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] (PERRETT,Andrew) Date: Sat, 13 Nov 1993 15:18:27 GMT
Gods Comic Elvis Costello (D.MacManus)
If this song is about a known comedian please drop me a line with if possible any reference.. (a wager is afoot U C)
EmB7EmB7EmGAmA#B
EmB7EmB7 I wish you'd known me when I was alive GCD I was a funny fellow Am7B7CB7 The crowd would hoot and holler for more Am7B7CB7 I wore a drunks red nose for applause GCD Oh yes I was a comical priest With a GCD joke for the flock and a hand up you fleece EmB7EmD Drooling the drink and the lipstick and grease paint GCDC Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog collar
chorus:
GB7EmB7EmD now im dead now im dead now im dead now im dead GCD And im going on to meet my reward EmB7EmD I was scared I was scared I was scared I was scared GCDCGB7 (*2nd time bridge*) He might never heard Gods Comic
So there he was on a water bed drinking a cola of a mystery brand reading an airport novellette listeing to andrew loydd webbers requiem He said before it had really begun I prefer the one about my son ive been wading through all this unbielevable junk and wondering if i should have given it all to the monkeys.
Oops bridge
CD Im goind to take a little trip CD down paradises endless shores G the say that travel braodens the mind B7E till you cant get you head out of doors *
Im sitting here on the top of the world I hang around in the longest night Until each beast has gone to bead and then i say god bless and turn out the light While you lie in the dark afraid to breathe and you beg and you promise and you bargain and you plead sometimes you confuse me with santa claus its the big white beard i suppose im going up to the pole where you folks die of cold i might be gone for a while if you need me