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Date: Mon, 29 Aug 94 01:10:35 EDT
To: guitar@nevada.edu
Subject: CRD:Brilliant Mistake, Elvis Costello
Organization: Princeton University

In article  you write:
>
>SONG: Brilliant Mistake
>Elvis Costello
>Transcribed by phillip@phoenix.princeton.edu
>
>Intro
>
>G  F Am G
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>G                             D>He (xx0232@1)thought he was the King of America
>      C (x32010@1)                           G (320003@1)     D>Where (xx0232@1)they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine
>    G (320003@1)                         D>Now (xx0232@1)I try hard not to become hysterical
>            C (x32010@1)                      G (320003@1) D>But (xx0232@1)I'm not sure if I am laughing or crying
>  C>I (x32010@1)wish that I could push a button
>                                 F>And (133211@1)talk in the past and not the present tense
>C
>And watch this hurtin' feeling disappear
>            F (133211@1)    Em>Like (022000@1)it was common sense
>   G (320003@1)   C (x32010@1)   G (320003@1)        C>It (x32010@1)was a fine idea at the time
>G          D (xx0232@1)              GAm G/BC
>Now it's a brilliant mistake
>
>G Am G/B C  G Am G/B C C G/B Am G
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>She said that she was working for the ABC News
>It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use
>Her perfume was unspeakable
>It lingered in the air
>Like her artificial laughter
>Her mementos of affairs
>"Oh" I said "I see you know him"
>"Isn't that very fortunate for you"
>And she showed me his calling card
>He came third or fourth and there were more than one or two
>He was a fine idea at the time
>Now he's a brilliant mistake
>
>He thought he was the King of America
>But it was just a boulevard of broken dreams
>A trick they do with mirrors and with chemicals
>The words of love in whispers
>And the axe of love in screams
>I wish that I could push a button
>And talk in the past and not the present tense
>And watch this lovin' feeling disappear
>Like it was common sense
>I was a fine idea at the time
>Now I'm a brilliant mistake
>
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