Chords for Victoria Wood - The Paradise Where Dreams Come True LIVE
Tempo:
117.3 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
E
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
And [D] this little song paints a [Bm] picture of [Bb] Charlene's [Am] ideal world.
[D] It's [G] called The Paradise, [A] where dreams come [D] true.
I [G] was chatting [Bb] to some lady friends [A] of mine the other day, [D] about how life was better [Am] years ago.
[D] There [E] was ballroom dancing, [B] discipline and snow on Christmas [Em] Day, [A] and hanging was quite
common then, you know.
We [Bb] all grew quite nostalgic as [A] we munched our [D] gypsy creams.
[Bm] Our tea was left untasted in the cup.
Suppose we [B] ladies could be granted all our hopes and [A] schemes.
What paradise would then [D] be conjured up?
Our faces [B] were at once alight with [E] glee, as we [A] thought how blissful such a [D] world could be.
[G] A world [Bm] of hope, a world [G] of life, boys, a [E] world where everyone [D] looks nice.
We'll waltz along to our very favourite song, [G] Julie Andrews singing Edelweiss.
[C] And when we rush to our [Dbm] new low-level flush, then the waters they will [E] foam bright blue.
[A] In that far-off land, [D] that paradise where dreams [G] come true.
[D]
[G] We could see it all so [Bb] clearly.
[Am] Country, coast and town, [Bm] where every worker [Bb] grateful [Am] sings and hums.
[E] There could be a bit of [B] flogging, just to keep the unions [E] down, and [A] massive fines for
all [D] unmarried mums.
We [G] could round [Bb] up all the moaners [A] and the lefties, all that lot, and [Bb] send them with
the poets outward [D] bound.
[E] Have alternative [B] comedians castrated, well, [Em] why not?
[A] Cos eunuchs are so nice to have [D] around.
[E] Smiles about our faces gently curl, [A] as we sketch the details of our [D] perfect world.
[G] A world of whites, of ninety [D]-denya-tites, of lads that smell of prokarine.
Where lawns are paved and underarms are shaved, [G] and housewives get their husbands tea.
[C] Oh, there'll be drail-on suites, [Dbm] with stain-resistant seats, [G] from [B] Todmorden to [E] Timbuktu.
[A] In that far-off land, [D] that paradise where dreams [G] come true.
[D]
[G] So this [Bm] is Charlene Dawson [G] saying, goodnight, [G] god bless, [E] take care, drive safely, and if
you hear about any miscarriages of justice, [G] keep shtum.
A [C] world where shopping bags are carried, [Dbm] and Cliff Richards getting married.
[G] Though I [B] wouldn't care to say [Gb] who to.
[A] In that far-off [D] land, that paradise where dreams come [Eb] true.
[G] [N]
[D] It's [G] called The Paradise, [A] where dreams come [D] true.
I [G] was chatting [Bb] to some lady friends [A] of mine the other day, [D] about how life was better [Am] years ago.
[D] There [E] was ballroom dancing, [B] discipline and snow on Christmas [Em] Day, [A] and hanging was quite
common then, you know.
We [Bb] all grew quite nostalgic as [A] we munched our [D] gypsy creams.
[Bm] Our tea was left untasted in the cup.
Suppose we [B] ladies could be granted all our hopes and [A] schemes.
What paradise would then [D] be conjured up?
Our faces [B] were at once alight with [E] glee, as we [A] thought how blissful such a [D] world could be.
[G] A world [Bm] of hope, a world [G] of life, boys, a [E] world where everyone [D] looks nice.
We'll waltz along to our very favourite song, [G] Julie Andrews singing Edelweiss.
[C] And when we rush to our [Dbm] new low-level flush, then the waters they will [E] foam bright blue.
[A] In that far-off land, [D] that paradise where dreams [G] come true.
[D]
[G] We could see it all so [Bb] clearly.
[Am] Country, coast and town, [Bm] where every worker [Bb] grateful [Am] sings and hums.
[E] There could be a bit of [B] flogging, just to keep the unions [E] down, and [A] massive fines for
all [D] unmarried mums.
We [G] could round [Bb] up all the moaners [A] and the lefties, all that lot, and [Bb] send them with
the poets outward [D] bound.
[E] Have alternative [B] comedians castrated, well, [Em] why not?
[A] Cos eunuchs are so nice to have [D] around.
[E] Smiles about our faces gently curl, [A] as we sketch the details of our [D] perfect world.
[G] A world of whites, of ninety [D]-denya-tites, of lads that smell of prokarine.
Where lawns are paved and underarms are shaved, [G] and housewives get their husbands tea.
[C] Oh, there'll be drail-on suites, [Dbm] with stain-resistant seats, [G] from [B] Todmorden to [E] Timbuktu.
[A] In that far-off land, [D] that paradise where dreams [G] come true.
[D]
[G] So this [Bm] is Charlene Dawson [G] saying, goodnight, [G] god bless, [E] take care, drive safely, and if
you hear about any miscarriages of justice, [G] keep shtum.
A [C] world where shopping bags are carried, [Dbm] and Cliff Richards getting married.
[G] Though I [B] wouldn't care to say [Gb] who to.
[A] In that far-off [D] land, that paradise where dreams come [Eb] true.
