Dark Parlour
Released in 2000 by Cooking Vinyl
Transpose
INTRO (x4)
Gm
F/A
VERSE 1
Gm
Par
F/A
lour,
Gm
laced-in
F/A
daylight was
Gm
rat
F/A
ioned
Gm
F/A
Gm
Par
F/A
lour, a
Gm
ritual
F/A
language was
Gm
fash
F/A
ioned
Gm
F/A
Re
Bbsus4
mote from the men
And from
Bb/D
labour’s
grime
Where
Cm
one woman’s treasures were laid out to
Gm
shine
F/A
Gm
F/A
Ebmaj7
Blow me down cos you
Dm
can, you can
Ebmaj7
Blow me down, I won’t
Dm
stand, you can, you can
Gm
F/A
Gm
F/A
Gm
F/A
Gm
F/A
VERSE 2
Gm
Dark
F/A
room,
Gm
in
m
F/A
y
recol
Gm
lect
F/A
ion
Gm
F/A
Gm
High
F/A
chair,
Gm
the
eti
F/A
quette of re
Gm
ject
F/A
ion
Gm
F/A
Which
Bbsus4
chilled seven dawns
Through my
Bb/D
bones
half-formed
As from the
Cm
mouth of nurture, there came not a
Gm
word,
F/A
not a
Gm
word
F/A
Ebmaj7
Blow me down, I’m a
Dm
paper
man
Ebmaj7
Blow me down, a hatstand
Dm
man, heels of sand
Ebmaj7
Blow me down, cos you
Dm
can, you can
Ebmaj7
Blow me down, I won’t
Dm
stand, you can, you can
OUTRO
Well now I’ve
Ebmaj7
not much to give but a worn-out excuse
And my
Dm
fine sober demons they sport fast and loose
I have
Ebmaj7
stories to tell which you’d rather not hear
Because they’re
Dm
told in the slang of some mean hungry years
Long be
Ebmaj7
fore I was born, but that’s still all I learned
With the
Dm
misaddressed anger and the stony contempt of my
Ebmaj7
Teachers, now feeble, and some are no more
While I’m
Dm
tongue-tied and shapeless on this mercantile shore (and it’s)
Ebmaj7
Blow me down, cos you
Dm
can, you can
Ebmaj7
Blow me down, I won’t
Dm
stand, you can, you can
And you
Ebmaj7
will
Dm
FADE
Ebmaj7
Dm