Date: 3 Nov 1997 19:55:44 GMT
From: sercas2@aol.com (SerCas2)
Subject: Guitar:"Last Night, Maudlin Street"


This song is simply two chord structures...  as you see here...   they go one
 after the other over and over again...   I didn't put where but you can figure
 it out... I have never seen this song posted, I've known it for at least 5
 years...  enjoy..
Serg...  :)

“Late Night, Maudlin Street”
By Morrissey

/C      /G      /C      /G
(Winter,...the snow,...winter,...for sure...)
/Em     /Bm     /D      /Em     /Em     /Bm     /D      /E
The last night on Maudlin Street,
Goodbye house, goodbye stairs,
I was born here,
I was raised here, 
And...I took some stick here,

/C      /G      /C      /G
Love at first sight may sound trite,
But it's true, you know,
I could list the details,
Of everything you ever wore,
Or said, or how you stood that day,

As we spend the last night,
On Maudlin Street, 
"Goodbye house-forever!"
I never stole a happy hour around here,

Where the world's ugliest boy,
Became what you see,
Here I am - the ugliest man,

The last night on Maudlin Street,
Truly I do love you,
Oh, truly I do love you,

When I sleep with that picture of,
You framed beside my bed,
Oh, it's childish and it's silly,
But I think it's you, in my room,
By the bed (...yes, I told you it was silly...),

And I know,
I took strange pills,
But I never meant to hurt you,
Oh, oh truly I love you,

Came home late one night,
Everyone had gone to bed,
(But you know)
Nobody stays up for you,
I had sixteen stitches,
All around my head,

Oh, the last bus I missed to Maudlin Street,
So, he drove me home in the Van,
Complaining,
"Women only like me for my mind..."

Don't leave your torch behind,
A power-cuts ahead,
(1972, you know)
And so we crept through the park,
No I cannot steal a pair of jeans,
Off a clothesline, for you,

But you...without clothes,
Oh I could not keep a straight face,
Me - without clothes?
Well a nation turns its back and gags...
I'm packed,

I am moving house,
A half-life disappears today,
With every hand waves me on,
Secretly wishing me gone,
Well, I will be soon,
(oh - I will be soon...)
(...I will be soon...)

There were bad times on Maudlin Street,
They took you away in a police car,
Inspector - don't you know?
Don't you care?
Don't you know - about Love?

Your gran died,
And your mother died,
On Maudlin Street,
In pain and ashamed,
With never time to say,
Those special things,

I took the keys from Maudlin Street,
Well, it's only bricks and mortar!
Oh, oh...truly I do love you,
Wherever you are,
Wherever you are,
Wherever you are,
(I hope you're singing now)
(Oh, I do....I)
(I hope you're singing now)

--"I thought that if you had an acoustic guitar, Then it meant that you were a
 Protest Singer, I could smile about it know, But at the time it was
 terrible"-- "Shakespeare's Sister"