Payday Evening

      
   A      Bm7      E13      E9
                                               | A / Bm7 A | E13 / E9 / | A / Bm7 A | E13 / E9 / | 
Of late I try to kill my payday evenings       | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
In many an unrecommended spot                  | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
Curiosity accounting for a little              | D /  /  / | D  /  /  / | F /  /  / | F  /  /  / | 
Loneliness accounting for a lot                | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
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The girls who pull the handles force their     | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
The casual conversation's not the best         | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
Indifference accounting for a little           | D /  /  / | D  /  /  / | F /  /  / | F  /  /  / | 
Unhappiness accounting for the rest            | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 A | 
                                               
  And the gardens of the heyday in Versailles  | G /  /  / | G  /  /  / | C /  /  / | C  /  /  / | 
  And Pompadour's theatre in the stairs        | G /  /  / | G  /  /  / | D /  /  / | D  /  /  / | 
  Should be created in my magic eye            |Em /  /  / | Em /  /  / | A /  /  / | A  /  /  / | 
   From a jukebox and a stack of canvas chairs | F /  /  / | F  /  /  / | E /  /  / | E9 /  /  / | 
                                               
But somehow we have failed to come through     | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
The styles are gone to seed, no more parades   | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
There seems to be no talk of me and you        | D /  /  / | D  /  /  / | F /  /  / | F  /  /  / | 
No breath of scandal in these sad arcades      | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 A | 
                                               
  Concerning us there are no fables            | G /  /  / | G  /  /  / | C /  /  / | C  /  /  / | 
  No brilliant poems airily discarded          | G /  /  / | G  /  /  / | D /  /  / | D  /  /  / | 
  Just liquid circles on formica tables        |Em /  /  / | Em /  /  / | A /  /  / | A  /  /  / | 
  A silence perhaps too closely guarded        | F /  /  / | F  /  /  / | E /  /  / | E9 /  /  / | 
                                               
Outside a junkie tries to sell his girl        | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
Her face has just begun to come apart          | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
Look hard and you can see the edges curl       | D /  /  / | D  /  /  / | F /  /  / | F  /  /  / | 
Speed has got her beaten at the start          | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
                                               
And what care these two for a broken heart?    | F /  /  / | F  /  /  / | E /  /  / | E9 /  /  / | 
                                               
The lady's calling Time and she is right       | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
My time has come to find a better way          | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
A surer way to navigate at night               | D /  /  / | D  /  /  / | F /  /  / | F  /  /  / | 
The poetic age has had its day                 | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
                                               
In midnight voices softer than a dove's        | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | 
We shall talk superbly of our lost loves       | D /  /  / | D  /  /  / | F /  /  / | F  /  /  / | 
We shall talk superbly                         | D /  /  / | D  /  /  / | F /  /  / | F  /  /  / | 
Of our lost loves                              | A /  /  / | E13 / E9 / | A /  /  / | A  /  /  / | 

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