Declan Patrick Aloysius MacManus, nascido em 25 de agosto de 1954, mais conhecido pelo nome artístico de Elvis Costello, é um cantor, compositor e músico britânico. Teve participação nos primórdios do cenário pub rock (movimento concentrado no Norte de Londres e Sudeste do Condado de Essex que pregava uma volta ao básico, se colocando contra muito da cena pop da época, dominada pelo rock progressivo e por sons elaborados da costa oeste dos EUA)
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
#----------------------------------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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] (William Vaughan) Subject: CRD Elvis Costello "Home is Anywhere..."
Here's "Anywhere...." - let me know of any corrections, as I won't swear its 100% correct (words or music).
Capo at the second fret - when I write a G, it is really an A
DG Here comes Mr. Misery
DG He's tearin out his hair again
D He's crying over her again
G/AG/G#G Standing in the supermarket
EmA Shouting at the customers
DG Here comes Mr. Misery
D With a mouthful of gold and blood
G/AG/G#G He's comtemplating murder again
EmA He must be in love
*Chorus* GD Well she knows she doesn't want you
F#Bm But you can'tseem to get in your head
ED Oh and you can't sleep at night
F#Bm As she haunts you in your bed
D When your tired of talking
A And you can't drink it down
F#Bm So you hang around and drown instead
GD Home isn't where it used to be
GAGG/F# Em7D Home is anywhere you hang your head
G You hang your head, Home is anywhere
D You hang your head, Home is anywhere
E You hang your head, Home is anywhere
GG/F#Em7D You hang your head
*Third and fourth verse, same as first two*
Here comes Mr. Misery Lookin for a place for his mouth to shoot saying You look cute in your birthday suit You tore him out and screwed him up like a bent page in a naughty picture book
The day ended as it began except he was sicker and older than The man he was this morning and The world has wiped its mouth since then or maybe it was yawning