# # #----------------------------------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. # # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## #From: fail@oberon.pps.pgh.pa.us (John Fail) # #Camper Van Beethoven: #"All Her Favorite Fruit" - Key Lime Pie # #(I worked this out also over the break) # last time slide # e-2-------2-------2-------2-3-5-3-0-2-----------------|-/10-----------------| # B-3-------3-------3-------3---------3-----------------|---------------------| # G-2-------2-------2-------2---------2----repeat this--|---------------------| # D-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0---0-----------------|---------------------| # A-----------------------------------------------------|---------------------| # E-----------------------------------------------------|---------------------| # D I drive alone, home from work Bm A And I always think of her D Bm A Late at night I call her, but I never say a word G Bm A DG But I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder Bm A D G DG And I can almost smell her breath, faint, with a sweet scent of decay D She serves him mashed potatoes Bm A She serves him peppered steak, and corn D Bm A Pulls the dress up over her head, lets it fall to the floor G Bm A DG And does she ever whisper in his ear, all her favorite fruit Bm A D G And all the most exotic places they are cultivated D Bm A And I'd like to take her there, rather than this train I'm on D Bm A And if I weren't a civil servant, I'd have a place in the colonies G Bm A DG We'd play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four Bm A D G Within intervention's distance of the embassy D A D The midday air grows thicker with the heat Bm A And drifts towards the line of trees D A D BmA When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into siesta G Bm A D G And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof Bm A D G We dream our dreams and sing our songs of love - fecundity D G D G D G Of life and love, of life and love, of life and love (end with opening riff, then finish on D) You may wish to play the G barred on the 3rd fret, and sometimes pick the top three strings descending. -john -- ******Give me a command line or give me death!***************** Triangle Man, Triangle Man Triangle Man hates Person Man They have a fight, Triangle wins Triangle Man. ********-They Might Be Giants************************************************