[G] [N]
Key:
D
G
A
E
Bb
D
G
A
_ And [D] this little song paints a [Bm] picture of [Bb] Charlene's [Am] ideal world.
[D] It's [G] called The Paradise, [A] where dreams come [D] true. _ _
I [G] was chatting [Bb] to some lady friends [A] of mine the other day, [D] about how life was better [Am] years ago.
[D] There [E] was ballroom dancing, [B] discipline and snow on Christmas [Em] Day, [A] and hanging was quite
common then, you know.
We [Bb] all grew quite nostalgic as [A] we munched our [D] gypsy creams.
[Bm] Our tea was left untasted in the cup.
Suppose we [B] ladies could be granted all our hopes and [A] schemes.
What paradise would then [D] be conjured up?
Our faces [B] were at once alight with [E] glee, as we [A] thought how blissful such a [D] world could be.
_ [G] A world [Bm] of hope, a world [G] of life, boys, a [E] world where everyone [D] looks nice.
We'll waltz along to our very favourite song, [G] Julie Andrews singing Edelweiss.
_ [C] And when we rush to our [Dbm] new low-level flush, then the waters they will [E] foam bright blue.
[A] In that far-off land, [D] that paradise where dreams [G] come true.
_ [D] _
[G] We could see it all so [Bb] clearly.
[Am] Country, coast and town, [Bm] where every worker [Bb] grateful [Am] sings and hums.
[E] There could be a bit of [B] flogging, just to keep the unions [E] down, and [A] massive fines for
all [D] unmarried mums.
We [G] could round [Bb] up all the moaners [A] and the lefties, all that lot, and [Bb] send them with
the poets outward [D] bound.
[E] Have alternative [B] comedians castrated, well, [Em] why not?
[A] Cos eunuchs are so nice to have [D] around. _
[E] Smiles about our faces gently curl, [A] as we sketch the details of our [D] perfect world.
[G] A world of whites, of ninety [D]-denya-tites, of lads that smell of prokarine.
Where lawns are paved and underarms are shaved, [G] and housewives get their husbands tea.
[C] Oh, there'll be drail-on suites, [Dbm] with stain-resistant seats, [G] from [B] Todmorden to [E] Timbuktu.
[A] In that far-off land, [D] that paradise where dreams [G] come true.
_ [D] _
[G] So this [Bm] is Charlene Dawson [G] saying, goodnight, [G] god bless, [E] take care, drive safely, and if
you hear about any miscarriages of justice, [G] keep shtum.
_ A [C] world where shopping bags are carried, [Dbm] and Cliff Richards getting married. _
[G] Though I [B] wouldn't care to say [Gb] who to.
[A] In that far-off [D] land, that paradise where dreams come [Eb] true.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
[D] It's [G] called The Paradise, [A] where dreams come [D] true. _ _
I [G] was chatting [Bb] to some lady friends [A] of mine the other day, [D] about how life was better [Am] years ago.
[D] There [E] was ballroom dancing, [B] discipline and snow on Christmas [Em] Day, [A] and hanging was quite
common then, you know.
We [Bb] all grew quite nostalgic as [A] we munched our [D] gypsy creams.
[Bm] Our tea was left untasted in the cup.
Suppose we [B] ladies could be granted all our hopes and [A] schemes.
What paradise would then [D] be conjured up?
Our faces [B] were at once alight with [E] glee, as we [A] thought how blissful such a [D] world could be.
_ [G] A world [Bm] of hope, a world [G] of life, boys, a [E] world where everyone [D] looks nice.
We'll waltz along to our very favourite song, [G] Julie Andrews singing Edelweiss.
_ [C] And when we rush to our [Dbm] new low-level flush, then the waters they will [E] foam bright blue.
[A] In that far-off land, [D] that paradise where dreams [G] come true.
_ [D] _
[G] We could see it all so [Bb] clearly.
[Am] Country, coast and town, [Bm] where every worker [Bb] grateful [Am] sings and hums.
[E] There could be a bit of [B] flogging, just to keep the unions [E] down, and [A] massive fines for
all [D] unmarried mums.
We [G] could round [Bb] up all the moaners [A] and the lefties, all that lot, and [Bb] send them with
the poets outward [D] bound.
[E] Have alternative [B] comedians castrated, well, [Em] why not?
[A] Cos eunuchs are so nice to have [D] around. _
[E] Smiles about our faces gently curl, [A] as we sketch the details of our [D] perfect world.
[G] A world of whites, of ninety [D]-denya-tites, of lads that smell of prokarine.
Where lawns are paved and underarms are shaved, [G] and housewives get their husbands tea.
[C] Oh, there'll be drail-on suites, [Dbm] with stain-resistant seats, [G] from [B] Todmorden to [E] Timbuktu.
[A] In that far-off land, [D] that paradise where dreams [G] come true.
_ [D] _
[G] So this [Bm] is Charlene Dawson [G] saying, goodnight, [G] god bless, [E] take care, drive safely, and if
you hear about any miscarriages of justice, [G] keep shtum.
_ A [C] world where shopping bags are carried, [Dbm] and Cliff Richards getting married. _
[G] Though I [B] wouldn't care to say [Gb] who to.
[A] In that far-off [D] land, that paradise where dreams come [Eb] true.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _