Hotel Hobbies Chords by Marillion
Tempo:
109.65 bpm
Chords used:
D
C
G
Em
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[Dm] [D]
[G] [Dm]
[D]
[Dm]
[D]
[Dm]
Oh, tell the hobbies padding down those hollow corridors, bellboys checking out the hookers
in the bar.
Slug-like fingers trace the stars, spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirrors.
The shots draw to kids' bones.
The tilting talking of the last cigarette, marking time in the packet, as the [G] whiskey
sweat lies like the [Dm] scarlet armor of an old man.
And that's what Mary we are craving.
It's calling [D] me again.
[G] [C]
[A]
[G] The
[D] only sign of life is the ticking of the [G] hand, [C]
introducing characters to Mary like old friends.
[A] Drats against the car and grab, scratching out the lines.
[G] A fever of confession, a catalog and grime.
[D] The early start of the hour.
[G] The [C] quiet and happy hour.
The [A] hard and happy hour.
A pilgrimage [G] to a happy hour.
[Em]
[D] [Em]
[D] [C]
[D] [C]
[D] [G] [Em]
[D] [Em]
[D] [C]
[D] [C]
New [D] [Em]
[Bm] [D]
[A] [C]
[D]
[C] [D]
[Em] shadows [Bm] tucking at the corner [D] of his eye, jostling for [A] attention.
[C] When the sunlight flares through a [D]
curtain's tail, [C] shuffling its beams as if in [D] ever-sent
[Bm] anticipation of
[Dm] [D]
[G] [Dm]
[D]
[Dm]
[D]
[Dm]
Oh, tell the hobbies padding down those hollow corridors, bellboys checking out the hookers
in the bar.
Slug-like fingers trace the stars, spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirrors.
The shots draw to kids' bones.
The tilting talking of the last cigarette, marking time in the packet, as the [G] whiskey
sweat lies like the [Dm] scarlet armor of an old man.
And that's what Mary we are craving.
It's calling [D] me again.
[G] [C]
[A]
[G] The
[D] only sign of life is the ticking of the [G] hand, [C]
introducing characters to Mary like old friends.
[A] Drats against the car and grab, scratching out the lines.
[G] A fever of confession, a catalog and grime.
[D] The early start of the hour.
[G] The [C] quiet and happy hour.
The [A] hard and happy hour.
A pilgrimage [G] to a happy hour.
[Em]
[D] [Em]
[D] [C]
[D] [C]
[D] [G] [Em]
[D] [Em]
[D] [C]
[D] [C]
New [D] [Em]
[Bm] [D]
[A] [C]
[D]
[C] [D]
[Em] shadows [Bm] tucking at the corner [D] of his eye, jostling for [A] attention.
[C] When the sunlight flares through a [D]
curtain's tail, [C] shuffling its beams as if in [D] ever-sent
[Bm] anticipation of
Key:
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Oh, tell the hobbies padding down those hollow corridors, _ bellboys checking out the hookers
in the bar.
Slug-like fingers trace the stars, spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirrors. _
The shots draw to kids' bones. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The tilting talking of the last cigarette, marking time in the packet, as the [G] whiskey
sweat lies like the [Dm] scarlet armor of an old man.
And that's what Mary we are craving.
_ It's calling [D] me again.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] The _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] only sign of life is the ticking of the [G] hand, [C] _
introducing characters to Mary like old friends.
[A] Drats against the car and grab, scratching out the lines.
[G] A fever of confession, a catalog and grime.
[D] The early start of the hour.
_ _ _ [G] The [C] quiet and happy hour.
_ _ _ The [A] hard and happy hour.
_ _ A pilgrimage [G] to a happy hour.
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
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New _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ shadows [Bm] tucking at the corner [D] of his eye, _ jostling for [A] attention.
_ [C] When the sunlight flares through a [D]
curtain's tail, _ [C] shuffling its beams as if in [D] ever-sent
_ [Bm] anticipation of
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, tell the hobbies padding down those hollow corridors, _ bellboys checking out the hookers
in the bar.
Slug-like fingers trace the stars, spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirrors. _
The shots draw to kids' bones. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The tilting talking of the last cigarette, marking time in the packet, as the [G] whiskey
sweat lies like the [Dm] scarlet armor of an old man.
And that's what Mary we are craving.
_ It's calling [D] me again.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] The _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] only sign of life is the ticking of the [G] hand, [C] _
introducing characters to Mary like old friends.
[A] Drats against the car and grab, scratching out the lines.
[G] A fever of confession, a catalog and grime.
[D] The early start of the hour.
_ _ _ [G] The [C] quiet and happy hour.
_ _ _ The [A] hard and happy hour.
_ _ A pilgrimage [G] to a happy hour.
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _
New _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ shadows [Bm] tucking at the corner [D] of his eye, _ jostling for [A] attention.
_ [C] When the sunlight flares through a [D]
curtain's tail, _ [C] shuffling its beams as if in [D] ever-sent
_ [Bm] anticipation of