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Date: Fri, 9 Jan 1998 20:54:35 +1100 (EST) From: Daniel Meijer Subject: CRD: Whitlams "You Sound Like Louis Burdett" "You Sound Like Louis Burdett" by The Whitlams Transcribed by Daniel Meijer This is a chord transcription. In most of the song the bass is the main accompaniment, with some guitar comping as embellishments. So the chords are implied by the bass, and I've deduced them from what I could pick up from the guitar and keys. Hope it all makes sense! For the curious, Louis Burdett is a Sydney muso from Newtown (home of all povvo musos and wanky left-wing arts students), and a former flatmate of Tim Freedman. Now, Tim's phrasing of the lyrics are not repetitive - that's their attraction! For that reason I'm not going to try to line up the chord changes with with lyrics...in the verse, the change |Ebm B Bb| is repeated - listen to the CD, you'll hear where and when the changes happen :-) Intro: Ebm B Bb (repeat) Verse (same chords): Had a little bit to drink There's a little thing I wanted to do out east Nothing too emotional, my good miss I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes Stop talking 'bout the years - you sound like Louis Burdett Chorus:
F#And we roll Abon to my back Bshed Play some C#poker, scratch my F#head F#Look at the Absky and spot the Bplanes Where would IC# go on holidayF#s? Roll with the Abpunches down the aEisles and down the strBeets the Bbweeks roll bEbmy. B Bb
Verse 2: (Ebm B Bb) I'm chewing ice and grinning I'm spewing up and spinning It's biliousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen. Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere What? Someone might see you alone? Stop bagging out the band, You sound like Louis Burdett Chorus:
F#All my friends are Abfuckups but they're fBun to have C#around Banana cF#hairs out on the cAboncrete Telling sBtories to the C#stars How GeminF#is love wooden drAbagons, yeah HEow down the streeBt thBbe weeks roll byEbm. B Bb
Bridge:
AbThe moment the Bnight wears off the F#bombsite rEeappearsB BThey're all asleep but the morning tastes like wAine
It tastes like wine in Tempe
I fDeel so good IE, just might, F#wake him up EbmPat him on tBhe Bbbald head - tell me about a dream, Louis Something obscene, Louis Your life's an open magazine, Louis.
Solo over same chords.
EbmI'm stoned iBn aBb bookshop, sober in a nightclub Sex is everywhere but no-where around me By the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbating Never rains in Tempe but the planes remind me of family money And the lack down here Stop talking, frustrated, 'cause I sound like Louis Burdett
Chorus:
F#And we roll Abon to my back Bshed Play some C#poker, scratch my F#head F#Look at the Absky and spot the Bplanes Where would IC# go on holidayF#s? Roll with the Abpunches down the aEisles and down the strBeets the Bbweeks roll bEbmy. B Bb F#All my friends are Abfuckups but they're fBun to have C#around Banana cF#hairs out on the cAboncrete Telling sBtories to the C#stars How GeminF#is love wooden drAbagons, yeah HEow down the streeBt thBbe weeks roll byEbm. B Bb
Outro (same chords as chorus): Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around Terror, like charity, begins at home Chris don't like madness, but madness likes him He's got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been Chorus again
...and how down the street the F#weekAbs, ErolBl Bbby.Ebm