Chord Gitar dan Lirik Lagu Ella’s In The Band Oleh The Fratellis

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Ella’s in the Band – The Fratellis

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Tabbed by: Rapitinui
Email: rapitinui@gmail.com

Tuning: E A D G B e (standard)
Transcribed from “Edgy in Brixton” DVD, 2007

Strum throughout, shuffle rhythm.

Intro (repeat four times)

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A|-2-------2---2---|-2----0----2---||
E|-0-----------0---|-----------0---||

Verse

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Baby’s in the kitchen on the big black trombone

I’m in the bedroom on the cursed phone

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Everybody laughs when the band goes too slow
Meeting every Tuesday in a club in Soho
I’m just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza

Paul’s in the hall with the bedroom plaything

He’s wishing he could give her a damn good thrashing

Everybody cries, “Well, good for you, Paul!
We never liked her very much at all.”
I’m just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza

Chorus

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I’m just waiting on magic shoes, got three wee chords, and I just can’t lose
I’m just finding my own way there, I lost my voice and I grew my hair

Verse
Well, brother John’s long gone, keeps his nose clean

He’s sucking on a black and white TV screen

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Well, he says he got a girl and a paper memory
Pictures on the wall and a dog named Henry
I’m just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza.

Well, Ella’s in the band but she’s always solo

She’s dressed in rags and covered in dayglo

Banging on the drums like a big white throwback
Screaming all the while at her husband, poor Jack!
I’m just dreaming of Rockefeller Plaza

Chorus
Well I’m just waiting on pigs to fly
Got cold dead brains and a reason why
I just better move half as slow
As be your dog and your one man show

Break (played twice)
(repeat three times)

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Chorus
I’m just waiting on magic shoes
Got three wee chords, and I just can’t lose
I’m just finding my own way there
Oh I lost my voice and I grew my hair
I’m just waiting on pigs to fly
Got cold dead brains and a reason why
If I just didn’t move half as slow
I’d be your dog and your one man show