Gale Force Wind by Microdisney

From Microdisney’s 1988 39 Minutes album. Written by Cathal Coughlan and Sean O’Hagan. Capo on 3rd fret.

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INTRO

[C] [Bm7] [Am7] [G] (x2)

VERSE 1

He has [Em7] nothing but a [C] can of [G] beer
Two [Em7] crutches and the [C] soot from the [G] air
And nights of [Em7] soaking in the [C] city’s [G] drains
[F] He hates the rich but he [Am7] hates in [G] vain

VERSE 2

If a [Em7] power was to [C] lift him [G] up
Make him [Em7] rich, would he ad [C] mit it was [G] luck
Or say he’d [Em7] earned it, and claim a [C] state of [G] grace
[F] Just like the rich in this [Am7] hateful [G] place

CHORUS 1

[G] What the hell is [C] wrong with [G] you?
You [Am7] long to lord it like the [D7] rich folks [G] do
As [G] you command me from the [C] depths of [G] gin
To [Am7] walk a tightrope in a [D7sus4] gale force [G] wind
[Am7] Walk a tightrope in a [D7sus4] gale force [G] wind

VERSE 3

I saw a [Em7] dead man in the [C] street to [G] day
And he’ll stay [Em7] there because he [C] never [G] paid
He was a [Em7] stranger who would [C] not go [G] home
[F] Blinded by sun on the [Am7] streets of [G] gold

CHORUS 1

[G] What the hell is [C] wrong with [G] you?
You [Am7] long to lord it like the [D7] rich folks [G] do
As [G] you command me from the [C] depths of [G] gin
To [Am7] walk a tightrope in a [D7sus4] gale force [G] wind
[Am7] Walk a tightrope in a [D7sus4] gale force [G] wind

INTERLUDE

[A] [Bm7] [E6] (x4)

CHORUS 2

[A] Mother Mother won’t you [D] dry my [A] eyes
[Bm7] Doctor says that I will [E7sus4] have to [A] die
I [A] went with someone and I [D] woke to [A] find
I’m [Bm7] now subhuman and I [E7sus4] don’t know [A] why
I’m [Bm7] now subhuman and I [E7sus4] don’t know [A] why

VERSE 4

[Em7] Nothing is what you’ll [C] hear from [G] me
When they [Em7] ground me and spat me [C] back on the [G] streets
Will I be [Em7] sorry I chose re [C] ali [G] ty
[F] Instead of half-wit ro [Am7] mance and [G] greed?

CHORUS 3

[G] Go apart, go [C] right, go [G] straight
And [Am7] watch your friends become the [D7sus4] kind you [G] hate
And [G] face distinction with a [C] sheepish [G] nod
[Am7] Twilight of the [D7sus4] under [G] dog

CHORUS 4

[G] What the hell is [C] wrong with [G] you?
You [Am7] laugh and murder like the [D7sus4] rich folks [G] do
You can [G] no more stop them in the [C] state I’m [G] in
Than I can [Am7] walk a tightrope in a [D7sus4] gale force [G] wind

[G] [C] [G] [Am7] [D7sus4] [G]

OUTRO/FADE

With [G] no change whatso [C] ever [G] [Am7] [D7sus4] [G]
By [G] night I just at [C] tacked my [G] self [Am7] (I don’t [D7sus4] count) [G]
[G] With no change whatso [C] ever [G] [Am7] [D7sus4] [G]