A Down And Dusky Blonde

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Finally, an easy one.

C F C F C F C F

C                       C
   I fried my head, I'm not a brunette
      F              C
I'm a down and dusky blonde
     F           C
I am living in a tree
       F            C
When I lie in bed I see
          F                C                G   
Beyond my lover's head the moon, I hear the rain

C                C
  I am conscious of my voice 
     F              C
as a tool it's more demure
          F                  C
Than your friend the singing queen
         F            C
With her matinee good looks
               F              C
She talks like talking from a book
            F              C              G
I speak the language of my village, of my street

F                         C
  But I need a friend and I choose you
       F             C
I tell you the way I feel
             F               C
The truth is crushing like a heel
       F                   C                G 
I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too

C                    C
    Tell me tales of punk rockin' girls
       F               C
It's a dim and distant page
      F               C
But I mostly blame my age
            F              C            G
Please make allowances for me. I do not see. 

C                    C
    It's a drag that you're getting old
          F               C
I love to think about the year
        F                  C
When we sobbed and then we cheered
         F               C
The town deserted like a film
     F              C
Your torso crushing me
         F               C               G
Into the country and the tunnels and the fields

F                         C
  But I need a friend and I choose you
       F             C
I tell you the way I feel
             F               C
The truth is crushing like a heel
       F                   C                G 
I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too

C C F C F C F C F C F C G  (same as verse)
C C F C F C F C F C F C G

C                   C
    I read a book a day like an apple
F             C
But I did not eat
           F              C
And so the doctor came to me
          F              C
He said a woman does not live
       F            C                    G
By the printed word forgive yourself and eat

C               C
    Autumn sped along outside
      F              C
Trick photography on speed
      F               C
I was locked inside a room
            F                C
They made a deal, they would control
           F                  C             G
The simple things like bodies but I kept my soul

F                        C
   When I needed someone I chose you
            F              C
Because the fledgling soul awakes
           F           C
And on the balcony she quakes
           F               C
And she is waiting for the sign
             F                C
And when the brother does not come
             F                 C                  G
And when the sister's much too young, she chooses you


The little riff at the end of the verses is this or a variation
-3-5-7-5-3-7-(8)-------------------|
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-4-5-7-5-4-7-(9)-------------------|
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He doesn’t usually play the last one, but goes back to the verse C.