The Shining Hour
Grant Lee BuffaloVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Are we still on the phone=20
With lady Anna Clarke and her trumpet solo?
Whose ghost sings for pay
In the blue billiard room of the Monterey
For room and for board
And the back door key is a 19th century civil war sword
Once owned by John Booth
=20
And he misplaced his script when he caught his leather boot
This could be the shining hour
Based on all this mad belief
In money oil and angel powder
=09
In the new age magazine=20
There=92s a hole in the wall
Behind the photograph of Al Capone
He=92s sittin=92 down at city hall
The police they peek through here
And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror
But it=92s all in good spirits
And if you close eyes you can=92t help, help but to hear =91em move
This could be the shining hour
Based on all this mad belief
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine
I propose a toast
To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold
Into the sun
He collapsed last summer from a heat stroke somewhere in the east=20
village, oh=20
And it kills me to think
That I=92m no longer living
Just looking for excuses to dink
So lift up your glass
And your Ouija board =91cause I=92m fading, fading, fading fast
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Readable chord sheet for The Shining Hour by Grant Lee Buffalo
[Am]Are we stil[C]l on the phone=20 [Bm] [Dm] [Am]With la[C]dy Anna Clarke and her[Bm] trumpet solo? [Dm] [Am]Whose ghost[C] sings for pay [Bm] [Dm] [Am]In the blu[C]e billiard r[Bm]oom of the Mont[Dm]erey [Am]For r[C]oom and for board [Bm] [Dm] [Am]And the back [C]door key is a 19th centu[Bm]ry civil war sword[Dm] [Am]Once owned[C] by John Booth [Bm] [Dm] [Am] [C] [Bm] [Dm] =20 And he[Am] misplaced his script when he caught his leather boot T[G]his could be the shining hour[F] [Dm] [Am] [G]Based on all this mad belie[F]f [Dm] [Am] [G]In money oil and angel pow[F]der [Dm] [Am] [G] [F] [Dm]=09 In the new age magazine=20 There=92s a hole in the wall Behind the photograph of Al Capone He=92s sittin=92 down at city hall The police they peek through here And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror But it=92s all in good spirits And if you close eyes you can=92t help, help but to hear =91em move This could be the shining hour Based on all this mad belief In the money oil and angel powder In the new age magazine I propose a toast To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold Into the sun He collapsed last summer from a heat stroke somewhere in the east=20 village, oh=20 And it kills me to think That I=92m no longer living Just looking for excuses to dink So lift up your glass And your Ouija board =91cause I=92m fading, fading, fading fast