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Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 22:27:39 -0800 (PST)
From: toomey 
Subject: CRD: b/bowie_david/maid_of_bond_street.crd

Maid of Bond Street, David Bowie.
Available on any of a number of compilations of His early works, I have
"London Boy."
The words go by pretty quickly in some places.  Even if I can't make out the
words, I've put in nonsense syllables that approximate them.

E                    F#m        G
This girl is made of lipstick,  Powder and paint,
C                       Am     F                G
Sees the pictures of herself,  every magazine on every shelf.
E                    F#m          G
This girl is Maid of Bond Street, hailing cabs,
C               Am       F                   G   
Lunches with executives, gleaming teeth, sipaparatives (thats what the words
sound like,                                                    I have no
idea what they really are.)

E              D
This girl is a lonely girl
E                            D
Takes the train from Banning Turn(?) to Oxford Turn(?)
    E                        D     
She reads the daily news but passengers 
      C                Am        F        G
Don't smile at her, oh no, don't smile at her.

E                    F#m            G
This girl is made of loneliness,  a broken heart
C                Am            F                        G   
For the boy that she once knew doesn't want to know her anymore.

    E              D
And this girl is a lonely girl,
E                       D
Everything she wants is hers but she can't make it
E                       D
With the boy she really wants to be with
        C        Am   F       G  
All the time, to love all the time.

E                   F#m   G 
This boy is made of envy, jealosy
   C              Am        F                    G
He doesn't have a limosine, really wants to be a star himself.

    E          G            A       D               G
And this girl, her world is made of flashlights and film
G             A                D            G
Her cares are scratched on the cutting room floor
    G       C            F              G
And Maid of Bond Street, ride 'round in chauffeured cars
G       C            F                G
Maid of Bond Street, picture clothes, eyes of stars
G       C            F             G
Maid of Bond Street, children have love affairs
G       C           (tacet)                     
Maid of Bond Street, children have worldly cares.

FCCCFG.

Ending on the G works, and I haven't figured out the last little bit.  So
there it is.
toomey@sos.net