from "Out Of Water" (1990)
chord transcription by Maxim Koutskevitch <firstname.lastname@example.org>, 19.05.98, corrections welcome
[struct 1] F#m9 g# g f# F#m9 g# g f# In the new ho-tel on Fi- es-ta Night E the staff are bored; F#m9 g# g f# F#m9 g# g f# Donna Y-sa-bel dances, zom-bie-like, E the guests applaud.... D/F# The colour is local, B the tourists are tanned A/E the natives are restless D/A Em7 B and everything's second hand. [struct 1] Places disappear, but the names endure as alibis; memory's hazy here, no one's really sure of how time flies.... Well drunk the bass player cries into his beer - are Yzabel's mother or Yzabel dancing here? A7/E After hours all the couriers are in the bar round the corner with the drivers in a game of cards... F#m7/C# In bursts Ysabel, her hair let loose, her limbs set free; on the tabletops she's dancing to a memory - conversations stops and every eye is turned to see... B7 a g f# e d# Em7 Em7,9 f# f e Em7 something a--bout Y-sa-bel's dance. [struct 1] It's a shrinking world, it's a fun-packed cruise, a museum trip: skirt the native girl, check the rabid dog, rejoin the ship. There's no Charlie Mingus, his Tijnena's gone... This smile for the camera is all just a tourist con. [PH plays on stage:] BB-BBBBBCC-DD-CC-BB-BCCCC-AA [several times] A7/E But after hours all the couriers and drivers know of a cantina where there's every chance that she might show, F#m7/C# and maybe Ysabel will dance the dance for real again, her mother's footsteps, vice and virtue, lust and love and pain. There's something here the anthropologists dare not explain, B7 a g f# e d# Em7 Em7,9 f# f e Em7 something a--bout Y--sa-bel's dance.