Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!
date: 95/10/15

Hello darlin’ I’m home again,
Covered in shit and aches and pains,
Too knackered to think, so give me time to come round,
Just gimme the livingroom beat to the T.V. sound.

My hard earned dough goes in bills and the larder,
And that Prince Philipp tells us we gotta work harder,
It seems a constant struggle just to exist,
Scrimping and saving and crossing off lists.

From this window I’ve seen the whole world pass,
From dawn to dusk I’ve heard the last laugh laughed,
I’ve seen enough tears to wash away this street,
I’ve heard wedding bells chime, and a funeral march,
When as one life finishes the other one starts.

From this window I’ve seen the whole world pass,
From dawn to dusk I’ve heard the last laugh laughed,
I’ve seen enough tears to wash away this street,
I’ve heard wedding bells chime, and a funeral march,
When as one life finishes the other one starts.

Alright the love, so I’ll be off now,
It’s back to the lunchbox and worker/management rows,
There’s gotta be more to this old life than this,
Scrimping and saving and crossing off lists.

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HERE COMES THE WEEKEND
(Paul Weller)

From the LP ‘This Is The Modern World’

This is actually quite a hard song to play, but I’ve done it as best I can, if I’m wrong,
please correct me!

C D E (x2)

Okay, alright Here it comes,

If we tell you that you got two days to live,
Then don’t complain ‘cos it’s one more than you get in Zaire.
So don’t hang around and be foolish,
Do something constructive with your weekend.

From Monday morning I work for Friday nights,
Collect my wages, then try to paint on the smell of soap.
Cos tonight I get ready early,
Score what I need and go pick a girl up,
It seems like ages since we had some fun.

Here comes the weekend, I get to see the girls
Long live the weekend, the weekend starts here!

Everything feels right now, I know why I’m alive now,
Everything else is a lie now, now I know why I’m here

Here comes the weekend, I’m gonna do my head.
Long live the weekend, the weekend is dead.

From Monday morning I work for Friday nights,
Collect my wages, then try to paint on the smell of soap.
Cos tonight I get ready early,
Score what I need and go pick a girl up,
It seems like ages since we had some fun.

Here comes the weekend, I get to see the girls,
Long live the weekend, the weekend is here.

Here comes the weekend, I’m gonna do my head,
Long live the weekend, the weekend is dead.

D E F# (x4)

Chords from Davide Musiani – Bologna, Italy
contact me at reti023@didasun1.cineca.it for suggestions, corrections,
discussions or anything else…

Closer than close – you see yourself – a mirrored immage,
of what you wanted to be
As each day goes by – a little more – you can’t remember
what it was you wanted anyway
The fingers feel the lines – they prod the space – your ageing face
The face that once was so beautiful – is still there but unrecognizable
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

Think of Emma – wonder what she’s doing
her husband Terry – and your grandchildren
Think of Edward – who’s still at college
you send him letters – which he doesn’t acknowledge
‘Cause he don’t care – they don’t care
‘Cause they’re all going through their own
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

Alone at 6 o’clock – you drop a cup – you see it smash
inside you crack – you can’t go on – but you sweep it up
Safe at last inside your – Private Hell
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.

MR. CLEAN
(Weller)

From the LP ‘All Mod Cons’

Chords used:

Dm: x57765 Dm7: x57565
C: x3555x Bm: x24432
Am: 577555
G: 355433
Em7: x79787

riff 1:

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–8-6–3– –8–6–3–8/15–|
———– (x3) —————–|
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Dm (riff 1)

Daylight dawns, you wake up and yawn, Mr. Clean.
A piece of toast from the one you love most and you leave.
You catch your bus, in the 8’o’clock rush,
And catch your train, in the morning rain.
Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean.

Dm (riff 1)

If you see me, in the street, look away.
Cos I don’t ever want to catch you looking at me, Mr. Clean.
Cos I hate you, and your wife,
And if I get the chance I’ll fuck up your life.
Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean.
Dm (riff 1)
Is that seen?

Surround yourself with dreams,
Of pretty young girls and anyone you want but,
Please don’t forget me, or any of my kind,
Cos I’ll make you think again,
When I stick your face in the grind.

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–8———–8–7——–8——–10^-8——–8——————7—–|
—–9—–9——–7——–9————9——–9————7—–7–|
——-10————–9——-10———–10——–10—–9———–|
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Getting pissed, at the annual office do,
Smart new suit, and you went to Cambridge too,
You miss page 3, but the Times is right for you,
And mum and dad are very proud of you.
Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean.
Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean.

Dm (riff 1 x2)

SLOW DOWN
(Larry Williams)

Chords used:

A: 577655
D: x5777x
E: x7999x or 022100

Well come on pretty baby won’t you walk with me?

Come on pretty baby won’t you talk with me,

Come on baby give me one more chance
n.c.
Try saving our romance.

Slow down, baby now you’re moving way too fast.
E D n.c.
You better gimme little love, gimme little love
If you want our love to last.

Said I used to walk you home, baby after school,

Carry your books home too,

And now you’ve got a boyfriend down the street,
n.c.
Baby what you trying to do?

You better slow down, baby now you’re moving way too fast,
E D n.c.
You better gimme little love, gimme little love
If you want our love to last.

(guitar solo)

Said you know that I love you, told you well I do,

Come on pretty baby walk two by two,

I miss your love and I’m so fragile,
n.c.
It’s you woman I’ve ever had.

Slow down, baby now you’re moving way too fast.
E D n.c.
You better gimme little love, gimme little love
If you want our love to last.

Slow down (repeat to fade)

note: where it says n.c. stop playing.

Riff (2nd guitar plays all way through)

e —5-5-4-5-5-4———————–|
B —————5-4-2-0—–5-4-2-2-0-|
G ————————————-|
D ————————————-|
A ————————————-|
E ————————————-|

Why are you frightened – can’t you see that it’s you

That ain’t no ghost – it’s a reflection of you

Why do you turn away – an’ keep it out of sight

Oh – don’t live up to your given roles

There’s more inside you that you won’t show

But you keep it hidden just like everyone

You’re scared to show you care – it’ll make you vulnerable

So you wear that ghost around you for disguise

But there’s no need just ‘cos it’s all we’ve known

There’s more inside you that you haven’t shown

So keep on moving, moving, moving your feet

Keep on shuf-shuf-shuffling to this ghost dance beat

Just keep on walking down never ending streets

One day you’ll walk right out of this life

And then you’ll wonder why you didn’t try

To spread some loving all around

Old fashioned causes like that still stand

Gotta rid this prejudice that ties you down

How do you feel at the end of the day

Just like you’ve waked over your own grave

So why are you frightened – can’t you see that it’s you

At the moment there’s nothing – so there’s nothing to lose

Lift up your lonely heart and walk right on through