No Aphrodisiac Lyrics
by The Whitlams
Date: Mon, 27 Oct 1997 23:31:11 +1100 (EST)
From: Daniel Meijer
To: guitar@olga.net
Subject: CRD: Whitlams - "No Aphrodisiac"
"No Aphrodisiac" by The Whitlams
This song is very simple, harmonically, even with the embellishments of
the string section (Sydney's Fourplay - check them out!), but this doesn't
detract from the song's impact. Love Tim Freedman's lyrics!!
Chords as follows - played by piano or arpeggiated by guitar. These are
just the chords, voice them as you like, but on the CD, in the arpeggios,
the guitar plays all chords as barre chords:
The arpeggios are picked:
A letter to you on a cassette
'cause we don't write anymore
gotta make it up quickly -
there's people asleep on the second floor
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
truth, beauty, and a picture of you.
You'll be walking your dog in a few hours
I'll be asleep in my brother's house
You're a thousand miles away
with food between your teeth
Come up for summer, I've got a place near the beach
There's room for your dog
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
truth, beauty, and a picture of you.
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
truth, beauty, and a picture of you.
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Youth, truth, beauty, fame, boredom, and a bottle of pills
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
You shouldn't leave me alone
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Bare feet like a tomboy, and a crooked smile
Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom, red hair, no hair, innocence,
Saturday, and a picture of you
A letter to you on a cassette
You shouldn't leave me alone
Forty and shaved, sexy, wants to do it all day
with a gun-totin' trigger-happy trannie named Kinky Renee
Tired teacher twenty-eight seeks regular meetings
for masculine muscular nappy-clad brutal breeding
while his wife rough-wrestles with a puppy all
aquiver on a wine-soaked strobe-lit asiatic hall of mirrors
and a dash of loneliness
There's no aphrodisiac quite like it
Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom, red hair, no hair, innocence,
impunity, and a picture of you
I got a video setup me love you short time
she pay me suck his finger with some fine wine
and a dash of loneliness
Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom, red hair, no hair, innocence,
awkwardness, impunity, and a picture of you.
Hope you enjoy this transcription - please let me know what you think!
All lyrics are property and copyright of their respective owners. Lyrics provided for educational purposes only.