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Scoundrel Days

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        A-ha  
WORDS AND MUSIC:
  Scoundrel days - words by Pal Waaktaar    music by Mags and Pal Waaktaar
        A-ha  
WORDS AND MUSIC:
  Scoundrel days - words by Pal Waaktaar    music by Mags and Pal Waaktaar
B-                                        E-(9)  
    Was that somebody screaming     it wasn't me for sure
                                                        o                              o
Bb                                                      G-  
     I lift my head up from uneasy pillows     put my feet on the floor
D4                                          G-  
    cut my wrist on a bad thought    and head for the door
B-                                  E-(9)  
    outside on the pavement     the dark makes no noise
Bb                                             G-  
    I can feel the sweat on my lips     leaking into my mouth
                                                    o                              o
D4                                                  G-  
    I'm heading out for the steep hills     they're leaving me no..
     o---o-o-o        o    o  o
     B-                  E-    G    D                A-                     C      G      D     A-  
cho..ice        and see........ as our lives are in the ma...king
         E-    G    D                         A-             C      G        D  
we belie........ve through the lies and the    hating
                             ,---3---,
                            D  
        A-             E-         /G    /A  
that love goes free
Bm9                              E-(9)  
    for want of an option     I run the wind 'round
Bb                                                            G-  
    I dream pictures of houses burning never knowing nothing else to do
o                                o
F                                 C         G-  
    with death comes the morning     unannounced and new
B-                                      E-  
    was it too much to ask for     to pull a little weight
Bb                                                  G-  
    they forgive anything but greatness     these are scoundrel days
                                                                                          o--o
D4                                                         G-                              B-  
    and I'm close to calling out their names     as pride hits my fa..ce
o-----o
                        E-    G    D                A-                     C      G  
    yeeheehee and see........ as our lives are in the ma...king
D             A-            E-    G    D                        A-              C      G        D  
                  we belie.......ve through the lies and the    hating
 (uoh no!)
        A-     /E      G-    /F    /E                 /Eb         G-        -4/F      G-/  E  
that love goes free........  through scoundrel days.....    yehy.... hm
G-4/  Eb     G-      -4/F     G-/  E     G-4/  Eb     G-(9)      -/F     G-/  E     G-4/  Eb  
ah  ah
B-                                    E-  
    I reach the edge of town     I've got blood in my hair
Bb                                        G-  
     their hands touch my body      from everywhere
                                            o                          o
D4                                          G-                                 B-  
     but I know that I've made it     as I run into the air
o             o
B-  
    hmeah yeah
      E-    G    D                A-                     C      G  
and see........ as our lives are in the ma...king
D             A-            E-    G    D                        A-              C      G        D  
                  we belie.......ve through the lies and the    hating
 (uoh no!)
        A-     /E             G     D     A-        C     G     D                A-          G_  
that love goes free........     oh wo                through scoundrel days
THE SWING OF THINGS
B-          D6    E(9)    F#-4          B-        D6    E(9)    F#-4  
F#-     D     A     B-     D          F#-  
o                                  .             ~--d  o      .    ~-d
B-                                 D              E         B-     D     E  
    You say the world's an eventful place
B-                                     D            E    B-     D  E  
    you give me news I don't want to know
 B-    E          F#-                G                        A          B-      D  E     B-     D  
you say that I should care    that I should speak my mind
E7         F#-            D                A                  B-            D  
oh but how can I speak of the world rushing by with a lump in my throat and
 A              D            E7         F#-             D            A              B-  
tears in my eyes oh have we come to the point of no turning back or is it
                      D                C#                              A    B            D  
                      F#    G#     A                                    E    F#                  A  
  D                                 F#-                B-      D  E     B-     D  E     B-     D  E  
still time to get into the     swing of things
  E                         D     C#  
  C#                        B     A  
B-     D  C#-/  E  E9  
B-                                     D            E     B-     D  E  
    let us walk through this windless city
B-                              D         E          B-     D  E  
    I'll go on till the winter gets me
        B-          E                F#-             G             A                B-      D  E  
"Oh sleep..." you wrote "sleep my dear..." in a letter somewhere
  D  
B-  D  E7         F#-            D                    A                B-             D  
      oh but how can I sleep with your voice in my head with an ocean
                     A                 D        E        F#-              D                     A  
between us and room in my bed  oh have I come to the point where I'm losing
                                                                              o      .  .
        B-                 D                                 F#-                B-     D    E9  B-  
the grip or is it still time to get into the     swing of things
        .  .                                    .  .
B-     D    E9  B-          D  E9  B-          D    E    F#-  
D     E                     F#-              D                 A                B-  
        oh when she gloves in the dark and I'm weak by the sight of this
  D                              A              D            E            F#-                  D  
breathtaking beauty in which I can hide oh there's a world full out there
     A             B-                 D                             A                 D  
of people I fear but given time I'll get into the    swing of things yes
  E7          F#-              D                    A                B-          D  
when she gloves in the dark and I'm struck by the sight I know that I'll
                                                                          A            G#  A  
                                                                          D     E      D    E  
                                                                                          o    o
                         A                 D    E7  F#-      D     A     B-     D             A     D  
need this for the rest of my    li.........fe                          but I know
 G#      F#                            -E      D      C#  
 D                        C#         D-  C#      B  A  B  A  
                                                                              D  
              F#-          D             A              B-     D          A     D     E7  
that I'll need this... ...the rest of my life                  oh but I'll
                                                                 o  o
 F#-    D      A            B-                 D             A      D  E7  
nee....d this you know that I'll nee....d this
  F#-             D            A                B-                     D  
what have I done what lies I have told I've played games with the ones that
                                                                     F#      E                    C#  
                                                                     C#                         A  
 A              D          E7         F#-             D                     A                B-  
rescued my soul oh have  I come to the point where I'm losing the grip or
              (oh      but I'll  neeeee...................d this)
 C#         D  
 A          B    F#  
                F#         G#  A  
          D                                 F#-                 B-_  
is it still time to get into the      swing of things
I'VE BEEN LOSING YOU
D5  
              D-                      G/D                      D-                  A-  
it wasn't rain that washed away rinsed out the colours of your eyes
                 F                     C                     D-                      G  
putting the gun down on the bedside table I must have realized
                    D-                      G/D                                    D-  
it wasn't the rain that made no difference and I could have sworn it
          A-                    F                  C  
wasn't me  yet I did it all so coldly almost slowly
                                                  o--------d
  D-                        G     A                 F                         G  
plain for all to see         oh c'mon please now      talk to me
                                                            (aaah!)
                                      D  
 C            G                         D4    D    F                    &n