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May 8, 2012

Side A, Track 3. You’ll Never Be a Man - chords

This song is nowhere on the internet, so you'll have to play it yourself (if you don't have the record).

INTRO:

Bm  G C B Fadd9 G

A                                                    Bm    A D
You need protection from the physical art of conversation
A                                                            Bm   A D
Though the fist is mightier than the lip, it adds the aggravation


Bridge and Chorus:

Bm        G
I got the password
C           Am
I got persuasion
F        Am         F              Am
A proposition for invasion of your privacy
         F             Dm7              C
Give yourself away and find the fake in me
       A
You'll never be a man
                   D              E   A         D A
No matter how many foreign bodies you can take
       A               D A
You'll never be a man
A           D                       A
When you're half a woman and you're half awake
           Bm7                      A
(1) With a face full of tears and a chemical shake
(2) Under the table with a chemical shake
      D
Given half a chance, that I can take
F                            C
Are you so superior, are you in such pain
    Dm7             C
Are you made out of porcelain?
     F                  C
When they made you they broke the cast
      Dm7                            G
Don't wanna be first, I just want to last

A                                                 Bm    A D
You strike a profile on the low side of my imagination
A                                                        Bm    A D
My eyes climbed down to find the point of possible saturation


(Bridge and Chorus)


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May 2, 2012

Les Exclusifs de Chanel - Coromandel

Coromandel (2007) is drinking a glass of pastis on a rain-soaked teak deck in the twilight hour. On the Bay of Bengal. But your mis en scene does not have to be quite as complicated as described for you to be carried away by the excellence of Coromandel.

See, that’s Coromandel’s sultry sillage coming off this Bollywood lover.

A sophisticated unisex oriental, Coromandel marries earthy patchouli, sultry amber, and intriguing anise with a powdery vanilla and warm cinnamon making for a close-wearing cloud of luxurious nostalgia.

Coromandel evokes long-lost smells that reawaken by the magic touch of water – the mellow glow of the old, dried wood of a library’s shelves after a dusting with a damp cloth. A romantic memory inhaled from the collar of a fur coat worn the day of the season’s first snow. An aged oriental carpet taken outside for a beating on a misty morning.

Coromandel has managed to capture these sensual, non-floral notes that distill themselves in everyday belongings – years and years of sweet tobacco in the carpets,

old bottles with the residue of the bready wine it once held back in the dark recess of the pantry, and the dander of a powdered sybarite from long ago glancing in a sunbeam.