The first DAAS Chords page:

Songs on this page:

• Auld Triangle
  
• Billy Don’t Be A Hero
  
• Bottle
  
• Broad Lic Nic
  
• Dead Elvis
  
• Dogs
  
• Friends
  
• Heard It Through the Grapevine
  
• Here She Comes
  
• Kiss Me You Fool
  
• Krishna
  
• Kylie and Jason
  
  Auld Triangle
  [G] Word has come from [C] Dublin [G] City
  She's [G]lost her sweet angry [C]boy
  [G]Born with a spirit his [C]flesh could not contain[D]
  Brendan Behan is [Em]dead
  
  No [G]stranger to life, he [C]lived bright [G]enough
  No [Em]stranger to the [Am] glass in his [C] hand
  No [G]stranger to the cause he [C]fought for all his [D]life
  Brendan Behan is [Em] dead
  
  [C] [D]
  
  A [G]hungry feeling came [Em]over me stealing
  While the [Am]mice were [G]feeding in [Am]my prison [C]cell
  And the [G]old triangle went [Em]jingle jangle
  All [Am]along the [G]banks of the [Am]royal [G]canal
  
  On a [G]fine spring evening as [Em]I lay dreaming
  And the [Am]lad was [G]weeping for [Am]his gal [C]Sal
  And the [G]old triangle went [Em]jingle jangle
  All [Am]along the [G]banks of the [Am]royal [G]canal
  
  And the [G]wind was sighing as the [Em]day was dying
  And the [Am]lad still [G]crying in [Am]his prison [C]cell
  And the [G]old triangle went [Em]jingle bloody jangle
  All [Am]along the [G]banks of the [Am]royal [G]canal
  
  In the [G]women's prison there are [Em]seventy women
  And I [Am]wish it was [G]with them that [Am]I did [C]dwell
  Then that [G]old triangle could go [Em]jingle bloody jangle
  All [Am]along the [G]banks of the [Am]royal [G]canal
  Then that [G]old triangle could go [Em]jingle bloody jangle
  All [Am]along the [G]banks of the [Am]royal [G]canal
  
  [G]Ireland has lost her [C]sweet angry [G]voice
  No [G]longer his poems fire [C]desire
  Will [G]ring out in Gaelic, or [C]sound through the [D]Main
  Brendan Behan is [Em]dead
  
  Billy Don’t Be A Hero
  [G] This song goes out to all of those correct Vietnam films,
  films like Hamburger Hill, and Tour of Duty, and Priscilla Queen of the Desert...
  
  [Am]The marching band came [D]down along mainstreet,
  [G]The soldier blues fell in behind.
  [Am]I looked across and [D]there I saw Billy,
  [Em] Waiting to go and [G] join the line.
  [Am]And with her head [D]upon his shoulder,
  [Am]His young and lovely [D]fiancee.
  [Am]From where I stood I [D]saw she was crying,
  [Am]And through her tears I [D]heard her say:
  "Billy, don't go off to war. If you go to war you can fucking consider yourself dropped, 'cause I'm not going to make love to you if you're an armless, legless corpse."
  
  [G]Billy don't be a hero, Don’t be a [Am]fool with your life.
  [Am7]Billy don't be a hero, Come back and [G]make me your wife.
  And as [G]Billy started to [G7] go,
  She said [Am] "Keep your pretty head [Cm] low."
  [G] Billy don't be a [D] hero, Come back to [G] me.
  
  [Am] The soldier blues were [D] trapped on a hillside,
  [G] The battle raging all around.
  [Am] The sergeant said "We've [D] got to hang on boys.
  [Em] We've go to hold this [G] piece of ground.
  [Am]I need a [D] volunteer to ride up,
  [Am]And bring us back some [D] extra men."
  [Am]And Billy's hand was [D] up in a moment,
  [Am]Forgetting all the [D] words she said.
  [G]Billy don't be a hero, Don't be a [Am]fool with your life.
  [Am7]Billy don't be a hero, Come back and [G]make me your wife.
  And as [G]Billy started to [G7] go,
  She said "[Am]Where did Billy's head [Cm] go?"
  [G] Billy don't be a [D] hero, Come back to [G] me.
  
