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#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. #
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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 D G
But I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder
Bm A D G D G
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 D G
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 D G
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 Bm A
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
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Triangle Man, Triangle Man
Triangle Man hates Person Man
They have a fight, Triangle wins
Triangle Man.
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