Let It Blow
Richard ThompsonVersion1
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D-DU-UDU
He was a species on the verge of extinction
She was an Air New Zealand hostess
They were mystically joined, like Rawicz and Landauer
Like Pinky and Perky, like Porgy and Bess
O he loved the pursuit and the romance
But the details were more of a chore
When the brides veil lifted, his mind soon drifted
At least thats what happened before
Let it blow, let it snow,
Let the mercury bubble and dive
Lifes little traumas and courtroom dramas
Remind me Im glad Im alive
O she loved the clinking of glasses
When the toast was to nobles and princes
In the conjugal nest she was seen at her best,
With her keen eye for curtains and chintzes
She had all of the furniture ordered
By the time they were naming the date
And her mother came speeding from distant Dunedin
To help with the flowers and cake
At the Chapel of Partial Remembrance
The ushers went into a seizure
Mr. Bacchus, they said, Should we stand on our heads
Would sackcloth and ashes displease you?
And they honeymooned down in Ibiza
Where the sun and the nightlife were hot
As she lay on the sand, he said, isnt it grand?
I bring all of my wives to this spot.
A life of volcanic activity
Left him nothing to spout but hot air
A long interruption since his last eruption
Was disguised by sheer devil-may-care
But some charm and some skill and maneouvre
Had him rising to meet the occasion
And for once, they found bliss, but news of their tryst
Got to Fleet Street, and caused a sensation
The Press was baying for blood now
They gave them a week at the most
We were all glad to see it reach weeks two and three
But the fourth week, the whole thing was toast
And she dragged her tail back to New Zealand
With threats of High Court and revenge
Meanwhile his eye did stray to the ample bustier
Of a novelty dancer from Penge
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Readable chord sheet for Let It Blow by Richard Thompson
[D]He was a species on the verge of [D/C#]extinction She was an [D/C]Air New Zealand [Bm]hostess They were [Em]mystically joined, like [Emmaj7]Rawicz and Landauer Like [Em7]Pinky and Perky, like P[A]orgy and Bess O he [D]loved the pursuit and the [D/C#]romance But the det[D/C]ails were more of a[Bm] chore When the [Em]brides veil lifted, his m[Emmaj7]ind soon drifted At [Em7]least thats what happened befo[A]re Let it [D]blow, let it [D/C#]snow, Let the [Bm]mercury bubble and d[A]ive [Bb]Lifes little traumas and c[F]ourtroom dramas Re[G]mind me Im glad Im a[A]live O she loved the clinking of glasses When the toast was to nobles and princes In the conjugal nest she was seen at her best, With her keen eye for curtains and chintzes She had all of the furniture ordered By the time they were naming the date And her mother came speeding from distant Dunedin To help with the flowers and cake At the Chapel of Partial Remembrance The ushers went into a seizure Mr. Bacchus, they said, Should we stand on our heads Would sackcloth and ashes displease you? And they honeymooned down in Ibiza Where the sun and the nightlife were hot As she lay on the sand, he said, isnt it grand? I bring all of my wives to this spot. A life of volcanic activity Left him nothing to spout but hot air A long interruption since his last eruption Was disguised by sheer devil-may-care But some charm and some skill and maneouvre Had him rising to meet the occasion And for once, they found bliss, but news of their tryst Got to Fleet Street, and caused a sensation The Press was baying for blood now They gave them a week at the most We were all glad to see it reach weeks two and three But the fourth week, the whole thing was toast And she dragged her tail back to New Zealand With threats of High Court and revenge Meanwhile his eye did stray to the ample bustier Of a novelty dancer from Penge