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Date: Wed, 08 Jan 1997 23:32:49 -0800
From: David Petroff
Subject: Chords: What You Got by The Blackers
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>From the album More Than We Were Before
Words by Jim Lauzon
Music by Jim Lauzon
Verse I:
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There was once a bunch of monks who spent some months blowin their
chunks
Into a silver bowl
/
Til some tiny Asian put a termination to that situation & now
celebration
Is just about their only goal
But here in the backwoods we ve been clearly shown
That wisdom grows best when it s left alone
So don t wait on the doorstep baby go on in
& don t sing me songs about the cold cold wind
As you hurry to hide your gloves
Chorus:
La la la la la la love
La la la la la la love
Sit back & savour the red
Your future ain t over just yet
No so shut up & take what you can get
Verse II:
You always take us for the fakest fools that s our status
In your world where pathos defines the true
You d like to be mistook for an urban peasant or a farmer
In your little drama nobody d be so fine as you
But you re weighed down by achin need
You might think that you re raggin me
But as far as I can see
There ain t no sense to your agony
So why do you make it out to be so rough?
Chorus:
La la la la la la la love
La la la la la la la love
Sit back & savour the red
Don t worry about what it was that you said
No, just shut up & take what you can get
Verse III:
You ve always claimed to be among the maimed society s shamed
Bent bound & framed in the sin you wade in
So what if you scorched your fortune well I still don t think torture s
Somethin worth simulatin
You re constantly mismatchin
The disease that you got with the one that you re catchin
You can t keep goin around scratchin
Anybody who wasn t exactly how you d imagined
Your situations babe are the kind that dogs dream of
Chorus:
La la la la la la la love
La la la la la la la love
Sit back & savour the red
Your future ain t over just yet
So don t worry about what it was that you said
No, just shut up & take what you can get
Verse IV:
Princess of the plebs & the paupers hailing from some other
World where you wouldn t have to deny her
Inflence & your flight from wealth but babe you gotta be yourself
Not just someone you happen to admire
Your biggest mistake
Is the way that you hesitate
You couldn t expect me to wait
For you to finally rise up & wake
& wonder what it was you were dreaming of
Chorus:
La la la la la la la love
La la la la la la la love
Sit back & savour the red
Don t worry about what it was that you said
Your future ain t over just yet
No so shut up & take what you can get
