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I hope someone better than me can improve this. The C -> B on "journal-oust" is very rough and needs improvement. I think the C#m with the decending root sounds right, but I'm not sure. Transcribing piano tunes on guitar is hard :( asbestos_man_@hotmail.com Song For Phil Daoust by Tim Minchin
EThis is a song for Phil G#Daoust: occasional AGuardian Newspaper Cjournal-Boust.
EI never ever ever G#mentioned your name, or the Areview that you wrote, when I was Bnew to this game.
C#m C#m/C But now the time has come, C#m/B C#m/Bb I think I've dealt with my feelings at last.
I F#mreally wanna forgive ya Phil, yeah I Bwanna put the past in the past-Aa B
Oh and as Ethis is such a big G#tour, I Athought I outta take the opporCtuniBty.
'Cause there's a Epretty good chance somebody G#out there will know you, AMaybe they would pass on a Bmessage for me.
C#m C#m/C C#m/B C#m/Bb Just wanna say, Phil Daoust, occasional Guardian Newspaper journal-oust,
That it's F#mbeen three years since you wrote it, and G#mtime is very healing.
But I Astill wanna cut big chunks of flesh out of your stupid face and Bmake your children watch while I force you to eat them.
AYeah I Bwanna make your children watch you eat your own face-meat.
EDing Dang BDing Dang Dong, C#mThis is my G#mPhil Doust Song,
AEverybody Esing along, ALa la la la la la la,
I Bhope one of your family' members Edies. Phil, BDing Dang Dong.
C#mI've written you this G#mspecial song, Ato help you get the Eattention -
you Aobviously, Bdesperately lack.
And I know that you're a smart man, and with such a fine mind, I guess it has to be hard- To resist throwing narcissistic, intellectual tantrums in the supermarket isles of your self-regard. Just wanna say, Phil Daoust, I know it must be really hard to be a journal-oust. While a deadlines always looming, and the pressure to be entertaining. So maybe you should quit and get a job that you'd be better at - like killing yourself, you fucking cunt. Ding Dang Ding Dang Dong, This is my Phil Doust Song, Everybody sing along, Tra la la la la la la, I hope something you love catches on fire. Phil, Ding Dang Dong. I've written you this special song, to show how far I've come along - in my efforts to be more mature in the face of negative feedback. You fucking poo-face.