#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Return-Path: Date: Mon, 29 Aug 94 01:14:16 EDT To: guitar@nevada.edu Subject: Elvis_Costello/I'llWearItProudly.crd Organization: Princeton University I'll Wear It Proudly Elvis Costello Transcribed by phillip@phoenix.princeton.edu D I hate these flaming curtains A They're not the color of your hair G I hate these striplights D They're not so undoing as your stare D I hate the buttons on your shirt G When all I want to do is tear G I hate this bloody big bed of mine A When you're not here D D/C# Bm G Well I finally found someone to turn me upside down D F#m A And nail my feet up where my head should be D D/C# Bm G If they had a King of Fools then I could wear that crown D And you can all die laughing F#m D Cos I'll wear it proudly Organ (2 times) -|--5--3--2-----------5--3----2--------------------------------------| -|-----------5--3----------------------------------------------------| -|-------------------------------4-----------------------------------| -|-------------------------------------------------------------------| -|-------------------------------------------------------------------| -|-------------------------------------------------------------------| Well you semm to be shivering dear And the room is awfully warm In the white and scarlet billows That subside beyond the storm You have this expression dear No words could take its place And I wear it like a badge That you put all over my face Chorus A I'll wear it proudly G D Through the dives and the dancehalls A If you'll wear it proudly G D Through the snakepits and catcalls A G Like a fifteen year old kid D Bm Wears a vampire kiss G If you don't know what is wrong with me A Then you don't know what you've missed We are arms and legs Wrapped round more than my memory tonight When the bell rang out And the air turned blue from fright But in shameless moments You made more of me than just a mess And a handful of eagerness Says "What do you suggest?" Chorus