Satellite Elvis Costello
from Spike
tabbed by ah-HA! Pronoun trouble
(intro) Em C#m A B
[E]She looked like she [C#m]learned to dance
[B]>From a series[A] of still pictures
[E]She's madly ex[C#m]cited now
[B]She throws her hands up [A]like a tulip
[G#7/B#]
B G#7/B# C#m F#7/A# B -----------
She looks like an illustration of a cocktail party | | 1 1 1 |
| | | | | 2
| 3 | | | |
Where [G#m]cartoon bubbles burst [G#7/B#]in the air
Cham[C#m]pagne rolls [F#7/A#]off her [B]tongue like a second [A]language
[F#7/A#]
B E --x--------
And it should have been her biggest night | | 1 | | |
| | | | 2 |
3 | | 3 | |
The [A]satellite looks [F#]down on her as [B]she be[B7/D#]gins to [E]cry
[B7/D#]
tacet C#m A -----------
All over the world at the very same time | | 1 | | |
| | | 2 | 2
| | | | | |
People [B]sharing the [B7/D#]same s[E]orrow
As the [C#m]satellite looks [A]down
Her [B]darkest hour is [A]somebody's bright [B7]tomorrow
[E]He pulled on a [C#m]cigarette [B]in the crook of [A]his first finger
[E]Felt the static el[C#m]ectric charge [B]of her perfect [A]hourglass figure
As [B]he undressed her [G#7/B#]with his eyes her [C#m]weakness[F#7/A#] was his [B]talent
How [G#m]could she know as [G#7/B#]she stepped through the [C#m]lights
That her [F#7/A#]dress wou[B]ld become trans[A]parent
And [B]with his face pressed [E]to the screen
He [A]muttered words he'd [F#]never dare to [B]say if [B7/D#]she could [E]see him
tacet C#m A
All over the world at the very same time
People [B]sharing the [B7/D#]same cheap sen[E]sation
The [C#]thrill of watching [A]somebody watching
[B]Those forbidden [A]things we never [B7]mention
(chorus)
The [E]satell[C#m7]ite looks [A]down right [B7]now and fo[E]rever
What [C#m7]it has pulled a[A]part, let [B7]no man tether
[G#m]His own body to his [F#]dream, his dream to someone [F#m]else
Oh no, oh no[B] [B7]
She went [E]back to her pitiful [C#m]compromise, [B]he'd go back [A]to his family
[E]But for the matter of a [C#m]thousand miles that [B]separated [A]them entirely
In the [B]hot unloving [G#7/B#]spotlight with the [C#m]secrets [F#7/A#]it arou[B]ses
[G#m]Now they both know [G#7/B#]what it's like [C#m]insi[F#7/A#]de a por[B]nographer's [A]trousers
And in a [B]funny way it's a[E]nonymous
The [A]satellite, it [F#]blesses us and [B]makes these [B7/D#]dreams come [E]true[C#m]
[A]All over the [C#m]world at the very same [A]time
All over the [C#m]world
(chorus)
(last 2 chords are B7 and Dsus2, which is a regular D with the E open)
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