A Down And Dusky Blonde
God Help The GirlVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
I fried my head, I'm not a brunette
I'm a down and dusky blonde
I am living in a tree
When I lie in bed I see
Beyond my lover's head the moon, I hear the rain
I am conscious of my voice
as a tool it's more demure
Than your friend the singing queen
With her matinee good looks
She talks like talking from a book
I speak the language of my village, of my street
But I need a friend and I choose you
I tell you the way I feel
The truth is crushing like a heel
I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too
Tell me tales of punk rockin' girls
It's a dim and distant page
But I mostly blame my age
Please make allowances for me. I do not see.
It's a drag that you're getting old
I love to think about the year
When we sobbed and then we cheered
The town deserted like a film
Your torso crushing me
Into the country and the tunnels and the fields
But I need a friend and I choose you
I tell you the way I feel
The truth is crushing like a heel
I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too
I read a book a day like an apple
But I did not eat
And so the doctor came to me
He said a woman does not live
By the printed word forgive yourself and eat
Autumn sped along outside
Trick photography on speed
I was locked inside a room
They made a deal, they would control
The simple things like bodies but I kept my soul
When I needed someone I chose you
Because the fledgling soul awakes
And on the balcony she quakes
And she is waiting for the sign
And when the brother does not come
And when the sister's much too young, she chooses you
The little riff at the end of the verses is this or a variation
-3-5-7-5-3-7-(8)-------------------|
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-4-5-7-5-4-7-(9)-------------------|
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He doesnt usually play the last one, but goes back to the verse C.
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Readable chord sheet for A Down And Dusky Blonde by God Help The Girl
[C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] I fried my head, I'm [C]not a brunette I'm a [F]down and dusky [C]blonde I am [F]living in a [C]tree When I [F]lie in bed I [C]see Beyond my [F]lover's head the [C]moon, I hear the [G]rain [C] I am conscious [C]of my voice as a [F]tool it's more [C]demure Than your [F]friend the singing [C]queen With her [F]matinee good [C]looks She talks like [F]talking from a [C]book I speak the [F]language of my [C]village, of my [G]street [F] But I need a friend and [C]I choose you I tell [F]you the way I [C]feel The truth is [F]crushing like a [C]heel I will [F]forget the kiss and [C]feel if you will [G]too [C] Tell me tales of [C]punk rockin' girls It's a [F]dim and distant [C]page But I [F]mostly blame my [C]age Please make [F]allowances for [C]me. I do not [G]see. [C] It's a drag that [C]you're getting old I love to [F]think about the [C]year When we [F]sobbed and then we [C]cheered The town [F]deserted like a [C]film Your [F]torso crushing [C]me Into the [F]country and the [C]tunnels and the [G]fields [F] But I need a friend and [C]I choose you I tell [F]you the way I [C]feel The truth is [F]crushing like a [C]heel I will [F]forget the kiss and [C]feel if you will [G]too [C] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [G] [C] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [G] [C] I read a book a [C]day like an apple [F]But I did not [C]eat And so the [F]doctor came to [C]me He said a [F]woman does not [C]live By the [F]printed word [C]forgive yourself and [G]eat [C] Autumn sped [C]along outside Trick [F]photography on [C]speed I was [F]locked inside a [C]room They made a [F]deal, they would [C]control The simple [F]things like bodies [C]but I kept my [G]soul [F] When I needed someone [C]I chose you Because the [F]fledgling soul [C]awakes And on the [F]balcony she [C]quakes And she is [F]waiting for the [C]sign And when the [F]brother does not [C]come And when the [F]sister's much too [C]young, she chooses [G]you The little riff at the end of the verses is this or a variation -3-5-7-5-3-7-(8)-------------------| -----------------------------------| -4-5-7-5-4-7-(9)-------------------| -----------------------------------| -----------------------------------| -----------------------------------| He doesnt usually play the last one, but goes back to the verse C.