  (and then I saw a helicopter flip upside down and Vic Maro's head went thwack!
  the average IQ of the fighting soldier in vietnam was nineteen... nineteen...
  nananananananana na na na na)
  
  [Am] I heard his fiancee [D] got a letter,
  [G] Saying how Billy died that day. (horribly... oh my god, billy...)
  [Am]The letter said that [D] he was a hero,
  (he was a herod. A herod? What? No, just wait. i've got a bit of pus on my contact lens…)
  [Em] She should be proud he [G] died that way.
  [Em]I heard she threw the [D]letter [G]away.
  And as the [G]mailman started to [G7]go,
  He said "[Am]Keep your pretty head [Cm] low."
  [G] Billy don't be a [D] hero, Come back to [G] me.
  
  Bottle
  [E]A sinking sun, burned me awake [A]through the shattered window pane
  [E]I recalled through eyes of claret red, he had [A]taken me again
  [E7]And the hair of the dog revives me, but I [A]find it hard to swallow
  It's a [A]marriage made in heaven between [Am]me and the [E]bottle.
  
  [E]A thousand words come back, and the [A]room just spins
  [E]The sodden mattress holds my heart, and he [A]cradles my regrets
  [E7]I hear him once again, he [A]knows that I'll not follow
  It's a [A]marriage of convenience between [Am]me and the [E]bottle.
  
  [E]Now king alcohol comes back with his [A]static and his pride
  [E]As it swaggers drunk and sinful through my [A]throat all parched and dry
  [E7]And if I should die before I wake, I [A]pray the Lord, my soul to take
  So [Am]I can rest and never wake again in [E]sorrow
  It's a [A]marriage on the rocks between [Am]me and the [E]bottle.
  
  Broad Lic Nic
  Woh, wohhhhhhhhhhh, Woh, wohhhhhhhhhhh,
  It's a [F] Broad [Bb]Lic [F] Nic, and I'll [Bb] tell you while I'm [F] able
  Or I'll [Bb]smash your skull if [F] you're not drinking [Gm]up Black [C]label.
  It's a [F]hard [Bb]man's [F]drink, and [Bb]though the bottle's [F]broken
  Put your [Bb]money on the [F]table, strain the [Gm]glass [C]through your [F]teeth.
  
  So we [F]grew [Bb]up [F]lean, mean, [Bb]kings of the street [F]scene,
  With[Bb]out a mother's [F]guiding hand to [Gm]keep us [C]clean.
  So [F]down [Bb]your [F]rum, we'll [Bb]take life as it [F]comes,
  And [Bb]all you blue rinse [F]critics, lick our [Gm]lite[C]rary [F]bums.
  
  I drank my [Dm]first pure malt be[Gm]fore I was [Dm]three,
  I smoked a pack a Dutch cigarettes my [C]pappy left for me.
  I [F]romanced a [Bb]little [F]lass who was [Bb]12 years my [F]elder,
  At the [Bb]age of six I [F]held her, that [Bb]year I also [F]bed her
  So [Bb]before I was [F]seven, my [C]first child was [F]born.
  I [Dm]told a pack of filthy lies as a [Gm]poli[Dm]tician,
  I heard my own confessions as an [C]act of contrition.
  I spent [Dm]ten years as a trappist monk in a [Gm]village in [Dm]Tibet,
  I [F] walked up Everest naked [C]just to win a [F]bet.
  
  Woh, wohhhhhhhh, Woh, wohhhhhhhh,
  I [F]cut off [Bb]my [F]leg to win a [Bb]one - legged – [F]race,
  And [Bb]when I won I [F]stitched it [Gm]right back into [C]place.
  I [F]fought Mu[Bb]hammad [F]Ali, I [Bb]seduced Mata [F]Hari!
  I [Bb]even wore a [F]sari when I [Gm]impersonated [C]Gandhi
  And I [F]dare [Bb]any man [F]here to [Bb]call me a [F]liar (LIAR!)
  But I [Bb]swear I've seen [F]Ezekiel, I [Bb]swear I've seen [F]Isiah,
  [Bb]toasting marsh[F]mallows in [Gm]Beelzebub's [C]fire
  
  And we're [F]good, [Bb]bad, [Bb]dangerous to [F]know,
  We [Bb]never gave a [F]tinker's cuss [Gm]about the seeds we [C]sow
  We'll [F]stay [Bb]up [F]late and [Bb]never be for[F]lorn
  And [Bb]when the morning [F]comes around we'll [Gm]kiss the [C]crack of [F]dawn
  We [Dm]took the whacks from Kerouac's and [Gm]Dusty [Dm]Dostoyevsky's
  And when [Dm]all was said and done booze was [C]all I had left me.