This Is Hell tab - elvis costello

from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany
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lyrics and chords of: This Is Hell by Elvis Costello And The Attractions

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date: 95/10/15



D               A          G            Em
This is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you
      D               A          Em7       A
It never gets better or worse
D                   A          G          Em
But you get used to it, after a spell
           D          A      Cadd9
For heaven is hell in reverse

           G
The bruiser spun a hula hoop
                  D/A
As all the barmen preen and pout
          G
The neon "I" of "night club" flickers
D/A                                   C
On an off and finally blew out
                             Am                                         C
The irritating jingle of the belly dancing phoney turkish girl
                                 Am
The eerie glare of ultraviolet perfect dental work

D          A          G          Em
This is hell, I am sorry to tell you
      D               A          Em7       A
It never gets better or worse
D                   A          G          Em
But you get used to it, after a spell
           D          A      Cadd9
For heaven is hell in reverse

          G
The failed Don Juan in the big bow-tie
            D/A
Is very sorry that he spoke
          G
For he´s mislaid his punchline more than
D/A                                              C
Halfway through a very tasteless joke
                                                     Am
The Fräulein caught him peeking down her gown
                              C
He´s yelling in her ear
                                           Am
And all at once the music stopped
                                       A
As he was intimately bellowing "My dear..."

            D               A          G          Em
This is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you
      D               A          Em7       A
It never gets better or worse
D                   A          G          Em
But you get used to it, after a spell
           D          A      Cadd9
For heaven is hell in reverse

       Dm                             G
The shirt you wore with courage
                 C               F
And the violent nylon suit
     Dm                        G
Reappear upon your back
              C                             F
And undermine the polished line
                  Dm                         G
You try to shoot, it´s not the torment
               C                      F                        D
Of the flames that finally see your flesh corrupted
                                                                          G
It´s the small humiliation that your memory piles up
          Em7             D
This is hell, this is hell

            G                                  D
"My favourite thing" is playing again an again
       G                                      D
But it´s by Julie Andrews and not by John Coltrane
      G                                       D
Endless balmy breezes and perfect sunsets framed
     G                                           D                                        C
Vintage wine for breakfast and naked starlets floating in Champagne
                                      Am
All the passions of your youth
                                  C
Are tranquilised and tamed
                                     Am
You may think it looks familiar
                                       A
Though you may know it by another name

            D               A          G          Em
This is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you
      D               A          Em7       A
It never gets better or worse
D                   A          G          Em
But you get used to it, after a spell
           D          A      Cadd9
For heaven is hell in reverse
                              D
This is hell, this is hell.
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She She may be the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day She may be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell She may be the mirror of my dreams A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell She, who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry She may be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows in the past That I remember 'till the day I die She maybe the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The one I care for through the rough and ready years Me, I'll take the laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs For where she goes I've got to be The meaning of my life is She... she... oh, she...

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