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Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 22:27:39 -0800 (PST) 
From: toomey  
Subject: CRD: b/bowie_david/maid_of_bond_street.crd 

Maid of Bond Street, David Bowie. 
Available on any of a number of compilations of His early works, I have 
"London Boy." 
The words go by pretty quickly in some places.  Even if I can't make out the 
words, I've put in nonsense syllables that approximate them. 

E                    F#m        G 
This girl is made of lipstick,  Powder and paint, 
C                       Am     F                G 
Sees the pictures of herself,  every magazine on every shelf. 
E                    F#m          G 
This girl is Maid of Bond Street, hailing cabs, 
C               Am       F                   G    
Lunches with executives, gleaming teeth, sipaparatives (thats what the words 
sound like,                                                    I have no 
idea what they really are.) 

E              D 
This girl is a lonely girl 
E                            D 
Takes the train from Banning Turn(?) to Oxford Turn(?) 
    E                        D      
She reads the daily news but passengers  
      C                Am        F        G 
Don't smile at her, oh no, don't smile at her. 

E                    F#m            G 
This girl is made of loneliness,  a broken heart 
C                Am            F                        G    
For the boy that she once knew doesn't want to know her anymore. 

    E              D 
And this girl is a lonely girl, 
E                       D 
Everything she wants is hers but she can't make it 
E                       D 
With the boy she really wants to be with 
        C        Am   F       G   
All the time, to love all the time. 

E                   F#m   G  
This boy is made of envy, jealosy 
   C              Am        F                    G 
He doesn't have a limosine, really wants to be a star himself. 

    E          G            A       D               G 
And this girl, her world is made of flashlights and film 
G             A                D            G 
Her cares are scratched on the cutting room floor 
    G       C            F              G 
And Maid of Bond Street, ride 'round in chauffeured cars 
G       C            F                G 
Maid of Bond Street, picture clothes, eyes of stars 
G       C            F             G 
Maid of Bond Street, children have love affairs 
G       C           (tacet)                      
Maid of Bond Street, children have worldly cares. 

FCCCFG. 

Ending on the G works, and I haven't figured out the last little bit.  So 
there it is. 
toomey@sos.net