Parklife album — Blur
#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. # Date: Fri, 21 Jul 1995 11:21:59 -0300 (BST) From: Lester Stype <[email protected]>
Parklife by Blur: The entire tab of the entire album by Lester Stype ([email protected].) Copied directly from the CD booklet. Any mistakes are due to me, but essentially it's OK I think.
BOYS AND GIRLS
Streets like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday
Love in the 90's
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances, looking for
GIRLS WHO ARE BOYS
WHO LOVE BOYS LIKE THEY'RE GIRLS
WHO DO GIRLS LIKE THEY'RE BOYS
ALWAYS SHOULD BE SOMEONE YOU REALLY LOVE
Avoiding all work
Cos there's none available
Like battery thinkers
Count their thoughts on 1 2 3 4 5 fingers
Nothing is wasted
Only reproduced
You get nasty blisters
Du bist sehr schon
But we haven't been introduced
TRACY JACKS
(Tracy Jacks) works in civil service (Tracy Jacks) its steady employment (Tracy Jacks) is a golfing fanatic (Tracy Jacks) But his put is erratic (Tracy Jacks) saw a Harley Street Doctor (Tracy Jacks) who prescribed healthy living (Tracy Jacks) he's getting past forty (Tracy Jacks) and all the seams are splitting
Everyday he got closer He knew in his heart he was over Saying I'd love to stay here and be normal But its just so overrated
(Tracy Jacks) left home without warning (Tracy Jacks) at five in the morning (Tracy Jacks) got on the first train to Walton (Tracy Jacks) stood on the sea front laughing (Tracy Jacks) ran up and down naked (Tracy Jacks) got stopped by the police (Tracy Jacks) driven back to London
And then it happened on a Tuesday morning Tracy Jacks bulldozed down the house he lived in Saying its just so overrated
END OF THE CENTURY
Ants in the carpet Dirty little monsters Eating all the morsels Picking up the rubbish Give her effervescence She needs a little sparkle Good morning TV You're looking so healthy
Chorus
We all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes 'Cos we feel the same We kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of the century......its nothing special
Sex on the TV Everybody's at it And the mind gets dirty When you get clo ser to thirty Gives her a cuddle They're glowing in a huddle Good night TV You're all made up
And you're looking like me
Chorus
Can you eat her yes you can
Chorus
PARKLIFE The E etc. in this =12th fret (brush up on those barre chords!!)
Confidence is the preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as (Parklife) And morning setup can be avoided if you take a route straight through What is known as (Parklife) John's got brewer's droop he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons they Love a bit of it (Parklife) Who's that gut lord marching...you should cut down on your porklife Mate...get some exercise
Chorus
All the people So many people They all go hand in hand Hand in hand throught their parklife
(Verse 2: Same chords as verse 1) I get up when I want, except on Wednesdays when I get rudely awaken by the Dustmen I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea, and I think about leaving the House I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too it gives me a feeling of Enormous well being And then I'm happy of rht rest of the day safe in the knowledge there will Always be a bit of my heart devoted to it
Chorus
It's got nothing to do with your Vorsprung Durch Technic you know And it's got nothing to do with you joggers who go round and round and round
Chorus
BADHEAD
So far we've not really stayed in touch Well I knew as much, it's no surprise that today I'll get up round two, with nothing to do Except get a touch of flu
Chorus
And I might as well just grin and bear it 'Cos its not worth the trouble of an argument And in any case I'd rather wear it Your like a bad head in the morning
And I know......
Mid 8:
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BANK HOLIDAY
Grandma has new dentures To eat the crust of pizza Been taken out by her daughter Because she thought she ought'a The kids are eating snickers Because they're so delicious Then there's sticky fingers And mother loses her knickers
Chorus
Bank holiday comes six times a year Days of enjoyment to which everybody cheers Bank holiday comes with six pack of beer ......then its back to work A.G.A.I.N.
