The story of jamie — Kashmir

#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # From: [email protected] (Kristian Wichmann) Subject: "The Story Of Jamie Fame Flame" by Kashmir. Date: Mon, 08 Jan 96 15:32:03 +0100

The Story Of Jamie Fame Flame By Kashmir From the album Travelogue

Intro & chorus:

(The little octave slide lick is a fill I've heard Thrown in quite a few times live. But don't Overdo it for God's sake...)

Verse: (listen to record for accurate rhythm!)

As for the solo and middle section I really don't know. Except live There's a really cool jazzy clean part in the middle. It has A '3/8 against 4/4'-feel which may take a little time to Get into for the unintiated...

If you've ever seen the band live you should have fun Dancing around to that one...

There's no guitar playing during the third verse...

And now for something completely and utterly silly: The Lyrics (rap style)

1st Verse:

Well I was sitting in my limousine drinking champagne, when this little girl knocked on my door She was a'crying for my money so I told her: "Little honey, I haven't got enough. I need more!" But anyway I asked her to sit on my seat, so I could mingle off her clothes and feel her heart beat

1st Chorus:

Everybody knows my name. Everybody wants my fame. There's nobody I can blame. Jamie Fame Flame, that's my name. (Huh!)

2nd Verse:

The next day in the paper I read about a raper, and a picture that was supposed to be me. When I didn't seem to care, and was walking down the stairs, there was a crowd that were shouting on me; They were jumping on my pictures, burning all my record, closing down the fanclub, turning over my car! So then I realized that they all were hypnotized, and that I was no longer a star!

2nd Chorus:

Everybody hates my name Maybe I should do the same There's just one man I can blame Jamie Fame Flame, that's my name

3rd Verse:

So when I woke up in the morning in the middle of a desert, I found myself alone without clothes I was a'freezin', I was yawning but I met this little wizard, and he taught me how to sing with my nose: (Sing through you nose!!!:) We sang a lot of songs of what is right and what is wrong, I felt like if a was I a haze. Then he took me to a cave where an elder woman sat That was the place where I was ending my days! 3rd Chorus:

Everybody knew my name Everybody wanted my fame There's just one man I could blame Jamie Fame Flame was my name

(This is done from memory so there might be a few errors. Please correct me!)

Er der egentlig andre end danskere der l‘ser dette? Hvorfor s† skrive P† engelsk?

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P.S.: Check min v‘mmeside:

http://fys.ku.dk/~wichmann/