Weller Paul - Town Called Malice Chords

TOWN CALLED MALICE (acoustic) - Paul Weller
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This one's for Silky Wilky, enjoy.
Coming soon... Down At The BP Garage at Midnight.

Chords:
B   E6  F#  E  D#m7  A#m G#m

7   9   9   7   6    6   4
7   9   11  9   7    6   4
8   9   11  9   6    6   4
9   9   11  9   8    8   6
9   7   9   7   6    8   6
7   x   x   x   x    6   4

Intro:
B		E6
B		E6
B		E6
B		E6

Verse 1:
      F#
You'd better stop dreaming of the quiet life 
             E
cos it's the one we'll never know
    F#
And quit running for that runaway bus 
           E                    
'cos those rosey days are few
    E                        D#m7
And stop apologising for the things you've never done
     F#
'cos time is short and life is cruel, but it's up to us to change 

x    x    x		(knock on body of guitar)
this town called 

B           E6
malice      Yeah-eah-eah
B           E6
B           E6
B           (E6)
 
Verse 2:
D#m7
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
      E
stand dying in the dairy yard
      D#m7
And a hundred lonely housewives
             E
clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
E                                 D#m7
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
     F#
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious in a town called

B           E6
malice,     Yeah-eah-eah
B           E6
       This town called
B           E6
malice,     ooh-ooh-yeah
B           E6

Verse 3:
F#	             E
Ba ba ba ba bada ba, ba ba bada baa oh
F#	             E
Ba ba ba ba bada ba, ba ba bada baa oh
E                        D#m7
Struggle after struggle, year after year
    F#
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead in a town called

B           E6
malice,	    Yeah-eah-eah
B           E6
B           E6
B           E6

Bridge:
  A#m                      G#m
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
     A#m                G#m
Gets dashed against the Co-op
          E
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
       F#
It's a big decision in a town called malice.

B           E6
B           E6
B           E6
B           E6

Verse 4:
F#                          E
The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track
F#                                    E
It's at the moment bound for nowhere, just going round and round
E                                    D#m7
Playground kids and creaking swings, lost laughter in the breeze
F#
I could go on for hours and I probably will, I'd sooner put some joy back in 

x    x    x		(knock on body of guitar)
this town called
B           E6
malice,	    Yeah-eah-eah
B           E6
       This town called
B           E6
malice,yeah Ooh-ooh-yeah
B           E6             x6
B