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Whistle song

Text: J. Berg
Musik: J. Berg

Text

There is something in her eyes
that’s making me scared
It’s clinging to my shirt now
like static in her hair
And something here is wrong
I heard it when she spoke
Her dust flows through my veins now
and I’m yesterday’s joke

And it seems impossible to meet her simple needs
She breathes invincible
and it’s giving me the creeps
She’s still the wild one here, the incendiary soul
She is in flame and I am cold
god I’m getting old

She is talking through a yawn
and the radio is on
I listen through the thin walls
and someone’s whistling along
There is something in the air
Squeezing out sparks
The striplight flickers and then dies
and leaves us in the dark

And I’d make you a believer
But you’re not a receiver
And you’re now a believer
And you’re not a receiver
And I’ll make you a believer
But you’re not a receiver
And I’ll make you a believer
But you’re not a receiver
And I’ll make you a believer
But you’re not a receiver
Yeah I’ll make you a believer
Because you’re not a receiver

Ackord

|F     |Fmaj7 Am |Dm     |Dm7     | 2x

            F                     Fmaj7
  There is something in her eyes
                  Dm       Dm7
  that's making me scared
         Gm             Gmmaj7
  It's clinging to my shirt now
Gm7      C         Dm     Dm7
  like static in her hair
       F                       Fmaj7
  And something here is wrong
                    Dm      Dm7
  I heard it when she spoke
       Gm                    Gmmaj7
  Her dust flows through my veins now
Gm7    C           Dm  Dm/C
  I'm yesterday's joke 

|Gm    |Gsus2 |

Bb                Gm          C               F
  And it seems impossible to meet her simple needs
Bb                Gm                C              Dm
  She breathes invincible and it's giving me the creeps
Bb                 Gm                   C        F
  She's still the wild one here, the incendiary soul
Bb            Gm          C
  She is in flame and I am cold
                  Bbadd9 Bbm/Db
  God I'm getting old 

|F     |Fmaj7 Am |Dm     |Dm7     | 2x

          F                       Fmaj7
  She is talking through a yawn
                  Dm    Dm7
  and the radio is on
     Gm                  Gmmaj7
  I listen through the thin walls
Gm7               C         Dm   Dm7
  and someone's whistling along
            F                     Fmaj7
  There is something in the air
              Dm       Dm7
  Squeezing out sparks
         Gm               Gmmaj7
  The striplight flickers and then dies
Gm7    C              Dm    Dm/C
  and leaves us in the dark 

|Gm    |Gsus2 |

Bb                Gm          C               F
  And it seems impossible to meet her simple needs
Bb                Gm                C              Dm
  She breathes invincible and it's giving me the creeps
Bb                 Gm                   C        F
  She's still the wild one here, the incendiary soul
Bb            Gm          C
  She is in flame and I am cold
                  Bb   Dm
  God I'm getting old
                    Bb    Dm   F
  God it's getting cold 

Bb                      Dm     F
  And I'd make you a believer
Bb                       Dm    F
  'cause you're not a receiver
Bb                    Dm    F
  And you're now a believer
Bb                    Dm    F
  And you're not a receiver...     <-- några gånger

|Bb   |Bb   |Dm   |F   |  16x

|Bb   |Bb   |Dm   |F   | ett par gånger