After The Fall

Words & Music:

Declan Patrick Aloysius MacManus (Elvis Costello)

 

Bm              F#                     F#7               Bm

In an anonymous rendez-vous where the forbidden lovers repair.

        D                         A               F#                     G

They're burning down another damn candle, they're melting the tables and chairs.

  Bm                           F#          F#7                           Bm

Beneath them applause from the balcony whenever they accomplished making love.

D                                   A        F#                        G

Other times they thought they heard laughter coming from the balcony above.

 

CHORUS:

    A                         E                  F#m                      C#m

She lies to his right and she carelessly recites all of her brand new appetites.

          A                          E

She seems brittle and small it don't sound like her at all.

F#m                        F#

Since she came back to him after the fall.

 

She said, "You never visited the countryside, so I've made you a country to order."

She put up a little tent in the bedroom, crickets played on a tape recorder.

The ceiling was festooned with phosphorous stars, she noticed his skin turning cold.

Burning all his clothes on the bonfire, "Relax." she whispered and tightened the blindfold.

 

CHORUS:

 

You've changed but not for the better, babe, I'd tell you why but what's the use.

'Cause it's the same kind of pity a drunkard gives as his excuse.

You were sharp and ideal as a bobby pin now your eyes are deserted and quiet.

We both look like those poor shattered mannequins thrown through the window in the riot.

 

CHORUS:  [new words below]

She lies in his arms and without any qualms revels in shallow delights.

She seems brittle and small it don't look like her at all.

Since she came back to him after the fall.

 


After The Fall Tab

Transcribed by John Kean (keanj@agresearch.cri.nz).

 

Bm              F#

In an anonymous rendezvous

          F#7                Bm

Where the forbidden lovers repair

        D                         A

They're burning down another damn candle

        F#                     G

They're melting the tables and chairs

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                    Classical |----------------------|

                Guitar Fill:  |----------------------|

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               Approx Timing:   ,  .  .  ,  .  .

                                                 

  Bm                               F#

Beneath them applause from the     balcony

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|--------------------------------|-----------------4--------------

|--2-----------------------------|---------------4------7----5----

|--------------------------------|--2-------2-6-------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#7                              Bm

Whenever they accomplished making  love

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|--------------------------------|------------7----7----5---------

|--------------------------------|------------7----7----6----6----

|--------------------------------|---------------------------7----

|--4-----------------------------|--------------------------------

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   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  D                                A

  Other times they thought they heard laughter

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|--7-----------------------------|--------------------------------

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   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#                               G        (bass run: G    F#)

  Coming from the balcony         above

|--------------------------------|-----------------7---------7-10-

|--------------------------------|---------------8---------8---12-

|--------------------------------|------------7---------7---------

|--------------------------------|----------9---------9-----------

|--------------------------------|------10------------------------

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   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  Em                                A                                E

                            She     lies to his right and she        carelessly recites

|-10-----------10-10---9-------7-|--9-----------------------------|----------------------------

|-12-----------12-12--10-------9-|-10-----------------------------|----------------------------

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   ,    .    .    ,    .    .      ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 


  F#m                              C#m

  All  of  her  brand  new   appetites                  She seems

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|--------------------------------|---------------7-9----7---------

|--------------------------------|----------6s9-----------------9-

|--------------------------------|-----2s6------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  A                                E

  brittle and small it don't       sound like her at all

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|--6-----------------------------|--------------------------------

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   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#m                              F#

  Since she came back to him       After the fall

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   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#                               Bm                               F#

                        She said  "You   never   visit   the       countryside           So I've

|-s6-----------------------------|----------------10--------10----|--9-------------12---10----9-

|--------------------------------|----------------12--------12----|-11-------------14---12---11-

|-----------------6----4-------3-|--4-----------------------------|-----------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|-----------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|-----------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|-----------------------------

 

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .      ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#7                              Bm

  made   you   a   country   to    order"                   She

|--6-----------------------------|-10----9------7-----------------

|--7-----------------------------|----------------10----8-------7-

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

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   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  D                                A

  put up a little tent in the      bedroom

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|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--7-----------------------------|--------------------------------

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|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#                               G

  Crickets  played  on  a  tape-recorder                      The

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|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|----------------------2----4----

|--------------------------------|--------------0--5--------------

|--------------------------------|------0---2---------------------

|--------------------------------|--3-----------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 


  Bm                               F#

  ceiling was festooned with       phosphorous stars          She

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--3-----------------------------|---------------5-5----3----5----

|--------------------------------|---------------6-6----4----6----

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#7                              Bm

  noticed  his  skin  turning      cold

|--------------------------------|-----------------7s9-10----7----

|--7-----------------------------|---------------7-------------10-

|--------------------------------|----------6-7-------------------

|--------------------------------|-------9------------------------

|--------------------------------|-----9--------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  D                                A

