Sunday, 10 November 2013

Rose


Rose
(words & music by Chris Stanley)

 
v1
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
v2
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
c1
 
 
 
v3
 
 
 
 
 
 
c2
 
m1
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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c3
F#m                                         B                                           C#m                                       F#m
Rose left the station with nothing at all but her clothes and the scars on her wrists
She was hungry and cold and dressed like a doll
A photograph clenched in her fist
                                C#m      F#m            C#m                  F#m
And she was on her own, she was on her own
        B                                          F#m
And I took her home in the back of my car
                G#                          A                             B
‘Cause I had a room and she had my heart
 
She married my brother the first week in May and bore him two kids in July
They rented a house out on Nevergreen Way
And spent all their money on wine
And they argued, Lord how they argued
And I watched them fight and I hoped they would part
‘Cause I had a room and she had my heart
 
                B                   F#m                                 B                   F#m
In my dreams I am falling down, in my dreams I am falling down
                D                             E   F#m                              E        D         F#m
In my dreams I don’t know who I am and that’s not right
 
Rose got a job waiting tables at night and I stopped in after work
We got angry and drunk and we started to fight
Then she kissed me and I lifted her skirt
And she wanted me, she said she wanted me
And I should have left little Rose in the dark
But I had a room and she had my heart
 
Chorus
D                                                                                             F#m                       E
Rose left her kids with a note on the back of the photo
D                                                                                             F#m                       E
Moved into my room, laid down on my bed and oh
       B                          F#m                        B                            F#m
But Rose wouldn’t talk to me, little Rose couldn’t look at me
                D                             E    F#m                                E     D                                          F#m
‘Cause Rose wanted something from me and it’s not love – not this time
 
Rose loved her kids, called them Bucket and Spade and tattooed their names on her heart
But she hid behind doors ‘cause she was afraid
Of a man she’d loved in the past
And he was coming, she said he’s coming
And I called her a cheat, and I called her a liar
‘Cause not that she’s mind there’s no room in my heart
 
In my dreams I have fallen down
In my dreams I have fallen down
In my dreams I don’t like who I am
And that’s not right
A             E              D
That’s not all right
                F#m   E                  D                             D – E – F#m
No, no that’s – that’s not right

 

 

 

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