Fm Sanity at last inside your - Private Hell
NOTE: I have recognised the chords above with a PIANO, and not a guitar, so it's impossible for me to find out the exact notes that the great Paul plays during the short guitar solos. I'm sorry but you will have to do it by yourself !!! Of course, suggestions are welcome ad encouraged.