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beck tropicalia album: mutations submitted by m. burgess B7#9 G7 A#7 A7 D#7#9 C#7 C#7#9 B7 ----------------------------------- --3--------------7-----6---5-----4- --2--4---7---6---6-----4---4-----2- -----3---6---5--------------------- --2--------------6-----4---4-----2- -----3---6---5---------------------
when they bB7#9eat on a brG7oken guitar and on the B7#9streets they reek of tG7ropical charms the embassB7#9ies lie in hG7ideous shards where tA#7ourists snore and A7decay
when they dance in a reptile blaze you wear a mask an equatorial haze into the past a colonial maze where there's no more confetti to throw D#7#9 C#7 D#7#9 you didn't know what to say to yourself C#7 C#7#9 love is a poverty you couldn't sell
misery wB7aiting in vague hotB7#9els to A#7be evicA7ted
you're out of luck you're singing funeral songs to the studs they're anabolic and bronze they seem to strut in their millennial fogs 'til they fall down and deflate CHORUS now you've had your fun under an air-conditioned sun it's burned into your eyes leaves you plain and left behind see them eyes and fall into the jaws of a pestilent love you didn't know what to say to yourself love is a poverty you couldn't sell misery waiting in vague hotels to be a victim