Mark Knopfler - Kill to Get Crimson Album Tab
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1 - True Love Will Never Fade
Tuning: Standart
Capo: No
C / F / Dm / G
C / F / Dm / G
C F
True love will never fade
Dm G
True love will never fade
C F
True love will never fade
Dm G
True love will never fade
C
True love will never fade
F
I wonder if there's no forever
C
No walking hand in hand
Dm G
Down a yellow brick road
C
To never never land
F
These days I get to where I'm going
C
Make it there eventually
Dm G
Follow the trail of breadcrumbs
F G
To where I'm meant to be
C
To where I'm meant to be
F
I don't know what brought you to me
C
That was up to you
Dm G
There's so many come to see me
C
Who want their own tattoo
F
I fixed a needle in a holder
C
Laid my hand upon your spine
Dm G
And there upon your shoulder
C
I drew the picture as your sign
Dm G
When I think about us
C Am
I see the picture that we made
F G
The picture to remind us
F G
True love will never fade
C F
True love will never fade
Dm G
True love will never fade
C
True love will never fade
C / F / F / C / C / Dm / G / C
F
I worked the rowdies and daytrippers
C
Now and then I think of you
Dm G
Any which way we're all shufflin'
C
Forward in the queue
F
They like to move my operation
C
They like to get me off the pier
Dm G
And I dream I'm on a steamer
C
Pullin' out of here
Dm G
When I think about us
C Am
I see a picture that we made
F G
The picture to remind us
F G
True love will never fade
C F
True love will never fade
Dm G
True love will never fade
C F
True love will never fade
Dm G
True love will never fade
C F
True love will never fade
Dm / G / C / F / Dm / G
C / F / Dm / G
C / F / Dm / G
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2 - Scaffolder's Wife
Tuning: Standart
Capo: 3
C7add11 [x33310]
Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
D / Am / D / Am
C7add11
The scaffolder’s wife
C
driving out of the yard
F
with a face that’s as hard
C
as a scaffolder’s bar -
G
when she goes into town
E
she might take the top down
Am D Am
on the car
C7add11
The quick little steps
C
in the stiletto boots
F
and the hair with the roots
C
She comes in as a rule
G
to get the nails done
E
and the tan for the sun
Am D Am
when the kids are in school
F
Don’t begrudge her the Merc
G
it’s been nothing but work
C C/B Am
and a hard life
Am/G F
Losing her looks
G
over company books
F
- the scaffolder’s wife
C / Dm / C / Gm
C / F / C / G
E / Am / D / Am
C7add11
In the wicked old days
C
when they went it alone
F
kept the company going
C
on a wing and a prayer
G
They don’t pay what they owe
E
when they have the cash flow
Am D Am
- they don’t care
F
Don’t begrudge her the Merc
G
it’s been nothing but work
C C/B Am
and a hard life
Am/G F
Losing her looks
G
over company books
F C Dm C
- the scaffolder’s wife
F C Dm C
the scaffolder’s wife
F / C / Dm / C
F / C / Dm / C
Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
D / Am / Am
Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
D / Am / Am
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3 - The Fizzy and the Still
Tuning: Standart
Capo: 3
Esus4 [022200]
E / Esus4 / Em / A
E / Esus4 / Em / A
E Esus4 Em
Sunday morning, here we are
A
The boy’s come home
E
not quite the movie star
E Esus4 Em
He’s been in Hollywood
A
The boy’s come home
E
The boy’s done good
B D A
He says she asked too high a price
E
neglecting to declare
B D A Am
what sits between them there on ice,
Am Am/F#
chilled, with the fizzy and the still:
E
he tried but didn’t make it there
A A E
It’s not for me
A
It’s not for me
E / Esus4 / Em / A / A
