Intro: D

No one wants to hear about your 97th tear, so dry your eyes or let it go
uncried, my dear. I am all out of love to mouth into your ear, and not above
G A Em Em G A
letting a love song disappear before it’s written.
And no one wants a tune about the 100th luftballoon that was seen
shooting from the window of your room, to be a spot against the sky’s
colossal gloom and land, deflated, in some neighbor state that’s strewn with
Em Em G A
99 others.

8 Chinese brothers; well, there’s a reason why the last is smiling wide
and sitting higher than the others, swinging his arms.

(The it goes to back to the verse and you get the idea.)

On the he does a hammer on the Em, the G, and then the A. It’s very easy to
figure out. He also plays some of these chords with the third fret of
the B and E strings attached, but whatever works for you.

Later.

Capo 2nd Fret

Chorus:
Let fall your
soft and swaying skirt; let fall your
shoes; let fall your shirt. I’m not the
lady-killing sort. Enough to
hurt a girl in port.

Verse:
Marie’s gone
blonde, and lost a stone. She lay on her
lawn, spun and alone. And when the
morning sun, it rose upon
Marie, and her lacy clothes. It lit her
up, and she walked around the winding
streets of Camden town. She don’t know
who she wants to be, but if I
knew, I’d tell Marie.

Chorus

And Cindy tells me she’s had fun,
Sitting back stage,someone’s plus one.
Up in her room,the records spin
a needle in the grooves that she’s worn thin.
Well, she lifts her sleeve and she sees a name.
And she’s got a smile on her face
And she’s got a story you can’t see
Well, that’s just between that name and Cindy.

Interlude: A Asus4 A

And before Holly made her way
Over the sea and far away,
She’s telling me inside her car
driving us back from the Crystal Corner bar.
I lost her there; I fell from hell
Cut some fresh pieces from myself
Then for a second something in me
Said leave today, it’s time, Holly.

Interlude

Oh, I’m a weak and lonely sort,
Though I’m not sailing just for sport.
I’ve come to feel out on the sea
These urgent lives press against me.
I’m just aghast; I’m not a part
My tender head with my easy heart.
These several years out on the sea
Made me empty, cold, and clear pour yourself into me.

Chorus

It’s just a bad movie, where there’s no crying
D G D A (keep strumming A lightly till G)
handing the key to me in this Red Lion,
where the lock that you locked in the suite says there's no prying.
When the breath that you breathed in the street screams there??s no science.
When you look how you looked then to me, then I cease lying and fall into silence.

It’s just a life story, so there’s no climax.
No more new territory, so pull away the imax.
In the slot that you sliced through the scene there was no shyness.
In the plot that you passed through your teeth there was no pity.
No fade in: film begins on a kid in the big city.
And no cut to a costly parade (that’s for him only!).
No dissolve to a sliver of grey (that’s his new lady!)
G D G D A G D G D Dsus2 A Asus4x3
where she glows just like grain on the flickering pane of some great movie.

It’s just a house burning, but it’s not haunted.
It was your heart hurting, but not for long, kid.
In the socket you spin from with ease there is no sticking.

When the air round your chair fills with heat, that’s the flames licking
beneath the clock on the clean mantelpiece. It’s got a calm clicking,
like a pro at his editing suite takes two weeks stitching up some bad movie.