Richard Hell (born Richard Meyers; October 2, 1949 in Lexington, Kentucky) is an American singer, songwriter, bass guitarist, and writer.
Hell was an originator of the punk fashion look, the first to spike his hair and wear torn, cut and drawn-on shirts, often held together with safety pins. Malcolm McLaren, manager of the Sex Pistols, has said Hell was an important inspiration for the Sex Pistols' look and attitude, as well as the safety-pin accessorized clothing McLaren sold in his London shop, Sex.
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Date: Tue, 09 Apr 1996 18:16:02 -0700 From: Gabriel Legba Wintermute Subject: TAB: Blank Generation by Richard Hell
This song is very very similar to the Stray Cats' "Stray Cat Strut" in pacing and feel, though this is played with a distortion guitar. The lyric pacing is weird--if you have the album, you might want to listen to it a few times before you attempt to sing it.
There is an intro which is lead; I don't play lead, and I couldn't even figure out the chords. If anybody knows them, let me know. The main part of the song seems to be power strummed chords. Anyway, here it is...
Richard Hell and the Voidoids--Blank Generation
I was sayin' let me out of here EmDCB
Before I was even born EmD
It's such a gamble when you get a face CB
It's fascinatin' to observe what the mirror does EmDCB
But when I die it's to the wall that I set my face EmDCB
Chorus: I belong to the blank generation, and EmDCB
I can take it or leave it each time, well EmDCB
I belong to the ----- generation EmDCB
I can take it or leave it each time EmB7EmEm
Oooo oooo oooo oooo(same notes as chords) EmDCB
Triangles falling at the window as the doctor cursed EmDCB
He was a cartoon, long forsaken by the public eye EmDCB
The nurse adjusted her garters as I breathed my first EmDCB
The doctor grabbed my throat and said, "God's consolation prize!" EmDCB
CHORUS
Oooo oooo oooo oooo(same notes as chords) EmDCB
(repeat)
To hold the TV to my lips, the air so packed with cash EmDCB
Then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in your vacant--lot EmDCB
Then lose my train of thought and fall into your arms' tracks EmDCB
And hold beneath my eyelids every passing thought EmDCB