Put A Penny In The Slot
Fionn ReganVersion1
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I apologise,
seem to have arrived,
On what items in my bag from your house.
There's cutlery,
a tablecloth, some Hennessy,
And a book on Presidents deceased.
I'll have them fed-exed to you,
It was a strange thing to do,
I hope we can still be friends.
Ah, it was not me,
but someone else, you see,
Twisting the steering reins.
Put a penny in the slot and make an
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
I don't give advise,
But be wise and think twice,
Before getting involved in a game.
Where the minority
Face the majority
Who are faceless and born without names.
Was it knock synch when
we came across three men,
They had church candles wrapped in newspaper.
I bought two from them,
And I'll lit one for you,
I hope the message made it's way down the wire.
Put a penny in the slot and make an
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
The soul of a dog,
he's alive and not gone
To the farm like the others said.
A Rhodesian richback,
Off the beaten track,
In a furniture shop down on the quays.
For the lonliness you foster,
I suggest Paul Oster,
A book called Timbuktu.
Put a penny in the slot and watch the
Drunken sailor boy dance.
She will not let you be
Her lov-ver.
She goes out looking for
The taxi.
Her phone is ringing straight to
Message-minder.
Send out a battalion to
Find her.
Put a penny in the slot and count the
Swans through a te-elescope.
I can't help from cryin'
I wish you were mine.
When I was seventeen,
I followed my dream,
Up into a high-rise block.
The adventures of Augie March,
By Saul Bel-low,
Was all I had for company.
At night time I'd lie
In Beckingham pike,
With tears like flashbulbs.
And recall my treasure-
Searching days,
In the rock pools as a kid.
To the remains of
The cherub plains,
Or around the bonfire in Nailors cove.
Good company and grief
Sit like a dock leaf,
Sits beside a stinging nett-le.
Put a penny in the slot and make an
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
Leave go-ooo. My golden arm
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Readable chord sheet for Put A Penny In The Slot by Fionn Regan
I ap[C]ologise, [F]seem to have [C]arrived, On what [Am]items in my[E] bag from your [Am]house. There's [C]cutlery, a table[F]cloth, some Henn[C]essy, And a [Am]book on Presi[E]dents de[Am]ceased. I'll have them f[C]ed-exed to you, It was a [F]strange thing to d[C]o, I [Am]hope we can [E]still be f[Am]riends. Ah, it w[C]as not me, but someone [F]else, you [C]see, [Am]Twisting the [E]steering r[Am]eins. Put a pen[C]ny in the slot and m[Am]ake an [E]artificial li-ii-[F]iight shin[C]e, [F]Leave go-[C]ooo. Mark [F]old and [C]line. I don't [C]give advise, But be[F] wise and think [C]twice, Before[Am] getting invo[E]lved in a [Am]game. Where the mino[C]rity Face the maj[F]orit[C]y Who are fa[Am]celess and [E]born without n[Am]ames. Was it k[C]nock synch when we came [F]across three m[C]en, They had[Am] church candles [E]wrapped in news[Am]paper. I bought t[C]wo from them, And I'll [F]lit one for [C]you, I hope the [Am]message made it's [E]way down the[Am] wire. [C]Put a penny in the s[Am]lot and make an [E]artificial li-[F]ii-iight s[C]hine, [F]Leave go-[C]ooo. Mark o[F]ld and [C]line. The[C] soul of a dog, he's al[F]ive and not [C]gone To the [Am]farm like the [E]others [Am]said. A Rhod[C]esian richback, Off the [F]beaten [C]track, In a fur[Am]niture [E]shop down on the [Am]quays. For the [C]lonliness you foster, I sug[F]gest Paul [C]Oster, A b[Am]ook called [E]Timbuk[Am]tu. [C]Put a penny in the s[Am]lot and watch the [E]Drunken [F]sailor boy d[C]ance. She [F]will not [C]let you[Am] be Her l[C]ov-[G]ver. She g[F]oes out lo[C]oking [Am]for The [C]tax[G]i. Her [F]phone is [C]ringing str[Am]aight to Mess[C]age-mi[G]nder. Send[F] out a bat[C]tali[Am]on to F[C]ind [G]her. [C]Put a penny in the s[Am]lot and count the [E]Swans through a [F]te-eles[C]cope. I c[Am]an't help from [C]cryin' I w[F]ish you were [C]mine. When I[C] was seventeen, I [F]followed my [C]dream, Up [Am]into a h[E]igh-rise [Am]block. The adve[C]ntures of Augie March, By [F]Saul Bel-[C]low, Was a[Am]ll I had for [E]compa[Am]ny. At [C]night time I'd lie In [F]Beckingham [C]pike, With [Am]tears like [E]flash[Am]bulbs. And re[C]call my treasure- [F]Searching [C]days, In the [Am]rock pools [E]as a [Am]kid. To the r[C]emains of The [F]cherub [C]plains, Or a[Am]round the bonf[E]ire in Nailors c[Am]ove. Good [C]company and grief Sit li[F]ke a dock [C]leaf, Sits [Am]beside a s[E]tinging [Am]nett-le. [C]Put a penny in the s[Am]lot and make an [E]artificial li-ii-[F]iight [C]shine, [F]Leave go-[C]ooo. My [F]golden [C]arm