Date: Tue, 16 Dec 1997 16:55:39 -0800 (PST)
From: "D. William Bennett" <dbennett@networx.on.ca>
Subject: Clubland by Elvis Costello


Clubland
(Elvis Costello From the Album "Trust" -Words and Music by Elvis
Costello)
Transcribed by D. William Bennett

I made some corrections to my last submission of this song. This time I
think I've got it right.

E Em

Bm                              Em   F#m       Bm                  Em  F#m
With a handful of backhanders and a bevy of beauty
Bm
You're going off limits
Em          F#m
Going off duty
Bm
Going off the rails
Em                  F#m
Going off with booty
G                                                    Em
They tell tales of fiction found on all the criminal types
Bm                     Em       F#m         Bm                        Em  F#m
Lead to a higher ranking man or a face with thin red stripes

Chorus:
B                    F#
The boys next door
B                     F#
The mums and dads
B                     F#
New weds and nearly-deads              ________
                                        B       F#   /   /   /   /
B                            F#      BBEEbC# C#C#C#C# (single bass notes)
Have you ever been had in Clubland?

There's a piece in someone's pocket to do the dirty work
You've come to shoot the pony
They've come to do the jerk
They leave him half way to paradise
They leave you half way to bliss
The ladies' invitation never seemed like this
                                                                          _
_  _ _ _
Chorus -> Em////////B////////Em////////F#//////////

       B             A       G               F#m    G                  A
G                 A
The long arm of the law slides up the outskirts of town
B      A           G            F#m       G            A             G
A
Meanwhile in Clubland they are ready to pull them down
      Bm
Hey

The right to work is traded in for the right to refuse admission
Don't pass out now, there's no refund
(when) Did you find out what you were missing
The crowd is taking forty winks minus ten percent
You barely get required sleep to go lingering with contemptment
Thursday to Saturday
Money's gone already
Some things come in common these days
Your hands and work aren't steady

Chorus -> E///Em///Bm