E / F#m / G / A / E
B D A
He says she asked too high a price
E
neglecting to declare
B D A Am
what sits between them there on ice,
Am Am/F#
chilled, with the fizzy and the still:
E
he tried but didn’t make it there
A A E
It’s not for me
A
It’s not for me
E Esus4 Em
Sunday papers, here we are
A A E Emsus4 Em
The boy’s come home
A
The boy’s come home
E / Esus4 / Em / A / A
E / F#m / G / A / A / E
E / F#m / G / A / A / E
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4 - Heart Full of Holes
Tuning: Standart
Capo 4
Aaug [x4322x]
G/C [x30003]
C / G/C / F / G
C / G/C / F / G
C F
You can tell me your troubles
G C
I’ll listen for free
C F F G
My regulars trust me, it seems
C F
You can come and see Uncle
G C
to get through the week
F G
leave your pledges with me to redeem
C F
Some folk sell their bodies
G C
for ten bob a go
C F F G
Politicians go pawning their souls
C F
Which doesn’t make me
G C
look too bad, don’t you know
F G
me, with my heart full of holes
Dm Aaug
All my yesterdays broken
F/C Aaug Dm
a watch with no face
F/C Dm/B
all battered and old
Dm Aaug
Bits of the movement
F/C Dm/B A#
all over the place
G
and a heart full of holes
C G/C
A heart full of holes
F G
a heart full of holes
C G/C
a heart full of holes
F G
a heart full of holes
C F
Brass knuckles and banjos
G C
are out on the town
C
at the knees-up
F F G
in Teddy Boys’ Row
C F
The gold block and tackle
G C
tells the time upside down
F G
Rock n’ roll - well, I don’t know
Dm Aaug
Dead people’s wedding gifts
F/C Aaug
walk out the door
Dm F/C Dm/B
A clarinet squeals to be free
Dm Aaug
Accordions hop
F/C Dm/B
from the shelves to the floor -
A# G
start playing their polkas to me
Dm / F / G / Dm / G / F / G
Dm / F / G / Dm / G / F / G
C F
There’s a ringing of bells
G C
a dunderhead’s curse
C F F G
Fingers are pointing at you
C F
And you take work in hell
G C
and be glad it’s not worse
F G
and you get to the back of the queue
Dm Aaug
Handcuffs and hunting knives
F/C Aaug
clang on the bars
Dm F/C Dm/B
Air pistols shoot out the lights
Dm Aaug
I’ve a whole Wailing Wall
F/C Dm/B
of electric guitars
A# G
could shatter the windows
down Brick Lane tonight
C F
If one of us dies, love
G C
I think I’ll retire
C F F G
see my boys and my beautiful girls
C F
A Garden of Eden
G C
no gates or barbed wire
F G
who knows, maybe gates made of pearls
C F
Well, if we go to heaven
G C
and some say we don’t
C F F G
but if there’s a reckoning day
C F
please God, I’ll see you
G C
and maybe I won’t
F G
I’ve a bag packed to go either way
C / G/C / F / G
C / G/C / F / G
C F
Redeeming your pledge, dear
G C
I’ll keep it for you
C F F G
It’s not going to go anywhere
C F
But your soul, your soul
G C
that is not what I do
F G
There’s not a lot I can do there
Dm Aaug F/C
I remember the officer’s watch
Aaug
in my hand:
Dm F/C Dm/B
'Repair it or die' I was told
Dm Aaug
It’s a wonder to me -
F/C Dm/B
I still don’t understand
A# G
why I ever survived to be old
C G/C
with a heart full of holes
F G
A heart full of holes
C G/C
A heart full of holes
F G
A heart full of holes
C G/C
A heart full of holes
F G
A heart full of holes
C G/C
A heart full of holes
F G
A heart full of holes
Dm / F / G / Dm / G / F / G
Dm / F / G / Dm / G / F / G
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5 - We Can Get Wild
Tuning: Standart
Capo 2
Am
Am C F
We're old enough for leaving home,
Am
The old joanna and the old trombone,
C F
It's all going on,
C
I'm growing my sideboards long,
Am F
Hey you and me can
C
be who we want to be.
Am F
Listen now right here,
C
It's going to be a beautiful year.
