C      F  G7          C    F  G7      C      F  G7
We’ve got Kramer        coming over       to produce us
        C                      F          G7
So that we can show off to our specialist friends
   C                     F          G7
Go down to the Falcon in Camden and say
             C                     F            G7   C  F G7  C  F G7
“I’ll have a pint for myself and a pint for the ex-MC5”.  


         C       F  G7         C      F  G7    C     F  G7    
Aleister Crowley       knew my father       or rather
C                         F        G7
Business once took Dad up into the glens
C                      F           G7
Where in a small hotel bar Crowley asked
 C                           F             G7             C    F G7  C  F G7
“Have you got change for the fruit machine chief, I’m all out?”


[Interlude] 

F C G7 C  F C G7  C  F G7  C  F G7

C  F G7 C  F G7 C     
Da da da da……………

C  F G7 (x3) C


[Verse]

N.C N.C            N.C
    Dear Mr McGee,
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Please find enclosed the latest demo from ‘Liquid Greek’. Dismissed by the mainstream
                         N.C
as shoe-gazing also-rans, the band have nevertheless persevered with their off-kilter-or-
        N.C                                                 N.C
nothing policy in the hope that someone like your good self will eventually realise, and
                             N.C
thus promote this violent yet ultimately beautiful genre which we have dubbed “New 
      N.C                                                                C
Noise”. The first track is based on the high-pitched lamentations of an unbalanced

Lincoln woman, who nurses injured buzzards back to health inside her dead child’s

wardrobe. We hope you like it. 

Yours sincerely, Liquid Greek.

PS we don’t like sport of any kind and friends at school were very much thin on

the ground.


[Interlude] 

C Am F C F Am G G7


[Verse]

C                          F           G7
This land is my land; this land is not your land
   C                                 F        G7
So please get off now or I’ll go and fetch my farm hand
    C                         F              G7
And he will come running in a red cap-sleeve T-shirt
      C                             F             G7           C     F G7
And a West Country smile that says “I’ll give you Kick Out The Jams!”