Chords for Kae Tempest - Perfect Coffee (Live on KEXP)

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_ _ _ [F] So just a few doors down from Bradley, in [G] the old ramshackle [F] house with the broken down
porch and the novelty doorbell, [A] Zoe plays her music low.
She's got a bottle on the go, everything's in boxes.
It's been a long [Am] night, pack it.
[A] She's got her clothes in black [F] bin bags and the blue tack greases the paintwork.
Zoe's [A] like, man, what is all this [Am] stuff?
She's [F] got the road signs [A] stolen from Quick Shag Street, shirts and [F] skirts, posters, CDs,
comedy coasters, broken TV, [F] birthday card that her sister made in a distant path when
she turned [A] 13.
[Am] Hairstuff, books, love letters she can't bend.
[A] Outside the night, [Am] inside it's the last hurrah.
There's her limited edition Air Max 110s.
Next to her Che Guevara bust, complete with his ornamental glass cigar.
[G] Now for [F] years, the landlord never fixed the shower and the mould kept growing up the kitchen
walls.
He'd do it up nice now, sure, repaint it.
[A] He's tripled the rent.
[Am] He's going to get it and all.
_ [A] Zoe's only got a few hours left to get her room all packed [Am] and clean.
[A] She goes to her window.
She lights up a smoke.
She looks down at the [Am] street.
It's 4.18.
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_ The squats we used to party in our flats, we can't afford _ the dumps we did our dancing [A] in.
You have all been mean so [C] low.
[Dm] Tights are off to quit the [D] stuff, are beautiful and _
[G] bold.
[Dm] You [A] think it's [Am] coming up round here, it's falling on its _ soul.
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[A] _ _ [Am] _ don't feel like home no more.
I don't speak the lingo.
_ Since when was this a _ winery?
This used to be the bingo.
_ [Dm] I've walked these streets for all my life.
They know me like no other.
_ [Am] _ _ _ But the streets have changed.
I no longer feel them shut up.
All right, all right, I get the gist.
Whose city is this?
It doesn't want us no more.
I've had a glimpse into the future.
It stinks.
London's a [A] whore for all for the rich.
If you fall short, you fall and you know where the [Dm] door is.
Board up the broken, do it up, sell it back.
Make it less focus all out in the open.
Inspiring the [F] price, right up and then [D] smile with your friends in the past.
New [Am] nightclubs, my streets have been dug up, rebuilt.
New routes for commuters.
Landscapes have changed.
Looking for the old graft attacks, the one step safe territory
where every [A] hybrid lift gets whitewashed [Am] eventually. _ _ _ _ _
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_ [A] And so I'm moving [Am]
on.
_ I've got it all to play for.
_ I'll be the _ invader
in [Am] some other neighborhood. _
I'll be sipping _ perfect coffee,
thinking _ this is pretty good.
_ [Em] While the locals grit their teeth
and hum [Dm] another.
_ _ One [E] has come.
[A] All I see is luxury tenements,
rover gone residents, regular men's heads popping on pleasure.
Everyone's reckoning something is reckoning.
There's never a minute, man, is only [F] forever.
Towering [Am] tower blocks, scaffolding [D] rattling.
The tube is a [Am] battering ram full of [Dm] passengers smashing its way into town.
We are [F] scavengers sloshing [D] around in the sludge for our [Am] customers.
Paradise party life rubbing our shoulders into the mold.
Yes, we do what we're told.
We are sisyphus [A] pushing his boat up.
Yeah, the kids are all right, but the kids will get [Am] over. _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Am] Yeah, the kids are all right, but the kids will get.
Yeah, the kids are all right, but the kids will get. _ _ _ _ _ _
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