JACKIE

by Jacques Brel // Scott Walker // The Divine Comedy

taken from the promo ‘Live a la Cigale’, and the single ‘The Pop Singers
Fear Of The Pollen Count’
jon-senior worked this one out (from the Cigale version)

chords

G E A D G B E Gmaj7 E A D G B E G+ E A D G B E
3 2 0 0 0 3 3 2 4 0 0 2 3 2 0 0 3 3

B7 E A D G B E Em E A D G B E C+ E A D G B E
x 2 4 2 4 2 x x 5 4 5 x x x 0 5 5 3

Gm Dm7 Gm Dm7 Gm Dm7 Gm Dm7

Gm Dm7 Gm
And if one day I should become
Dm7 Gm
A singer with a Spanish bum
Dm7 Gm Dm7
Who sings for women of great virtue
Gm Dm7 Gm
I'd sing to them with a guitar
Dm7 Gm
I'd borrow from a coffee bar
Dm7 Gm Dm7
- Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you

G Gmaj7
My name would be Antonio
Em
And all my bridges I would burn
G+
And when I sang a song they'd know
Am D7 Am D7
I'd expect something in return...
Am Am(maj7)
I'd have to get drunk every night
Am7
And talk about virility
D7
With some old grandmother who might
B7
Be decked out like a Christmas tree

Em Bm Em
And no pink elephants I’d see
Bm Em
Though I'd be drunk as I can be
Bm Em
Still I would sing my song to me
C+ G
About the time they called me Jackie
 G Gmaj7 Em G+
If I could be for only an hour
G Gmaj7 Am D7
If I could be for an hour every day
Am Am(maj7) Am7 D7
If I could be for just one little hour
N.C. Gm (back into intro)
Cute - in a stupid-assed way

And if I joined the social world

Became procurer of young girls
And I would have my own bordello
My records would be number one
And I'd sell records by the tonne
All sang by many other fellows

My name would then be Handsome Jack

And I'd sell boats of opium
Whisky that came from Twickenham
Offering queers and phoney virgins
If I had banks on every finger
A finger in every country
And all the countries ruled by me
I'd still know exactly where I'd want to be...

Holed up inside my opium den

Surrounded by some chinamen
I'd sing a song that I sang then
About the time they called me Jackie

If I could be for only an hour...

Now tell me wouldn't it be nice

That if one day in paradise
I'd sing for all the ladies up there
And they would sing along with me
They'd be so happy they'd agree
Coz down below is really nowhere

My name would then be Jupiter

And I would know where I was going
And I would become all-knowing
My beard so very long and flowing...
If I became deaf, dumb and blind
Because I'd pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I'd still know that every single night

When my angelic work was through

The angels and the devil too
Would sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me Jackie

If I could be for only an hour...