Accords et paroles Poise N Grace Elliott Murphy

Poise N Grace

Elliott Murphy

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Elliott Murphy - Poise n Grace
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Elliott chords : No capo
Olivier chords : Capo on 2nd fret
Intro:
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Verse:
        They say I’m full of poison
                                                    
        I’m full of poison and grace                    
                                                    
        I’m the invisible man here                      
                                                    
        I leave my footprints all over the place        
                                                    
        Well off with their heads cries the May Queen   
                                                    
        Babe Ruth says heads up to you                  
                                                    
        When you’re riding on an American dream         
                                                    
        It only matters what the linemen do.            
                                                    
O:                                                   
Chorus:
        Hello from Alaska from Madagascar or Detroit
                                                           
        Well I’ve been watching midnight cowboy I want a fringed coat like John Voight.
                                                                                  
O:                                                                                 
Verse B:
        Well I was working in a shoe shop
                                                    
        When Cinderella dropped by                      
                                                    
        She tried on some glass running shoes           
                                                    
        I stole a glimpse of her thigh                  
                                                    
        hadn’t spoken to her sisters                    
                                                    
        they got her busted from dealing ecstasy                
                                                    
        She said well she might be living in a pumpkin  
                                                    
        But you know her sisters were living in spiritual poverty.
                                                    
O:                                                   
Chorus:
Hello from Moscow from Oshkow and Saint Pete
                                                   
Well I’ve been watching east of Eden whatever happened to Joann Fleet
                                                          
O:                                                         
Verse C:
        Oh I’m living in a strange world
                                                    
O:                                                   
        At least it looks that way to me
                                                    
        Am I the boy in bubble                          
                                                    
        Or am I the old man and the sea                 
                                                    
        Here’s to Frankenstein and Dracula              
                                                    
        But their needs seem ordinary and plain         
                                                    
        When you compare them to those fanatical believers
                                                    
        I hear they’re always expecting rain            
                                                    
O:                                                   
Chorus:
Hello from Milano from Amarillo and city on the plain
                                                   
I’ve been watching sons of Katy Elder I like that graceful strut of John Wayne
                                                  
O:                                                 
Verse D:
        You know I was born in the suburbs
                                                    
        Though I never understood what sub was          
                                                    
        Shopping malls shiny cars  I felt like a soap opera star
                                                    
        I couldn’t stay there - enough was enough       
                                                    
        Sometimes what you think is mediocre            
                                                    
        Might turn extraordinary someday                
                                                    
        What makes you laugh tomorrow                   
                                                    
        May be the same things that make you cry today  
                                                    
O:                                                   
Chorus:
Goodbye from Manhattan from Garden City and Jackson Heights
                                                   
Oh I’ve been digging Jackson Pollack - He paints canvas like it’s a heavyweight fight.
                                                  
O:                                                 
Verse E
        Have I mentioned love - what must I be thinking
                                                            
        To my wedding knees I knealt                            
                                                            
        Love yourself love your neighbor - I love your shoes   
                                                    
        I love the way they match your snakeskin belt   
                                                    
        Lowboy rides the subway                         
                                                    
        He’s trapped in a world all his own             
                                                    
        You stop your medications                       
                                                    
        You’ll find reality in the marrow of your bones
                                                    
O:                                                   
Chorus:
Greetings from Honolulu from Sioux City and Asbury Park
                                                           
I’ve been listening to Nebraska Johnny 99 hits 100 as the New Jersey sky turns dark
                                                          
O:                                                         

Poise N Grace

Elliott Murphy