Bar-b-que is cooking Sausages and chicken The patio is buzzing The neighbours they are looking John is down the fun pub Drinking lots of lager Girls and boys are on the game And all the high streets look the same
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THE DEBT COLLECTOR
(B)E E7 C#M/E C G Em/B C A
Repeat most of it again. FAR OUT I spy in the night sky don't I Phobe Io Elara Leda Callisto Sinope Janus Dione Portia So many moons Quiet in the sky at night Hot in the milky way Outside in Vega Capella Hadar Rigel Barnard's star Antares Aldebaran Altair Wolf 359 Betelgeuse sun sun sun TO THE END All those dirty words They make us look so dumb Been drinking far too much And neither of us mean what we say
You and I Collapsed in love And it looks like we might have made it, Yes it looks like we made it to the end
What happened to us Soon it will be gone forever Infatuated only with ourselves And neither of us can think straight anymore
Chorus LONDON LOVES
A malady has taken him over Coughing tar in his Japanese motor The lights are magic And he's got money So he'll be lucky He'll shoot like an arrow
London loves The mystery of a speeding car London loves The misery of a speeding heart
It's Love-U-Like and everyone's at it But words are cheap and his mind is elastic He loves the violence Keeps ticking over So sleep together Before today is sold forever London loves The way people just fall apart London loves The misery of a speeding heart
(The rest of the song is just improvisation on this theme) TROUBLE IN THE MESSAGE CENTRE
I am the message centre Local and direct Room to room an operator (no calls today dear, they'll just have to wait dear) I call and I collect (so just strike him softly away from the body) You're made up too shiny today (in so much trouble) Thoughts are just pissing away " A new type face a new day " You can't remember ten minutes ago. It's too much trouble
Middle 8 up half a tone, so that's (Bm D Am C x4) (then E F#)
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CLOVER OVER DOVER
I'm on the white cliffs of Dover Thinking it over and over But if I jump its all over A cautionary tale for you
(Verse 2: Same chords) I love to roll in the clover With you over and over On the white cliffs of Dover And then I'd let you push me over
And if that is the fact then in actual fact it's not where it's at and it's over (Repeat)
Verse 3: (Same chords) And now the bluebirds are over The white cliffs of Dover So when you push me over Don't bury me I'm not worth anything MAGIC AMERICA
Bill Barret has a simple dream He calls it his plan B Where the buildings and the sky and the air is sugar free And everyone is very friendly Plan B arrived on holiday Took a cab to the shopping malls Bought and ate until he could do neither anymore Then found love on channel forty-four
Chorus
La la la la la he wants to go to Magic America La la la la la he'd like to live in Magic America with all the magic people
Bill Barret sent his postcards home To everyone he'd ever known - they read Fifty nine cents gets you a good square meal >From the people who care how you feel
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Mid 8: C#7 B7 F# G#m7 Then C#7 B7 A7 Jubilee slouches in the settee He's losing all the will to move He's gone divvy, too much telly He's watching twenty four hours of rubbish He's got butane, he's got plastic bags And his eyes are going square (oh yeah) He's no raver just anti social He's not going to cut his hair
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He dresses incorrectly....no one told him how to do it He dresses incorrectly....seventeen he not mean enough He dresses incorrectly....talk to the girls but he's just too spotty He dresses incorrectly....not keen on being like anyone else
(Verse 2: Same chords as Verse 1) Jubilee's dad, Billy Banker Thinks his son is aslob Should get out more stop scabbing He should go out and get a job
No, he just plays on his computer games (reprise) THIS IS A LOW
And into the sea go pretty England and me Around the Bay of Biscay and home for tea Hit traffic on the Dogger Bank Up the Thames to find a taxi rank Sail on by with the tide and fall asleep
And the radio says
This is a low But it won't hurt you When you're alone it will be there with you Finding ways to stay solo
On the Tyne, Forth and Cromarty There is a low in the high Forties And Saturdays locked away on the pier Not fast enough dear On the Malin Head, Blackpool looks black and red And the Queen she's gone round the bend Jumped off Land's End
Chorus Had a bit of trouble with the tab shift on my PC, so if any chords look out of place, that is why.