Am
C F
Calling it a teenage scene
Am
And I have a dream,
C F
Don't know if I'll be a star
C
I'm going to play guitar
Am F
I've seen this rocking cat
C
I want to be just like that.
Am F
Listen now right here
C
It's going to be a beautiful year
Am F
F C F
Hey look at you baby,
C F
Tell your daddy you're no child
C A#
Look at you baby
Am
We can get wild.
Am
Oh yeah
Am
C F
We'll be on our own
Billy Fury on the gramophone
Am C F
Take you to the pictures and a dance
C
In my drainpipe pants
Am F
Check the mirror and the old DA
C
And "You can play in a day"
Am F
Listen now right here
C
It's going to be a beautiful year
Am F
F C F
Hey look at you baby
C F
Tell your daddy you're no child
C A#
Hey look at you baby
Am
We can get wild
Am F
F C F
Hey look at you baby
C F
Tell your daddy you're no child
C A#
Hey look at you baby
Am
We can get wild
Am
We can get wild
Am
Get wild
Am
Get wild
Am
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6 - Secondary Waltz
Tuning: Standart
Capo: 3
A / A / D / A
A / E / A
A D A
The school Christmas party is coming
D
Ain't doing rugby no more
E A F#m
McIntyre's teaching us waltzing
A D A D
Out on the gymnasium floor
A D A
Out on the gymnasium floor
D A
McIntyre's out of the army
D
You'll be slippered if you get it wrong
E A F#m
McIntyre's din booms loud in the gym
A D A D
But we've only got our little shorts on
A D A
But we've only got our little shorts on.
D A
And it's one two three, two two,we're all a disgrace
D
McIntyre's tore us apart
A D
And we danced with ourselves, when we'd all found a space
A D A D
Waltzing with fear in our hearts
A D A
Waltzing with fear in our hearts.
A / A / D / A
A / E / A
A D A
Comes the day of the final manoeuvres,
D
all of our heads are a whirl
E A F#m
It's getting much closer to D day
A D A D
This time we're goina do it with girls
A D A
This time we're goina do it with girls.
A D A
In the arena the ladies are waiting
D
A twelve year old partner to guide
E A F#m
Some matches were fixed, the rest of us we mixed
A D A D
And a fat girl got left on the side
A D A
A fat girl got left on the side.
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D A
And it's one two three, two two,we're all a disgrace
D
McIntyre tore us apart
A D
And we danced with ourselves, when we'd all found a space
A D A D
Waltzing with fear in our hearts
A D A
Waltzing with fear in our hearts.
A / A / D / A
A / E / A
D A
When you come to my fights, and I am under the lights
D
And you see that my footwork is false
A D
Don't count me out, the start of the bout
A D A D
I'm just doing the secondary waltz
A D A
Doing the secondary waltz.
A / A / D / A
A / E / A
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7 - Punish The Monkey
Tuning: Standart
Capo: No
Dm
Dm
They’re driving long nails into coffins
You’ve been having sleepless nights
You’ve gone as quiet as a church mouse
and checking on your rights
A#
The boss has hung you out to dry
A
And it looks as though
Dm A# Am Bm
they’ll punish the monkey
Dm
and let the organ grinder go
Dm
A# A Dm A#
You’ve been talking to a lawyer
Dm A#
Are you going to to pretend
A Dm A#
that you and your employer
A A#
are still the best of friends?
