Brilliant Mistake

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Date: Mon, 29 Aug 94 01:10:35 EDT
To: guitar@nevada.edu
Subject: CRD:Brilliant Mistake, Elvis Costello
Organization: Princeton University

In article <1994Aug29.050641.21114@Princeton.EDU> you write:
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>SONG: Brilliant Mistake
>Elvis Costello
>Transcribed by phillip@phoenix.princeton.edu
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>Intro
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>He thought he was the King of America
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>Where they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine
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>Now I try hard not to become hysterical
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>But I'm not sure if I am laughing or crying
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>I wish that I could push a button
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>And talk in the past and not the present tense
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 C
>And watch this hurtin' feeling disappear
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 Em
>Like it was common sense
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 C
>It was a fine idea at the time
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>Now it's a brilliant mistake
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 Am 
 G/B 
 C  
 G 
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 G/
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>She said that she was working for the ABC News
>It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use
>Her perfume was unspeakable
>It lingered in the air
>Like her artificial laughter
>Her mementos of affairs
>"Oh" I said "I see you know him"
>"Isn't that very fortunate for you"
>And she showed me his calling card
>He came third or fourth and there were more than one or two
>He was a fine idea at the time
>Now he's a brilliant mistake
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>He thought he was the King of America
>But it was just a boulevard of broken dreams
>A trick they do with mirrors and with chemicals
>The words of love in whispers
>And the axe of love in screams
>I wish that I could push a button
>And talk in the past and not the present tense
>And watch this lovin' feeling disappear
>Like it was common sense
>I was a fine idea at the time
>Now I'm a brilliant mistake
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