Biografia:
Depois de ter terminado com o The Jam, um dos maiores sucessos da música inglesa, Paul Weller resolve mudar o rumo de sua carreira artística, isso por volta de 1982. Weller resolve trabalhar com sons mais ligados ao soul, ao jazz, e à música negra americana, coisas que ele achava que não cabiam em uma perfomance de uma banda punk. Por isso, em 1983, junto com o tecladista Mick Talbot, também saído de outra banda mod, a The Merton Parkas, cria o Style Council.
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February 22nd 2001, 11.33am
LUCK by THE STYLE COUNCIL
Written by Paul Weller and Mick Talbot
From the LP 'Our Favourite Shop' (Polydor, 1985)
Chords used:
Bbmaj7: 687766 Fm7: x-8-10-8-9-8
Ebmaj7: x68786 Dm7: x57565
Eb/F: x8666x Gm7: 3x3333
Dbmaj7: x46564 Ab/Bb: 6x6544
Cm7: x35343 Eb: x6888x
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Bbmaj7 Eb/F (x2)
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7
Luck fell in the right place for me
Bbmaj7 Eb/F
The day you happened to come by.
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7
You caught me feeling all was useless,
Bbmaj7 Eb/F
And left me feeling ten feet high.
Dbmaj7 Cm7
Now nothing again can be quite the same.
Dbmaj7 Fm7 Eb/F
You gather my fears, and threw them away.
Luck dropped in, just at the right time;
The time when I felt most alone.
All my dreams had seemed to vanish.
Now my nightmares have upped and gone.
I'm not scared of farewells. Nothing's the same twice.
I stride through the day, and float through the night.
Ebmaj7 Dm7 Gm7 Ab/Bb
How much choice do we have in this?
Ebmaj7 Dmaj7 Gm7 Ab/Bb
Like some almighty hand, smashing your life into pieces,
Cm7 Dm7
One day you're washed and drowned
Ebmaj7 Eb/F
And the next day you're put back on the land.
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Bbmaj7 Eb/F (x2)
Now nothing again can be quite the same.
I gather my fears and I throw them away.
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7
Luck, when you hold me closely.
Bbmaj7 Eb
Ooh, feels like summertime.
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7
Luck, when you hold my hand.
Bbmaj7 Eb/F
I want it all the time.
Luck, in your country kisses.
Ooh, I love your outlook.
Luck, in your hills and valleys.
Go on talking, my babbling brook.
February 22nd 2001, 11.33am
LUCK by THE STYLE COUNCIL
Written by Paul Weller and Mick Talbot
From the LP 'Our Favourite Shop' (Polydor, 1985)
Chords used:
Bbmaj7: 687766 Fm7: x-8-10-8-9-8
Ebmaj7: x68786 Dm7: x57565
Eb/F: x8666x Gm7: 3x3333
Dbmaj7: x46564 Ab/Bb: 6x6544
Cm7: x35343 Eb: x6888x
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Bbmaj7 Eb/F (x2)
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7
Luck fell in the right place for me
Bbmaj7 Eb/F
The day you happened to come by.
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7
You caught me feeling all was useless,
Bbmaj7 Eb/F
And left me feeling ten feet high.
Dbmaj7 Cm7
Now nothing again can be quite the same.
Dbmaj7 Fm7 Eb/F
You gather my fears, and threw them away.
Luck dropped in, just at the right time;
The time when I felt most alone.
All my dreams had seemed to vanish.
Now my nightmares have upped and gone.
I'm not scared of farewells. Nothing's the same twice.
I stride through the day, and float through the night.
Ebmaj7 Dm7 Gm7 Ab/Bb
How much choice do we have in this?
Ebmaj7 Dmaj7 Gm7 Ab/Bb
Like some almighty hand, smashing your life into pieces,
Cm7 Dm7
One day you're washed and drowned
Ebmaj7 Eb/F
And the next day you're put back on the land.
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Bbmaj7 Eb/F (x2)
Now nothing again can be quite the same.
I gather my fears and I throw them away.
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7
Luck, when you hold me closely.
Bbmaj7 Eb
Ooh, feels like summertime.
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7
Luck, when you hold my hand.
Bbmaj7 Eb/F
I want it all the time.
Luck, in your country kisses.
Ooh, I love your outlook.
Luck, in your hills and valleys.
Go on talking, my babbling brook.
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