歌谱：private hell2(TXT吉他谱)

heliocentric@breathe.com
February 8th 2001, 7.52pm

PRIVATE HELL by THE JAM

Written by Paul Weller

From the LP 'Setting Sons' (Polydor, 1979)

The other version on here is transcribed a semitone too high,
so hopwfully this is the correct version.

Chords used:

Em7:  x79787               Am:  577555 
C:    8-10-10-9-8-8        A:   577655
D:    10-12-12-11-10-10    Bm:  799777                
Em7*: 12-14-12-12-12-12
G:    355433

N.C. (Em7)

Em7

Em7
Closer than close - you see yourself -
                      C                           Em7
A mirrored image - of what you what you wanted to be.

   Em7
As each day goes by - a little more -
                             C             Em7
You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.

    Em7
The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -
                       C                  D 
Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful,
C                  D
Is still there but unrecognisable.
Em7*
Private hell.  Private Hell.

N.C. (Em7)

    Em7                                     
The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -
                C               Em7
And seldom in - working late as usual.

     Em7
Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -
                               C                 D
The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -
C                  D
Close your eyes and think of nothing but -
Em7*
Private hell.  Private Hell.

G        Am            G          Am
Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing -
    G       Am          G         Am
Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren.

A        Bm             A        Bm
Think of Edward - who's still at college -
    A                           Bm
You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.

      Em7
'Cause he don't care.

They don't care.

               C                         D     Em7*
'Cause they're all going through - their own - Private Hell.  Private Hell.

N.C. (Em7)

    Em7
The morning slips away - in a valium haze -
                     C                Em7
And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.

Em7
In the afternoon - the weekly food,
                        C                  Em7
Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street.

    Em7
The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host,
                     C               D
To a clost ghost - a picture of your fantasy -
  C              D           Em7*
A victim