Based on several scenes in "La Vie En Rose", a movie about Edith Piaf.

Serpents in Your Hair.


C                     F       G    C
I picked up all those flowers for you,
    G             C     C/F  G
The roses off the floor for you.
Plucked away the thorns for you
So you need never cry.

But all those blooms that others threw
Meant nothing, in the end, to you.
Their gifts you simply tossed aside,
like me, all victims of your pride.

Chor

Fmaj7   G                Fmaj7      C
Oh, the serpents in your hair would talk,
Oh, spinning lies and tales that mocked.
Oh, the serpents in your hair worked hard
    G        C       C/F           C
To turn your fabled wine back into water.


A rickle of bones on a cast iron bed,
You could barely raise your head.
You wouldn't take the prescription meds,
Cause all the snakes knew better.

Yes, all the snakes would flush you out,
Throw stones at the window, scream and shout,
Poured champaign from a tea-pot spout
And contend all sweetness bitter.

Chor


I'll leave you now and walk away,
Forget the needles on your tray,
Let the snakes asleeping stay
And pay you no more heed.

I picked up all those flowers for you,
The roses off the floor for you.
Plucked away the thorns for you
So you need never bleed.

Serpents In Your Hair

OK this is a bit rough, but for the Nerds -

This was recorded straight to Music Studio on Iphone via a Tascam IXZ using otherwise plain jane equipement - the result is much better than expected. It was also uploaded directly to Sound cloud from Music Studio

Better yet to come.

Hidin' in my heart

John the Barman.

There's a stage door 
Where we used to meet,
A whiskey bar
Where we'd drink till three
And John the Barman
Used to keep the score

We'd rack up dozens
Night by night
We'd turn their heads
Squeeze them tight
John would get the tally
And add one more

Em             C
And then I met you
             Em
And i was smitten
I met you
And I was broken
I met you
And started lovin'
Em       Em(+7)
And my world 
            Em
Is shot to hell

Now my life is filled
With drink and guns,
Knives and numbers,
Hard bought fun
But John the Barman
Is always wantin' more.


You meet your targets
Pay your dues
I couldn't count on
My time with you
John takings started
Droppin'through the floor -

Cos -

It isn't working
I have to choose
The love of one woman
Or cash and boose
While John's evil eye says
He won't take no more.

So meet me by 
The Exxon sign.
Leave your shoes, girl,
There's no time
Forget John's tally
I'm headin out the door.


Now the dawn's glowin
Across a different land
I'm walkin with you
Across golden sands
Johns never gonna find us, honey
on this foreign shore.

 
Best thing I ever did 
Was look in your eyes
But I'm also glad 
That I did decide
To start a little action here
Just like before.

John the Barman at Recorded on IPhone

Somewhere There's a Place called Austin.


C                    G            Am
Somewhere there's a place called Austin
A place where hearts don't get broke
A place where lovers never leave
C                    G            C
Some things aren't so hard to believe



E7    Am
E7    Fm7flat5


F                              G                    Am
There's a whiskey sour goin' stale by the kitchen door
F                         G                Am
And a broken glass that floods across the floor
G                                           Am
There's a door key that was flung into the night
G                                         Am
And an emptyness that says that she was right.
F                  G           Am
He sits and stares. He cannot sleep
G                                Am
Wishin' spoken words had never been.


And there are memories of Pease Park and the jazz
A day of love she hoped would never pass.
There were old men wringing tears from simple tunes
And a warm walk home beneath a hunter's moon.
But she sits and stares and cannot cry
She took her love and walked away.

The telephone sits cradled in his palm
She stares at hers, says "You know where I am."
He scrolls through all those names on the screen
The ex-es, the ghosts in the machine.
He hesitates. She waits for him to ring,
Then flicks the mobile off, leaves everything.


Austin

Hunneysuckle Hedges.


Hunneysuckle hedges 
Run down to the sea.
The hunneysuckle blossom
Bright red against the green.
It's there I'll meet my loved one 
Who's waiting for me.


[She said]

Won't you come with me,
Run with me,
Away . . .


Freewheeling wildly
Down glens of deepest green
Cliffs cast their waters
Down into the breeze.
My arms are wide as wings above 
The spinning of my wheels.


Those hunneysuckle dancers 
Show me their heels.
Purple skirts a-swirlin' 
They try to capture me,
But I am riding reckless 
My loved one to see.

Hunneysuckle Hedges

Written by myself and Jim Johnston 29 Jan 2014

UNSTOPPABLE 

Am                        Em?
When I first kissed you 
Dm            Am
so tender - ly
They said our love 
was never meant to be
but I came back 
and told you there and then
               G
it was unstoppable
                            Am
unstoppable - un - stoppable

Am             Em               Am      Em
love keeps coming like a juggernaut
love keeps comin’ like a tidal wave
Dm             Em?               Dm       Em?
love keeps comin’ like a runaway train
love keeps comin’ and it’ll never stop again

I need you to trust me/ You know I trust you
day by day
a love like ours
will always find its way
and we knew then
what we know here and now
it is unstoppable
unstoppable - un - stoppable

When we walked out
our heads were held high
against the odds 
we knew our love would thrive 
we have made our stand
and we are standing still
we are unstoppable
unstoppable - un - stoppable

love keeps coming like a juggernaut
love keeps comin’ like a tidal wave
love keeps comin’ like a runaway train
Dm               Em?                G              Am
love keeps comin’ and it’ll never stop again


Alan Sheeran