Аккорды Geraldine Quinn - The Last Gig In Melbourne

[Verse 1]
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Sunday afternoon in a café. He sits alone on a stool
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Channelling George Benson on his threadbare acoustic guitar
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And who’s there to see it? The bouncers are tired
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Outnumbering the punters but they’re legally required
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It’s not how we planned it. There’s never been fights
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What are they here for? This is The Last Gig in Melbourne...

[Chorus]
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Don’t tell me you missed it? That very last gig?
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Don’t tell me – you were tired?
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Maybe you’d go next time. Pity there’s no next time.

[Verse 2]
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A Fitzroy pub on a Tuesday. Electro kids jab on a drum pad
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Volume turned down to nothing so the flats next door don’t get mad
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And I can’t bloody can hear them over the register
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The venue had lett-ers          via the council
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It’s not how they planned it, waited months for this night
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What are they here for? This is the last gig in Melbourne…

[Chorus]
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Don’t tell me you missed it? That very last gig?
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Don’t tell me – it was cold?
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Maybe you’d go next time. Pity there’s no next time.

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[Verse 3]
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On Thursday evening, the folkies        Beat bodhrains and pluck on their mandolins
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In a fortress of pokies which drown them out with the din
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The words are in Irish so no one understands
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“Seachain fearg an fhir foighneach”     Beware the anger of a patient man
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It’s not how we planned it. It doesn’t seem right.
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What are they here for? This is the last gig in Melbourne…

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“I’m sorry I missed it. That very last gig.
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I’m sorry, I was skint - Maybe next time?
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Wrong side of the river. Babysitting the kids
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Hey I didn’t have petrol - Maybe next time?
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Had to work in the morning. I drank too much beer
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My boyfriend felt queasy - Maybe next time?
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Stayed home and watched TV. I couldn’t be arsed
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Hey I’ll make it there next time.”
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Pity there’s no next time.
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Pity there’s no next time.
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Such a pity there’s no next time.
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Pity there’s no next time