Baker St Muse

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[Verse]
C  D    Em           
  Windy bus-stop. Click. 
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Shop-window. Heel
C  D    Em         D           
  Shady gentleman. Fly-button. 
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Feel
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In the underpass, the blind man 
G
stands
     D          B7
With cold flute hands

F         C               A     
Symphony match-seller, breath 
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out of time
        G             B7      Em
You can call me on another line

C  D    Em               D      
 Indian restaurants that curry 
  C     G    D Dsus4
my brain.
C    D     Em       D           
 Newspaper warriors changing the
 C      G    D Dsus4
 names
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they advertise from the station 
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stand.
     D          B7
With cold print hands.
F        C            A         
Symphony word-player, I'll be 
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your headline.
       G          B7     Em
If you catch me another time.

[Chorus]
C       D  Dsus4                
Didn't make her --- with my 
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Baker Street Ruse.
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Couldn't shake her --- with my 
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Baker Street Bruise.
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Like to take her --- but I'm 
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just a Baker Street Muse.

[Verse]
C    D     Em           D      
 Ale-spew, puddle-brew, Boys, 
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throw it up clean
C    D    Em      D            
 Coke and Bacardi colours them 
C     G    D Dsus4
green
         G      D           
From the typing pool goes the 
  C            G             C
mini-skirted princess with great 
     B7
finesse
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Fertile earth-mother, your burial 
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mound is fifty feet down
       G            B7          
in the Baker Street underground. 
Em
(What the hell!)
C       D        Em     D       
Walking down the gutter thinking
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         G         B7
"How the hell am I today?"
C       D      Em         D     
Well, I didn't really ask you 
  G              B7
but thanks all the same


[Pygmy And The Whore]

F    C      G       F       C 
Big bottled fraulein, put your
         G
 weight on me
F       C              G
Said the pygmy to the whore
Continúa después del anuncio
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Desperate for more in his 
               C       G
assault upon the mountain

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little man his youth a fountain 
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overdrafted and still counting
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vernacular verbose
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an attempt in getting close to 
D               C       G
where he came from

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in the doorway of the stars, 
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between Blandford Street and Mars
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proposition deal, fly button feel
D       C        D        
testicle testing, wallet ever 
      C       G
bulging

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dressed to the left divulging 
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the wrinkles of his years
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wedding bell induced fears 
      C  G
shedding bell end tears
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in the pocket of her resistance
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       F          C  G           
international assistance flowing 
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generous and full
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to his never-ready tool
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pulls his eyes over her wool

D                      C
and he shudders as he comes
D                      C         
and my rudder slowly turns me 
       G                       D
into the Marylebone Road


[Crash-Barrier Waltzer]
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G                              
And here slip I --- dragging one 
                    Em
foot in the gutter ---
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in the midnight echo of the shop
                     D    Dsus4
 that sells cheap radios.

G                                 
And there sits she --- no bed, no 
           Em     D
bread, no butter ---
            Am             C      
on a double yellow line --- where 
                 D    Dsus4
she can park anytime.

G                               
Old Lady Grey; crash-barrier 
Em     D
waltzer ---
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some only son's mother. Baker 
    D    Dsus4
Street casualty.

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Oh, Mr. Policeman --- blue shirt 
          Em     D
ballet master.
                   Am         C   
Feet in sticking plaster --- move 
             D    Dsus4
the old lady on.

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Strange pas-de-deux --- his Romeo 
         Em     D
to her Juliet.
D              Am           C
Her sleeping draught, his poisoned 
regret.
     C             D         C   
No drunken bums allowed to sleep 
     D                    G
here in the crowded emptiness.

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Oh officer, let me send her to a 
       Em     D
cheap hotel ---
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I'll pay the bill and make her well
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 - like hell you bloody will!
C          D          C         
No do-good over kill. We must 
          D                
teach them to be still more 
    G  Em
independent.


[Mother England Reverie]

E

Em          D                C  
I have no time for Time Magazine
                  Em
 or Rolling Stone.
Em          D                C  
I have no wish for wishing wells
                  Em
 or wishing bones.
Em          D                C  
I have no house in the country I
                   Em
 have no motor car.
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And if you think I'm joking,
      C                            
then I'm just a one-line joker in a
              Em
 public bar.
Em                            D
And it seems there's no-body left 
for
 C                                 
tennis; and I'm a one-band-man.
     Em

G                         D   C 
And I want no Top Twenty funeral
                      Em
 or a hundred grand.


Em          D                     
There was a little boy stood on a 
Em
burning log,
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   rubbing his hands with glee.
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He said, ``Oh Mother England,
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  did you light my smile; or did 
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you light this fire under me?
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One day I'll be a minstrel in the
         Em
 gallery.
G                    D      
And paint you a picture of the 
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queen.
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And if sometimes I sing to a 
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cynical degree ---
Am           C              
it's just the nonsense that it 
      D  B7
seems.''
G                    D           
So I drift down through the Baker
           Em
 Street valley,
G                    D      B7
in my steep-sided un-reality.
         G                D
And when all is said and all is done
 --- I couldn't wish
             Em A
for a better one.

Am        C                       
E|t's| a real-life ripe dead 
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E|certainty ---