Key: Gb major
Verse 1
Alright?
One, two, one, two, three,
four.
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Verse 2
was eighteen years old
Hoping to become a rock and roll star
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Looking for pay dirt, celebrity gold
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To become an idol with or without guitar
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I knew I could go far
He was gifted and confused
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He was the man I'd seek,
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I reckoned he'd give me a hit in a week
He wrote and produced Telstar, you see,
and the honeycombs, have I the right?
And Leighton's Johnny,
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And made Heinz a star overnight,
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surely he could do the same for me
His studio was in North London land,
three flights of stairs dark and gloomy
I'd be warned about his
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He was awfully decent to me
Really didn't want to screw me
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He loved Barry and Holly
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His sound was weird,
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compressed and muddy
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With echo it sounded like
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a madman's folly
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He said he thought I looked like Buddy
He put an old mic
wrapped in foam on the boards
To give him a thudding
that moved him more
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He stood in the bath
They never came out or
turned into smaches
But joy declined and his
story turned saddened
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Madder and madder, a tragic end
he shot his landlady and then himself
And died a bankrupt, lonely guy
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My fading tape fell apart on his shelf
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I've nothing to remember him by
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But his magic music still gets me high
This song is for the big man Joe
A producer I was proud to know
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He stood in the path
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and he stabbed on the floor
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He stood in the path
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and he stabbed on the floor
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ChordsD Bm A G C
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