A Dm A#
Somebody’s going to take the fall
A
There’s your quid pro quo
Dm A# Gm C
They’ll punish the monkey
Dm A# Gm C
punish the monkey
Dm A# Am Gm
punish the monkey
Dm
and let the organ grinder go
F A# F
Here comes a policeman
A# F
He won’t be sidetracked
A# C
He’s asking about a smoking gun
Dm A# A A
He’s after the facts
A# / A / Dm / A# / Dm / A#
A / Dm / A# / A / A# / A
Dm / A# / A / Dm / A# / Am / Gm
Dm
A# A Dm A#
It’s a quiet life from here on in
Dm A#
You’ve dropped your poison cup
A Dm A#
The telephone is ringing
A A#
But you’re not picking up
A Dm A#
Time’s up, Sir Lord Flunkey
A
And everybody knows
Dm A# Gm C
punish the monkey
Dm A# Gm C
punish the monkey
Dm A# Am Gm
punish the monkey
Dm
and let the organ grinder go
Dm A# Gm C
punish the monkey
Dm A# Gm C
punish the monkey
Dm A# Am Gm
punish the monkey
Dm
and let the organ grinder go
Dm
punish the monkey
Dm
punish the monkey
Dm
punish the monkey
Dm
punish the monkey
Dm
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8 - Let It All Go
Tuning: Standart
Capo: No
D / C / G / D
D / C / G / D
D C
When it’s pop goes the weasel
G D
let go of the easel
D
You don’t want
C G D
this rickety rackety life
D C
It’s seat of the trousers
G D
It’s all sink or swim, son
C
I’d kill to get crimson
G D
on this palette knife
Em
And I’d steal in a minute
C
I’m up to here in it
Em
You here behaving
Bm C Bm
as though I’m a saint
D C
Get a job with a pension
G D
Don’t ever mention
C
you once had a craving
G D
for the brushes and paint
D C Em
So go, forget it, let it all go
D G
let it all go
D C C D
Go, forget it, let it all go
C Em
Go, forget it, let it all go
D G
let it all go
D C
Go, forget it, let it all go
Bm
Let it all go
D / C / G / D
D / C / G / D
D C
A hack writer judges
G D
my swipes and my smudges
D C
he doesn’t like pictures
G D
with blotches and blots
D C
The drawing room tea set
G D
wants horses, sunsets
C
sweet nothings -
G D
the seaside with yachts
Em
Here’s the end of the thirties
C
no time for arties
Em
over in Poland
Bm C Bm
a right old to-do
D C
So go join the navy
G D
the air force or the army
C
They’ll all be enrolling
G D
young fellows like you
D C Em
So go, forget it, let it all go
D G
let it all go
D C C D
Go, forget it, let it all go
C Em
Go, forget it, let it all go
D G
let it all go
D C
Go, forget it, let it all go
Bm
Let it all go
D / C / G / D
D / C / G / D
D C G
These are not my decisions
D
flaming visions
C
ringing expressions
G D
the clamouring voice
D C
It’s volcanic desire
G D
the unquenchable fire
C
It isn’t a question
G D
of having the choice
Em
Anyway, now I’m old
C
but if you won’t be told
Em
if you’ve been created
Bm C Bm
to answer the call
D C
all passion and lust
G D
is going to end in the dust
D
but you’ll hang on some
C G D
government gallery wall
D C Em
You must go, forget it, let it all go
D G
let it all go
D C C D
Go, forget it, let it all go
C Em
Go, forget it, let it all go
D G
let it all go
D C
Go, forget it, let it all go
Bm
Let it all go
D / C / G / D
D / C / G / D
D
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9 - Behind With The Rent
Tuning: Standart
Capo: No
Am / G F /
C / G F /
F G C F /
Dm Am F G /
Am
Am
This didn’t used to be me, old boy
This isn’t what I’d want
pulling old night fighters
in a restaurant
Am
There’s smoke and flames behind me
where the self-respect all went
C Am F
and I’m behind, behind
Am
with the rent
Am
I’ve been stitched up like a kipper, old son
but I won’t be again
Hell hath no fury
Oh, I’m like a lot of men
Am
Now I’m stalking this old Doris
with lascivious intent
C Am F
and I’m behind, behind
Am
with the rent
Am G F C
Just a little duck and dive
G F
and a bit of wheel and deal
F G C F
She’ll remind me I’m alive
Dm Am F G
She’ll remind me I still feel
Am G F C
Just a little shelling out
G F
for a bit of you-know-what
F G C F
I know this is all about
Dm Am F G
something that I never got
Am
C / Am / F / Am
Am
Well this crumpet’s past it’s sell-by-date
but they all would qualify
They’re going to be lonely
