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Subject: PRIVATE HELL - The Jam, "Setting Sons" LP

Chords from Davide Musiani - Bologna, Italy
contact me at reti023@didasun1.cineca.it for suggestions, corrections,
discussions or anything else...

  
  FmCloser (133111@1)than close - you see yourself - a mirrored immage,
     C# (x43121@1)              Fmof (133111@1)what you wanted to be
   F#As (244322@1)each day goes by - a little more -  you can't remember
         C# (x43121@1)         Fmwhat (133111@1)it was you wanted anyway
     FmThe (133111@1)fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - your ageing face
     C# (x43121@1)                 D# (x43121@3)        C# (x43121@1)                 D#The (x43121@3)face that once was so beautiful - is still there but unrecognizable
F#Private (244322@1)Hell, Private Hell

The man who you once loved - is blad and fat - and seldom in
working late as usual
Your interest has waned - you feel the strain - the bed springs snap
on the occasions he lies upon you - close your eyes and think of nothing but
Private Hell, Private Hell

G# (xx1114@1)     C# (x43121@1)          G# (xx1114@1)       C#Think (x43121@1)of Emma - wonder what she's doing
    G# (xx1114@1)    C# (x43121@1)        G# (xx1114@1)        C#her (x43121@1)husband Terry - and your grandchildren
A# (x1333x@1)     C (x32010@1)              A# (x1333x@1)    CThink (x32010@1)of Edward - who's still at college
     A# (x1333x@1)     C (x32010@1)                A# (x1333x@1)       Cyou (x32010@1)send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge
       Fm'Cause (133111@1)he don't care - they don't care
               C# (x43121@1)                    D#'Cause (x43121@3)they're all going through their own
FmPrivate (133111@1)Hell, Private Hell

The morning slips away - in a valium haze - and catalogues
a numerous cups of coffe
In the afternoon - the weekly food - is put in bags
you float off down the high street
The shops windows reflect - play a nameless host - to a closet ghost
a picture of your fantasy - a victim of your misery
Private Hell, Private Hell

FmAlone (133111@1)at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup - you see it smash
                                                       C#inside (x43121@1)you crack - you can't go on  - but you sweep it up
        D# (x43121@3)               FmSafe (133111@1)at last inside your - Private Hell
 C# (x43121@1)      D# (x43121@3)              FmSanity (133111@1)at last inside your - Private Hell


NOTE: I have recognised the chords above with a PIANO, and not a guitar, so 
it's impossible for me to find out the exact notes that the great Paul plays
during the short guitar solos. I'm sorry but you will have to do it by
yourself !!!
Of course, suggestions are welcome ad encouraged.