I'm really unsure about the end, so If someone is willing to help me (cus I'm
kinda sure it should be something more than F#m until it ends with an E, it
doesn't sound complete). But the rest should be fine, it at least sounds alright when I play it.
Enjoy!
D Bm G Gm/Bb
He spends his time, or maybe half of his time, or part of the time wandering
D/A Bm Em
'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes
D Bm G Gm/Bb
with a tear in his eye, as the children walk by, he's thinking of a song
D/A Bm Em F#m Fm
then stops, to paint a picture of a frown, walking around
Em Cm Gm F#m Fm x2
And the fast guitar that's right after that part goes like this:
e|-------------------------|
B|-5--5--4--4--3--3--2--2--|
G|-------------------------|
D|-------------------------|
A|-------------------------|
E|-------------------------| x2
D Bm G Gm/Bb
Dan Treacy's smile, leaves you trying to decide who's the victim, what's the crime?
D/A Bm Em
no rest for the mind, that's seen it all before
D Bm G Gm/Bb
and I don't know where he lives, but he's a myth of a man, and Texas Bob the cameraman
D/A Bm Em F#m Fm
is off to fix his sit before the show, yeah but where did he go?
Em Cm Gm F#m Fm x2
C#m A
to know when your time's up
B E G#m Bm
you flip the glass and watch the hours quickening
A Am
oh oh oh oh oh
C#m A
in the back of the station
B E G#m Bm
fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering
A F#
well he speaks his mind, he says "what is crime?"
F#m F#m6
Dan Treacy's eyes
D Bm G
In the middle of the park, when the underground is dark
Gm/Bb
he's a poet he's a lark
D Bm Em
he starts thinking about a place that no one knows
D Bm G
and when the creeks run dry, he stays frozen in time
Gm/Bb
strange lights in the sky
D/A Bm Em
start blinking, I can see the car outside but he's listening
G#m Bm
oh oh oh oh, he's listening, oh oh oh, he's listening, ah ah ah
A Am
when he's making up his mind
C#m A B E G#m Bm A Am
He made his mind up, to get things done and overcome
C#m A B E G#m Bm A Am
He made his mind up, yeah he's gonna let it go
C#m A B E G#m Bm A Am
he made his mind up, in the park and at the station
C#m A B E G#m Bm A Am
he made his mind up, yeah, he's gonna get it done
C#m A B E G#m Bm A Am
he made his mind up, ooh yeah he's gonna get it done
C#m A B E G#m Bm
he made his mind up
A B
yeah, he's gonna let it go, uh oh
C#m B
no matter the time, oh oh
C#m B
when the creeps run by, oh no
C#m B
he's making his mind up, oh oh oh oh
F#m B
yeah he's gonna get it done whoa
F#m B
oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh
F#m B
yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul,
F#m F#m
yeah, when the creeps walk by and say, "come here boy, look me in the eye"
F#m6 E
bow to the heart, back to the beat of Dan Treacy
