An Elegant Chaos
Julian CopeVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Busy at home
I was happy for a while
But the joke is over
Looking down
At the carefully laid out infamy
Take a scythe, take a scythe,
To the rotting core
Of man-vegetaton
Now I sigh
At the cool cool attitude to ignorance
The look in your eyes
When you gave this to me
Just put me on my guard
In this elegant chaos
I stand to one side
Shouting "ha"
Was I forced into this?
Or was it given to me?
It's a nice idea -
As a gift
Or as something to try for a while
70 years?
It's neither one thing or the other
My big fear
Is to dig it at last
And have it taken away
Its not a problem of secrecy
I take it in my stride
Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this?
Faces to the glass
I see them televise my death
Oh, and here comes the part
Where I break down and cry.
People I see
Just remind me of mooing
Like a cow on the grass
And that's not to say
That there's anything wrong
With being a cow anyway
But people are people
With the added advantage
Of the spoken word
We're getting on fine
But I feel more of a man
When I get with the herd.
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Readable chord sheet for An Elegant Chaos by Julian Cope
[F]Busy at home [C] I was [Bb]happy for a while But the [C]joke is over [F]Looking down [C] At the [Bb]carefully laid out [C]infamy Take a [F]scythe, take a scythe, [C] To the [Bb]rotting core Of [C]man-vegetaton [F]Now I sigh [C] At the [Bb]cool cool attitude to ignor[C]ance The [A5]look in your eyes When you [G5]gave this to me Just [A5]put me on my [G5]guard In this [F]elegant chaos [C]I stand to one side [Bb] [C] Shouting "ha" Was I forced into this? Or was it given to me? It's a nice idea - As a gift Or as something to try for a while 70 years? It's neither one thing or the other My big fear Is to dig it at last And have it taken away [bridge, no real chords - so I made them up] [Am]Its not a problem of [E]secrecy I [G]take it in my [D]stride Did I [A]learn to breathe to be [E]killed like this? [Am]Faces to the [E]glass I see them [G]televise my [D]death Oh, and [A]here comes the part Where I [E]break down and cry. People I see Just remind me of mooing Like a cow on the grass And that's not to say That there's anything wrong With being a cow anyway But people are people With the added advantage Of the spoken word We're getting on fine But I feel more of a man When I get with the herd.