From J.A.Jackson@btinternet.com Fri Feb 20 21:16:29 1998
Date: Thu, 19 Feb 1998 11:55:26 -0000
From: James Jackson <J.A.Jackson@btinternet.com>
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To: patrick@spy.net
Subject: The Fame

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Dear Patrick I was looking through your B-sides and realised that the Fame
wasn't there yet. I think it's a great song so I had a go at it myself.
This is my first time and I'm only 13 so here goes:

Title : The Fame 
By   : Noel Gallagher/Oasis
From: Steven Jackson 

Intro : Use a G for the intro

   D                           D
Makes like class but not in your hands
   D                           D
It'll shoot you down right where you stand
  G                            D                     C                     
       A
And it don't care for what you will or which way you might sway
  D                             D 
It calls you up but not on the phone
   D                            D
And it will drag you from your throne
  G		              D		C		A
And you may laugh while you sit there sippin' your champagne
  G		      D		  C  		A
But may I laugh at your despair, sniffin' your cocaine
   	G		        D			   C		A
I'm a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce and I'm howling at the moon
            G		D	G	
Is my happening too deafening for you for you?

		G
It's maybe the fame ay ain
		    G
It's forgotten your name hey ain
        C            A         C            A     G
The tears you cry you never can explain ay ain
                 G  
And I remain hey ain
   C           A             C           A    G
Blowing through you like a hurricaine ay ain
      G                 G                  G
It's a shame  It's a shame It's a shame

2nd verse

It will not fall down from the sky
It don't eat no bramble pie
And you may have your quiet life but I bet you don't know why
It leaves you a mess you didn't believe
You still don't know what makes me breathe
And you may laugh while you sit there sippin' your champagne
But may I laugh at your despair when your sniffin' your cocaine

Bridge

I'm a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce and I'm howling at the moon
Is my happening too deafening for you  for you?

Chorus 

It's maybe the fame
It's forgotten your name
The tears you cry you never did explain 
And I remain 
Blowing through you like a hurricaine


Any corrections comments welcome . Send to: J.A.Jackson@btinternet.com