London Lady

The Stranglers

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intro: *bass and drums enter*   (intro riff)                                   E-------------------------------------------------------------| B-------------------------------------------------------------| G-------------------------------------------------------------| D----------------------------------5--5h7p5-5h7p5-5h7p5-5h7p5-| A-------3-5-3-------5-7-5------5-7----------------------------| E---3-5---------5-7--------5-7--------------------------------|                                                 E-------------------------------------------------------------| B-------------------------------------------------------------| G-------------------------------------------------------------| D----------------------------------5--5h7p5-5h7p5-3h5p3-3h5p3-| A-------3-5-3-------5-7-5------5-7----------------------------| E---3-5---------5-7--------5-7--------------------------------|                                           E-------------------------------------------------------------| B----------------------------------------------1----1---------| G----------------------------------------------3p2--2---------| D----------------------------------5--5h7p5----3----3---------| A-------3-5-3-------5-7-5------5-7----------------------------| E---3-5---------5-7--------5-7--------------------------------| Little lady with Dingwalls bullshit Ah you’re so stupid Foetid brainwaves Little lady what really happens When you see mirrors you get the shivers (N.C.)                  (N.C.)    (N.C.)   Ahhhh...    (keyboards)    (bass)     (drums) Making love to the Mersey tunnel With a sausage have you ever been to Liverpool? Please don’t talk much it burns my ears Tonight you’ve talked for a thousand years Plastics real when you’re real sick Plastics real when you’re real sick Plastics real when you’re real sick Plastics real when you’re real sick (play the above twice)       Tell me what you’ve got to look so pleased about       Tell me what you’ve got to look so pleased about                 Oh! London lady why did you lay me? Your head is crowded with the names you’ve hounded The lines around your eyes they show me You realise the party’s over London Lady party’s over London Lady   Tell me what you’ve got to look so pleased about        Tell me what you’ve got to look so pleased about (x7) note: Hugh plays a kind of ’anti solo’ here where he just attacks his guitar and plays randomly unfortunately it’s really low in the mix so more time is needed to decipher it :) end on F.        Your skies were blue goodbye Toulouse        I walked your streets in fear                                         (riff) I washed your streets with tears Toulouse Goodbye Toulouse Your cafes tell the tales Of saddened millionaires Toulouse        A million dreams I’ve had                                 (riff) A million lies I’ve told Toulouse Goodbye Toulouse -  guitar solo (over verse chords):                                             E--------------0-----------0-----7-5-4-2-0-2-----| B--12s---0-2-4---4-2-0-2-4---4-0-------------4---| G------------------------------------------------| D------------------------------------------------| A------------------------------------------------| E------------------------------------------------|                                     E--------------------------------------0-----------0------| B-5^^^^^-5h7p5-4h5p4-4h5p4-2h4p2-0-2-4---4-2-0-2-4---4-0--| G---------------------------------------------------------| D---------------------------------------------------------| A---------------------------------------------------------| E---------------------------------------------------------|                                       E-s4-2-0-------4-2-0-------7-5-4-2-0-2----| B--------4-2-0-------4-2-0-------------4--| G-----------------------------------------| D-----------------------------------------| A-----------------------------------------| E-----------------------------------------|                             E--------------------------------------0-----------0------| B-5^^^^^-5h7p5-4h5p4-4h5p4-2h4p2-0-2-4---4-2-0-2-4---4-0*-| G---------------------------------------------------------| D---------------------------------------------------------| <img src="https://www.e-chords.com/images/curva_down_tab.png" alt="tab" width="749" height="16" class="imgtab"/> - Paula leaned down to me From her high balcony Toulouse        I will return someday                              (riff) So you can hear me say farewell     (riff) Goodbye Toulouse (x3) -     googletag.cmd.push(function() { googletag.display(’div-gpt-ad-1585323673544-0’); });   ]]>

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