The Tipu House

Intro 

| Dm C | Eb Bb | Dm C | Eb Bb | 



[Verso 1]


       Dm         C      Eb           Bb 
In the Tipu house   live all kinds of people 
     Dm                C 
Old ladies up the back   stairs 
      Eb            Bb         Dm                C 
Young wives drained   away the useless husband's drink 
            Eb         Bb 
Through the long, cold   evening 
Dm            C                Eb             Bb 
Maybe I could be one with some practice and a prayer 




[Refrão]

Fm        C                    Cm         F 
Oh, God's children play in the toxic city garden 
Fm                  C          Cm            F 
Stealing from their brethren a saucy view of war 
     Dm     C            Eb         F 
Of domestic incidents, a guilty copulation 
    Fm               C           Eb            C 
The day of books and roses shown firmly to the door 


Interlude 

| Dm C | Eb Bb | Dm C | Eb Bb | 



[Verso 2]


       Dm          C     Eb            Bb 
In the Tipu house,   you feel for your neighbour 
      Dm              C 
Trade rice and greasy vegetabls 
     Eb      Bb 
Shoulders on which to cry 
    Dm            C 
You don't feel so good about them 
Eb         Bb 
  Quite all  of th time 
    Dm             C 
And someone has to fix the plumbing 
      Eb         Bb 
Or at least give it a try 




[Refrão]

Fm        C                    Cm         F 
Oh, God's children play in the toxic city garden 
Fm                  C          Cm            F 
Stealing from their brethren a saucy view of war 
     Dm     C            Eb         F 
Of domestic incidents, a guilty copulation 
    Fm               C           Eb            C 
The day of books and roses shown firmly to the door 


Flute solo 

| Am | Am | Bb | Bb | 

| Am | Am | Bb | Bb | 



[Verso 3]


       Dm          C           Eb                Bb 
In the Tipu house,   there's a quiet and distant   babble 
Dm           C            Eb                   Bb 
Marital possibilities for all a kind in the air 
  Dm               C            Eb             Bb 
Secrets for better dowries, for joining better families 
Dm             C                        Eb           Bb 
Whispered promises in the hubbub of the market square 




[Refrão]

Fm        C                    Cm         F 
Oh, God's children play in the toxic city garden 
Fm                  C          Cm            F 
Stealing from their brethren a saucy view of war 
     Dm     C            Eb         F 
Of domestic incidents, a guilty copulation 
    Fm               C           Eb            C 
The day of books and roses shown firmly to the door 



[Verso 4]


       Dm          C              Eb   Bb 
In the Tipu house,   there are forever changes 
      Dm         C                Eb               Bb 
Young gladiators nourished by the football terrace beat 
  Dm                  C               Eb         Bb 
Aspired to fly in the   moneylenders' temples of Madrid 
      Dm               C              Eb             Bb 
Dream hungry dreams in smooth Brioni, turning up the heat