Mr Cynthia by Cathal Coughlan (North Sea Scrolls)
From the 2012 The North Sea Scrolls album. Written by Cathal Coughlan.
INTRO
[Am]
VERSE 1
Gin home [Am] made, cats unspayed, life decaying
Sylvan [Dm] house, police box at the [Bb] gates
[Dm] Friends allowed to [Gm6] stay by the [Am] Lord Protector’s grace
But they [Fm] must be out by [Am] eight
VERSE 2
Painted [Am] tusks, Portuguese menorahs
One-string [Dm] harps, some Burmese temple [Bb] bells
He [Dm] used his starry [Gm6] spell, art revo [Am] lution to foretell
In [Fm] ditties sung live from ho [Am] tels
CHORUS 1
[Eb] Sing us a song, Mr. [Bb] Cynthia
Rocks [Cm] rain on the dank rooftop [Fm6] slates
Local [Cm] kids just want a [Gm] chase
Through the [Eb] big iron [Bb] gates
Through [F] which they a [Ab] lone can e [F] scape [Em7]
VERSE 3
Photo [Am] graphs taken some years previous
Show him [Dm] in a delegation still [Bb] sleek
In Rho [Dm] desia and Be [Gm6] lize, plaques and [Am] handshakes with dignitaries
Led by [Fm] Minister Sir Joseph [Am] Meek
CHORUS 2
[Eb] Sing for your board, Mr. [Bb] Cynthia
With this [Cm] house band so tuneless and [Fm6] lame
As for the [Cm] last time you’re [Gm] named
Next to this [Eb] woman you’ve [Bb] shamed
With your [F] bafflegab and [Ab] Wardour Street [F] trade [B7]
INTERLUDE
At the [F] heart of all photos is [Dm/B] Cynthia
She’s ac [Bb] cepting a bouquet or [Em6] ten [Bm]
A [F] national treasure, that’s [Bdim] Cynthia
Pro [Edim] tectorate Sweetheart, now quoted at length
[Edim] Her blossoms of blunt common [D] sense
VERSE 4
Cameras [Am] rolled, the show unsold, the Ritz deserted
In their [Dm] new songs he took no part at [Bb] all
Witch [Dm] finder Aspi [Gm6] nall pressed o [Am] ne temple to the wall
And [Fm] smiled at him, ap [Am] palled