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... or, "Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand". 

It's a very, very simple song, just the bassline, some chords, and maybe a guitar every 
so often. It's mostly keyboard, however. And the sample is B.B. King going "I been 
downhearted baby, ever since the day we met."

'Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand'
Primitive Radio Gods
(O'Connor, Feather, Feather. Contains samples from "How Blue Can You Get" by Feather and 
Feather.)

   G                                 C
   Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
   G                
   Moonlight spills on comic books
       Bm            C
   And superstars in magazines
     G 					     C
   An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
	G 
   Her plane takes off from Baltimore
	Bm             C
   And touches down on Bourbon Street

      G 	      C   
   We sit outside and argue all night long
    G                    
   About a god we've never seen
       Bm             C
   But never fails to side with me
   G                C
   Sunday comes and all the papers say
   Bm               
   Ma Teresa's joined the mob
	C
   And happy with her full time job

   G
   Do do do do doo do
      G		 C
   Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
        G
   Does summer come for everyone?
       Bm	    C
   Can humans do as prophets say?
	G         C
   And if I die before I learn to speak
	G                           Bm
   Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
	C
   But half asleep?

   G
   Do do do do doo do x 2

     G			C  
   A life is time, they teach us growing up
       G                           
   The seconds ticking killed us all
     Bm		     C
   A million years before the fall
	G                 C
   You ride the waves and don't ask where they go
       G             
   You swim like lions through the crest
	Bm               C
   And bathe yourself on zebra flesh
   
   G			 
   I've been downhearted baby,
   I've been downhearted baby,
   	          Bm     C
   Ever since the day we met

(repeat)

As always, this is an interpretation of O'Connor's brilliant song. Corrections, btab, 
are welcome.

-- 
Josh Ellis
gabriel@poboxes.com  http://www.loop.com/~pat1/
"If I die before I learn to speak
Will money pay for all the days
I've lived awake but half-asleep"
	--Primitive Radio Gods