and be happy to comply
She knows that I’m a chancer
coming on like a gent
C Am F
but I’m behind, behind
Am
with the rent
C Am F
Yes, I’m behind, behind
Am
with the rent
Am
C / Am / F / Am
C / Am / F / Am
Am
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10 - The Fish and the Bird
Tuning: Standart
Capo: 3
Em / A / G D / A / A
Em / G D / A
A Em
When I gave my heart
A
to a tinker boy
G D A
he said a fish could love a swallow
A Em
And I will go with my travelling man
G D A
Wherever he goes I will follow
Em
He will mend
A
your pots and pans
G D A
Your kitchen knives he’ll take and sharpen
A Em
Then I’ll be gone with my travelling man
G D A
and never more your doorway darken
G D / Dm C / Cm G / A
G D / Dm C / Cm G / Bm
A
Em
The fish and the bird
A
who fall in love
G D A
will find no place to build a home in
A Em
The fish and the bird who fall in love
G D A
are bound forever to go roaming
G D A
bound forever to go roaming
G D / Dm C / Cm G / A
G D / Dm C / Cm G / Bm
A
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11 - Madame's Geneva
Tuning: Standart
Capo: 2
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am
Am G Am
I’m a maker of ballads right pretty
Am G Am
I write them right here in the street
C G F
You can buy them all over the city
F E Am
yours for a penny a sheet
Am G Am
I’m a word pecker out of the printers
Am G Am
Out of the Damsel Gin lane
C G F
I’ll write up a scene on a counter
F E Am G
- confessions and sins in the main, boys
F G Am
confessions and sins in the main
C F G C
Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s
F C G
keeping the demons at bay
G7 C Am Dm
There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in
G E Am
but they’ll always be back on a hanging day
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am
Am G Am
They come rattling over the cobbles
Am G Am
they sit on their coffins of black
C G F
Some are struck dumb, some gabble
F E Am
top-heavy on brandy or sec
Am G Am
The pews are all full of fine fellows
Am G Am
and the hawker has set up her shop
C G F
As they’re turning them off at the gallows
F E Am G
she’ll be selling right under the drop, boys
F G Am
selling right under the drop
C F G C
Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s
F C G
keeping the demons at bay
G7 C Am Dm
There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in
G E Am
but they’ll always be back on a hanging day
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am
E
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12 - In The Sky
Tuning: Standart
Capo: 3
Dsus2 [x00230]
G7M [3x0002]
D / G / D / G / A
D / G / D / G / A
D G D G A D
Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer
D G D G D Dsus2 D
You’ve been away roaming far away from here
D G D G A D
weathered a storm, your heart unafraid
D G D G A D
crossed every ocean in the boat that you made
D G D G A D
Been blowing your horn, scaring the spooks
D G D G D A D
No crotchets or quavers in your books
D G D G A D
Gone sailing all night, straight in the vein
D G D G A D G7M
like a bird on his own flight in his domain in the sky
D G7M
in the sky
D / A / G / A / A / D
D G D G A D
Running in on the tide with the first of the stars
D G D G D Dsus2 D
the moon on the water and the sound of guitars
D G D G A D
Glide into the homing as the night falls
D G D G A D
to tie up in the haven by the old harbour wall
D G D G A D
And the hard-bitten stranger as deaf as a post
D G D G D Dsus2 D
who stands at the fire where a poet’s dreams roast
D G D G A D
He can’t know the story, he can’t feel the pain
D G D G A D G7M
and all of the glory falls around him like rain in the sky
D G7M
in the sky
D / A / G / A / A / D
G / D / G / A / D
G / D / G / A / A / D
D G D G A D
You’re a light in the dark, a beacon of hope
D G D G D Dsus D
and strong as a sea boat, strong as a rope
D G D G A D
And the vagabond wind, whispers over the bay
D G D G A D G7M
and the songs and the laughter, are carried away in the sky
D G7M
in the sky
D / A / G / A / A
D / G / D / G / A
A
