Harsh Times In Umberstone Covert

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Geraldine, Geraldine, it’s just a 
              Bb      C
selling plate; nobody cares
F                           Bb   
 Don’t be so self-conscious, what
               C
 became of the carefree you?
    Gm                      C
The one who would whistle to 
Throbbing Gristle through
Gm              C          C7
 Harsh times in Umberstone Covert.
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Scoffing at the notion of a 
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shoulder to cry on, the very 
              C
thought of a rock to rely on
  Gm                     C        
Astonishing therefore to look at 
        Gm                  
you now, bitter as the gall, 
C                C7
reaching for the mainland.

[CHORUS]

F       Bb       C           F
 I will mend you, and I will tend to
 you
Bb          C   A                
 Take it as read with a needle 
  Bb
and thread
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 When you’re falling apart at the 
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seams I will make that stich in 
F    B Bb F  B Bb
time.

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[VERSE 2]

      F                            
C-c-c-cavalcades, accolades, giddy 
          Bb        C
escapades, do you recall
F                              Bb
 Cheap mischief most Tuesday’s – 
                C
Emma Rollahead avoids you still
Gm              C           
 Sour faced she picked out the 
            Gm             C  
gherkins, saw Christ in Dorothy 
     C7
Perkins
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 Oh Geraldine, we were so 
           C     F               
laissez-faire, every other day 
Bb              C
was a non-sequitur.
Gm              C            Gm 
Hadron Collider, who’s there? 
          C  C7
Knock knock

[CHORUS]

F       Bb       C         F
 I’ll repair you, be right there for
 you
Bb                 C  
 At the end of the bed, 
 A                    Bb
reupholstering your head
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 When events are unfolding inside
Bb      C       C7        F
 I’m on hand to cast your mind.

[OUTRO]

C          Bb         F
Geraldine, Geraldine, Geraldine
C          Bb         F
Geraldine, Geraldine, Geraldine
C              Bb                
 Your problems – I’ll treat them 
   F
as mine
C                Bb              
 Tomorrow morning everything will
    F
 be fine
C              Bb                
 Jean Greenhowe shall grant us a 
F
pardon
C                    Bb          
 We’ll eat Battenberg and stare 
      F
at the garden
C          Bb         F
Geraldine, Geraldine, Geraldine
C          Bb            F
Geraldine, Geraldine, oh Geraldine
C             Bb         B Bb B 
Geraldine, oh Geraldine.
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