Best Say We’re Not Serious

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Year: 2010
Album: Rancho Tetrahedron

VERSE 1
 
Bad  
Am 
news, bad news, I never heard the like of this grevious, brutal deed
 
Though  
Cmaj7 
I of course was miles away
 
On a  
Cmaj7 
rock ‘n’ roll stage in Leeds
 
That  
Fmaj7 
Mick from TV and his secret lady
 
Down  
Fmaj7 
lovers’ lane did bleed
 
The  
Am 
abandoned road to the aerodrome was a lonely place, I hear
 
But  
Cmaj7 
nice to find when you’ve rutting on your mind
 
And a  
Cmaj7 
hotel is too dear
 
Though of  
Fmaj7 
course I wouldn’t know, it was 50 years ago
 
And as I  
Fmaj7 
say, I was nowhere near
 
It was  
Eb6 
fifty years ago, and the record does not show
 
Why my  
Dm7 
knighthood is supposed to pay
 
Ab6 
Ask about the “Hounslow Wall of  
Fm6 
Sound”
 
With my  
Eb6 
pants about my shins and a genius in my skin
 
And his  
Dm7 
dribble on my shoulder-blades
 
Ab6 
Legends thrive on common crimes – so  
Fm6 
I have found  
Gm 
 
Un
Fm6 
seen, unbound  
Gm 
 
On  
Fm6 
bloodied ground  
Gm 
Cm 
Best say we’re not  
C7 
serious
VERSE 2
 
Bad  
Am 
news, bad news – the devil gets his due and the living rise to leave
 
Traded  
Cmaj7 
drapes for Beatle suits, then the flares and platform boots
 
Held the  
Cmaj7 
door for Mrs. T
 
I  
Fmaj7 
learned to tell jokes, answer questions of sport
 
I would  
Fmaj7 
run for charity
 
I re
Eb6 
call one happy day with its RAF display
 
Near a  
Dm7 
legendary 
 
carriageway
 
Ab6 
Covered now in moss and 10-foot  
Fm6 
weeds
 
And if those  
Eb6 
trees began to talk (oh perish the thought)
 
Think what  
Dm7 
lawyers I would have to pay
 
At  
Ab6 
least I never multiplied – the  
Fm6 
self denied  
Gm 
 
A  
Fm6 
craftsman’s pride  
Gm 
 
Per
Fm6 
sonified 
 
 
Gm 
Cm 
Best say we’re not  
C7 
serious 
 
 
Am 
INTERLUDE
 
So the  
Am 
maestro went to jail and the Sunday papers railed
 
“Enter
Am 
tainers prey upon the young”
 
And to  
Am 
us, his powdered tricks, came the guffaws and the bricks
 
And the  
Am 
tax bills and the bottom rung
Am 
Anyone would snap saddled with the like of that
 
But I  
Am 
jumped at any work they gave
 
Although  
Am 
sometimes not too calm, gin and pills were in command
 
And the  
Am 
weekend lasted seven days  
C 
 
Bb6 
 
C 
 
Bb6 
 
Cm 
 
F#maj7 
 
F 
VERSE 3/OUTRO
 
Now I’m  
Eb6 
more than eking out so they ask me to recount
 
Scruffy  
Dm7 
journalists with hostile airs
 
Ab6 
Plans of seating, B-sides, laundry  
Fm6 
tags
 
And they  
Eb6 
hate me for my wealth and for keeping to myself
 
All the  
Dm7 
“good things” morseo than bad
 
Ab6 
You just bought the ticket, folks, I  
Fm6 
own the show  
Gm 
 
I  
Fm6 
can say no  
Gm 
 
A
Fm6 
way you go  
Gm 
Cm 
Best say we’re not  
C7 
serious