Basil

C/G..........................[332010]
Dm/A.........................[x00231]
Fmaj7........................[133210]

D9/F#........................[2x0210]
Bm7b5........................[x2323x]


| C | E7 | Am | % |
| Am | % |


            (Am)      C/G         F    Dm/A
My Saturday job pays six and six down
                     F
A copy boy at the Chronicle
          Am             C/G          F     Dm/A
Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns
                       F               Dm/A
Meeting Vince at Mark Toney’s in town
          F            Am
Boy, do we get around


            (Am)         C/G       F    Dm
Basil sits there on the table for subs
                        F
But not a part of the Bri-nylon club
               Am         C/G          F
Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job
      Dm
Bored out of his mind
          F
With the Colins and Bobs


                  C/G  Fmaj7
I’m a jack and a lad
                    C     Fmaj7
And I’m up for the world
                   C         F    Am
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl



   (Am)                    C/G      F    Dm
He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell
              F
Poets have to eat as well
                  Am           C          F   Dm
What he wouldn’t give just to walk out today
                  F               Dm
To have time to think about time
                  F
And young love thrown away


                  C   Fmaj7
I’m a jack and a lad
                    C     Fmaj7
And I’m up for the world
                   C         F
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl


  F                    C    E7
Starlings swarming a cloud
       Am
Over Grainger Street
           F
Over the black church
Dm         C         E7
Over the Black Gate
                (Am)
And the shadowy Keep


| Am | D9/F#  | Bm7b5  | E7 |
| F  | % | C | E7 |
| Am | % |


                     (Am)
He peers through his wire rims
        C/G           F     Dm
At the fish and chip words
                      F
He’s supposed to dish up and forget
              Am           C           F
His drudgery now has become slightly blurred
   Dm                         F
By one of his Players untipped cigarettes


          C   Fmaj7
Bury all joy
                  C     Fmaj7
Put the poems in sacks
             C             F
And bury me here with the hacks


| Am | Am7 | % | Am |


                  (Am)
In the summer the fair
             C/G       F
Will stretch over the Moor
 Dm/A                    F
Lovers will lie and make out in the park
           Am          C/G         F    Dm/A
Basil puts on his old duffel and scarf
                F
And goes out into the dark


| C | Fmaj7 | C | Fmaj7 |
| C | F | % |