All The Rage from Brutal Youth I don't pretend that this is as good as chords have been typed in before but it should give you a start. I picked this song first because it's one of the easiest. Eddie() () () () () () ()The twitching ()impulse is to ()speak your mind.()() (G)I'll lend you my (D)microscope and (G)maybe you will (Am7)find ()it. (C)Is it in that (G)ugly (D)place, that's (G)just behind your face,()() (C)where you keep my (G/B)picture (D)still, des(G)pite the fact that (D)you had me re()placed. ()Say "Good()()bye", ()baby ()can't you ()act your ()age, you know ()()why, ()I'm going to ()give it ()to you ()straight. Although I'll (Am)never be (Em)unhappy as you (D)want me to (C)be, (Am)still it's all the (G)rage. () () () ()I'll probably ()play along, ()left to my own de()vi()ces. ()Spare me the ()drone of your advice() () () (Am)the sins of (Bm)garter and gin, con(C)fession may de(D)lay. (Am)You know the (Bm)measuring pole, the (C)merry boots of clay(D) (Am)I've heard it (Bm)all before, (C)you'll say it (D)anyway(G) ()Say "Good()()bye", ()baby ()can't you ()act your ()age, you know ()()why, ()I'm going to ()give it ()to you ()straight. Although I'll (Am)never be (Em)unhappy as you (D)want me to (C)be, (Am)still it's all the (G)rage. ...Well I heard they castrated Castro Because he was the people's friend... ---------------------------------------------------------- Eddie Thornley, Computer Officer, Warwick Business School, Univ. of Warwick CV4 7AL issuet@razor.wbs.warwick.ac.uk lyrics and chords of: All The Rage by Elvis Costello And The Attractions Suggestions and corrections are always welcome! The twiching impulse is to speak your mind /B I?ll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it Is it in that ugly place that?s just behind your face Where you keep my picture still despite the fact that you had me replaced Say "Good-bye", baby, can?t you act your age You know why, I?m going to give it to you straight Altgough I?ll never be unhappy as you want me to be Still it?s all the rage I?ll propably play along, left to my own devices Spare me the drone of your advice The sins of garter and gin, confessions may delay You know the measuring pole, the merry boots of clay? I?ve heard it all before, you?ll say it anyway Say "Good-bye", baby, can?t you act your age You know why, I?m going to give it to you straight Altgough I?ll never be unhappy as you want me to be Still it?s all the rage Alone with your tweezers and your handkerchief /B You murder time and truth, love, laughter and belief So don?t try to touch my heart, it?s darker than you think And don?t try to read my mind because it?s full of disappearing ink Say "Good-bye", baby, can?t you act your age You know why, I?m going to give it to you straight Altgough I?ll never be unhappy as you want me to be Still it?s all the rage Altgough I?ll never be unhappy as you want me to be Still it?s all the rage