Chord Davids Last Summer by Pulp

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - david’s last summer - pulp - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - tabbed by : roastie david fong email : davyfong at gmail this is a little rough . best played with barre chords , enjoy . B C# . . . we made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream , swaying slightly , G# A# drunk on the sun , i suppose . G# A# it was a real summer’s day; the air humming with heat B C# . . . whilst the trees beckoned us into their cool green shade . and when we reached the stream i put a bottle of cider G# A# . . . into the water to chill , both of us knowing that we’d drink it long before it had the chance . C F . . . this is where you want to be , there’s nothing else but you and her , B G and how you spend your time . B C# . . . etc . walking to parties whilst it’s still light outside . peter was upset at first but now he’s in the garden talking to somebody polish . why don’t we set up a tent and spend the night out there? and we can pretend that we’re somewhere foreign , but we’ll still be able to use the fridge if we get hungry , or too hot . C F . . . this is where you want to be , there’s nothing else but you and her , B G . . . and how you use your time . B C# B C# B C# D C# . . . we went driving . C F . . . . this is where you want to be , there’s nothing else but you and her , B G and how you use your time . B G . . . . B D . . . B the room smells faintly of sun tan lotion D . . . in the evening sunlight and when you take off your clothes , you’re still wearing a small pale skin bikini . the sound of children playing in the park comes from faraway , and time slows down to the speed of the specks of dust floating in the light from the window . summer leaves fall from summer trees . summer grazes fade on summer knees . summer nights are slowly getting long . summer’s going so hurry soon it’ll be gone . so we went out to the park at midnight one last time . past the abandoned glasshouse stuffed full of dying palms . past the bandstand down to the boating lake . and we swam in the moonlight for what seemed like hours , until we couldn’t swim anymore . E G . . . E G . . . and as we came out of the water we sensed a certain movement in the air , and we both shivered slightly and ran to collect our clothes . E F# G and as we walked home we could hear A B the leaves curling and turning brown on the trees , C# D E 7th fret . . . and the birds deciding where to go for winter . and the whole sound , the whole sound of summer packing it’s bags and preparing to leave town . oh but i want you to stay . oh please stay for a while , oh i want you to stay , oh i want you to stay .