  Burning all his clothes on the   bonfire

|--------------------------------|------------9----9----9----9----

|--7-----------------------------|-----------10---10---10---10----

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#                               G        (bass run: G    F#)

"Relax"  she  whispered  and       tightened the blindfold

|--9-----------------------------|-10-------------10------------7-

|-11-----------------------------|-12-------------12------------8-

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  Em                               A                                E

                            She    lies to his right and she        carelessly recites

|--7------------3-3----2---------|--0-----------------------------|-----------------------------

|--8------------5-5--------------|--------------------------------|-----------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|-----------------------------

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|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|-----------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|-----------------0----2----4-

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .     ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#m                              C#m

  All  of  her  brand  new   appetites                  She seems

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|---------------------------5----

|--------------------------------|-------------------------6------

|--------------------------------|-----------------2----6---------

|--------------------------------|---------------4----------------

|--2-----------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  A                                E

  brittle and small it don't       sound like her at all

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--6-----------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 


  F#m                              F#

  Since she came back to him       After the fall

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|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

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|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F# Bm                               F#

 

                          You've changed   but  not  for  the     better babe

 

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|--------------------------------|------------------------------|-------------------------------

|--------------------------------|------------------------------|-----------------3-------------

|--------------------------------|------------------------------|---------------4-----------6—5-

|---------------------------1----|--2---------------------------|----------1-4------------------

|-----------------2----4---------|------------------------------|-------2-----------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .     ,    .    .    ,    .    .     ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#7                              Bm

  I'd tell you why but what's the  use

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|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--4-----------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--9h10p9p7------------------7---

|--------------------------------|-----------10-9s6-7----9--------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,      .    .   ,    .    .

 

  D                                A

    'Cos it's the same kind of     pity                       A

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|--------------------------------|--5------------7-8----7----5----

|-----------------7--------------|--6-----------------------------

|--0-----------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#                               G

  drunkard   gives   as   his   excuse                   You were

|--------------------------------|------------7----7----7----7----

|--------------------------------|------------8----8----8----8----

|--6-----------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  Bm                               F#

  sharp  and  ideal  as  a         bobby pin             Now your

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|--7-----------------------------|--------------------------------

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|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#7                              Bm

  eyes  are  deserted  and         quiet                       We

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|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 


  D                                A

  both look like those poor shattered mannequins

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#                               G        (bass run: G    F#)

  Thrown through the window in the riot

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|---------------0-0h2-------2--4-

|--------------------------------|--3---------3-------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  Em

                            She

|--------------------------------|

|--------------------------------|

|--------------------------------|

|------------2--4-4s5--4----2----|

|--5-----------------------------|

|--------------------------------|

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .    

 

  A                                E

  lies  in  his  arms      and without any qualms

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#m                              C#m

  Revels    in    shallow      delights                 She seems

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--9--------------5--s-3--s-2----

|--------------------------------|--9--------------6--------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  A                                E

  brittle and small it don't       sound like her at all

|--------------------------------|----------------------4---------

|----------------------5h7p5-----|----------------------5---------

|----------------------6----6----|--------------------------------

|----------------------7---------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#m                              F#

  Since she came back to him       After the fall

|--5-----------------------------|-------------------------------|

|--7-----------------------------|-------------------------------|

|--------------------------------|-------------------------------|

|--------------------------------|-------------------------------|

|--------------------------------|-------------------------------|

|--------------------------------|-------------------------------|

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

 


  F#

|----------------------9---------|

|---------------------11---------|

|--------------------------------|

|--------------------------------|

|--------------------------------|

|---------------------------2----|

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  Bm                               F#

|--------------------------------|-------------------------------|

|--------------------------------|-------------------------------|

|--------------------------------|-------------------------------|

|--------------------------------|-------------------------------|

|--2---------2--2-2----2h4--2----|--1--2-4-----------------------|

|--------------------------------|-------------------------------|

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  F#7                              Bm

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|-------------------0-2---0---4--|--4s2--2------------------------

|-4h5p4p2-4h5p4p2-4--------------|------------------------------4-

|--------------------------------|----------------------7--5-7----

  ,       .       .   ,   .   .     ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

  D                                A

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|------------4--5-7----5----4----|--4-h5p4s2------------2--4-2--0-

|--5-------7---------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,      .   .   ,    .    .

 

  F#                               Bm              G

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--------------------------------

|--4---------4--5-5s7--5----4----|--------------------------------

|--------------------------------|--7-----------------------------

   ,    .    .    ,    .    .       ,    .    .    ,    .    .

 

 

  Bm

|-----------7--9h10p9p7-----------------|------------------||

|--------7---------------7--------------|------------------||

|-----7---------------------9--7--------|------------------|| 

|--9------------------------------9--7--|--9---------------||

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Fine ad lib.

 

 

 

 

 





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