MUSIC

She could be in a bad mood                                      A9  

I could be in the wrong car

Could be I remind her of someone she used to know      D  – E  – A

Coulda worn the wrong shades                               A

She coulda had a bad day

Could be I should just pick up my broken heart and go      D – E – A 

But when every complication is subtracted           C#m   –  F#m

I’ve still no good explanation for the way that she reacted     Bm   –   E  (sus)

Maybe I’m the wrong guy                                         A

Could be so but oh my                                              F#7

This one isn’t gonna shake me off so easily            Bm   –   E    –   A

                                                                                    (F  –   E…)

I coulda said the wrong thing                                  A9

She maybe didn’t hear me

Maybe there’s a rumor going round that I’m no good       D – E – A       (F – E….)

I could be the wrong size                                          A9

She maybe goes for tall guys

Please let it be that she misunderstood                              D – E – A

But when all of these weak excuses have been charted    C#m  –  F#m

I’ve still not got any clues to why I’m                      Bm   

Dead before I started                                                E (sus)

Maybe I’m the wrong guy                                         A

Could be so but oh my                                              F#7

This one isn’t gonna shake me off so easily            Bm  –   E   –   A

Took a lot of nerve to                                    D

Think that I deserve to                                 

Spend a little time with you                         A

Maybe I’m not meant to try                          B7

But I’m dying to know the reason why       E

She could be on the rebound                                   A9

Maybe on the shy side

Could be it’s a 95-to-one shot anyway                    D – E – A

I should take a long pause                                        A

Maybe it’s a lost cause

Could be it’s a wild ring toss and I’m better off      D – E 

But hey…                                                                    A

Now that every wild possibility’s been untangled             C#m – F#m

I’ve still gotta think a lot of it’s just me                               Bm

Not trying every angle                                                          Esus – E

She can play it real cool                                                        A

But my mama didn’t raise no fool                                       F#7

This one isn’t gonna shake me off so neatly                       B   –  E7

Say goodbye and pat me on the head so sweetly               C#m  –   F#7

This one isn’t gonna shake me off so easily                        B  –  E

(… isn’t gonna shake me off so…)     A    –    F – E       x 3    … A

Project Duration
6 MonthDy

“Dying With Flies On My Face“

(Commercial Suicide Music, 1979, SOCAN)

You’ve seen me on TV,

In papers and books

I do the commercials for your pathetic looks

I cried for the camera

Back in ‘79

Price of the film and they’re set up for life

They’ve got shots of starving children, 

Sitting dying on the railroad tracks

Facing page, with aces and a Cadillac:

A mascara’d debutante socialist, not a smile out of place

I’m dying with flies on my face.

I’m more than a symbol,

I’m less than a life

Won’t you please take my maggots home to meet your wife?

The ice in your drinks

Is a Missionary bell

I’ll sit here in the dust until hell freezes over

Under the Cola ad, says:

“Give a dollar for the starving child.”

I grimace and a sinner’s guilt is running wild

Photographers and hypocrite journalists

Damn the heat of this place

I’m dying with flies on my face

     James went to college three years,

     Cramming Biology to learn the 

     Facts of life he had ignored

     He found what he had missed, but the

     Female reproductive system

     Still cost more than he could afford

So he went for his physical and came overseas

“Don’t forget your hanky Jamie or you’ll

Get a disease, boy!”

This tired young virgin with his Polaroid snaps

Puts paper down when he craps in my toilet

Writes a letter to his mother:

“Jeepers ma, the Bible must be right.

It’s time like these I thank the Lord who made me white.”

Sylvania flashbulbs exploding as they drag

Me into place

I’m dying with flies on my face

Jesus loves me, this I know

Cos he lets me die so slow.