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The News From Your Bed

Bishop Allen
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 You were saving  the date
 But you woke  up too late
 Pulled the covers  down over  your head
 You haven't left  your front door
 For a week  maybe more
 Tell me, hey,  what's the news  from your bed
 You know your face  is all covered with your birthday  cake
 That you're eating  in the kitchen  at home
 Another banner  year, a splendid  day
 Another inch  or two  that you've grown
 But it's hard  to celebrate on your own
 There's a mouse  in the cupboard  that nibbles  your crumbs
 And you talk  to him every  night
 You say, 'Hey,  Mr. Whiskers,  I'm bored  and I'm numb
 You can stay  if you just  treat me right'
 Just  last year you were fortunate  baby
 And your friends  circled around  you in droves
 Are they thinking  of you? Maybe  just maybe
 But not  a one has bothered  to phone
 Tell me where,  oh, where did they go?
 x4
Called  a car about an hour  ago
 You're gonna take  yourself out
 Despite the cold  and snow
 Did they forget  about you?
 Are they in  on it too?
 You're sitting looking  in the mirror
 At your dancing  shoes
 When your family  calls  you make nice  to them all
 And assure  them you're fine  and you're great
 Then you cry  in the bath,  cry so hard  that you laugh
 Then you watch  television  til late
Who  do you need?  Nobody
 You're lucky  nobody's  around
 I can pour  my own drinks
No  thanks, Mister. Go on,  and get  out of town
 And you're gorgeous  in your evening gown

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Readable chord sheet for The News From Your Bed by Bishop Allen

[G]

You were [G]saving the [D]date
But you w[C]oke up too l[D]ate
Pulled the c[G]overs down [D]over your h[C]ead
You haven't l[G]eft your front d[D]oor
For a w[C]eek maybe m[D]ore
Tell me, h[G]ey, what's the n[D]ews from your b[C]ed    [D]

You know your f[C]ace is all covered with your b[D]irthday cake
That you're e[G]ating in the k[D]itchen at h[C]ome
Another b[C]anner year, a sp[D]lendid day
Another i[G]nch or t[D]wo that you've g[C]rown
But it's h[C]ard to celebrate on your o[D]wn

There's a m[G]ouse in the c[D]upboard that n[C]ibbles your cr[D]umbs
And you t[G]alk to him e[D]very n[C]ight
You say, '[G]Hey, Mr. W[D]hiskers, I'm b[C]ored and I'm n[D]umb
You can s[G]tay if you j[D]ust treat me r[C]ight'   [D]

J[C]ust last year you were f[D]ortunate baby
And your f[G]riends circled ar[D]ound you in d[C]roves
Are they t[C]hinking of you? M[D]aybe just maybe
But n[G]ot a one has b[D]othered to p[C]hone
Tell me w[C]here, oh, where did they g[D]o?

[G] [D] [C] [D] x4

[Am]Called a car about an h[G]our ago
You're gonna [Am]take yourself out
Despite the c[G]old and snow
Did they fo[Am]rget about you?
Are they [G]in on it too?
You're sitting l[Am]ooking in the mirror
At your d[G]ancing s[C]hoes    [G]       [D]

When your f[G]amily c[D]alls you make n[C]ice to them a[D]ll
And ass[G]ure them you're f[D]ine and you're gr[C]eat  [D]
Then you c[G]ry in the b[D]ath, cry so ha[C]rd that you l[D]augh
Then you w[G]atch telev[D]ision til l[C]ate    [D]

[C]Who do you need? [D]  Nobody
You're l[G]ucky no[D]body's ar[C]ound
I can p[C]our my own drinks
[D]No thanks, Mister. Go o[G]n, and g[D]et out of t[C]own  [D]
And you're go[C]rgeous in your evening [G]go[D]wn[G]

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