Portobello Road

Intro: C, Fmaj7, C, Am, G, C
    C                         Fmaj7      C
The walls are graffitied, the rubbish is strung,
    Am       G           Fmaj7
the carneval has come to town.
    C                          Fmaj7      C
The window's still borded, the police are scared.
     Am              G           C
Last week this whole city burned down.
         C                 Fmaj7           C
There is no situation that they can't make worse.
        Am          G         Fmaj7
There's thirty-five-thousand arounds;
            C                       Fmaj7    C
and they'll gravely chase after the fears or foes,
   Am          G      C
provided their easily founds.
    Fmaj7               C
So, imagine the future, imagine a boot,
Am        G     Fmaj7
imagine a human face.
     C                      Fmaj7      C
And imagine a country where everyone's watched,
         Fmaj7      G             C
and then firmly put back in their place.
     C                         Fmaj7       C
From Ladbroke Grove Station to Nottinghill Gates,
    Am        G            Fmaj7
the market is dead, on its feet.
     C                           Fmaj7          C
Past Orwells old house with dead looks in their eyes.
           Am              G            C
And their clipboards, they march on the beat.
          C                  Fmaj7           C
You could go after them with guitars in your hands,
            Am         G       Fmaj7
but they'll sure enough quickly deploy
            C               Fmaj7         C
drones that steal from you, choke you and shatter your bones.
       Am   G      C
Those (...) always destroy.
    Fmaj7               C
So, imagine the future, imagine a boot,
Am        G     Fmaj7
imagine a human face.
     C                      Fmaj7      C
And imagine a country where everyone's watched,
         Fmaj7      G             C
and then firmly put back in their place.
C, F, C, Am, G, F, C, F, C, Am, G, C
      C                          Fmaj7       C
So we gathered in silence in the back of the bar
       Am               G             Fmaj7
on the street where the bands used to play.
 C                     Fmaj7       C
Nursing our drinks and cursing our luck,
       Am            G             C
surely they don't deserve the last sake.
           C                          Fmaj7        C
Raise your instruments high, and your voice to the sky,
            Am          G            Fmaj7
'cause it's all that we have for the fight.
         C                       Fmaj7        C
But when they turn this all into one shopping mall,
         Am      G             C
they'll finally sleep well at night.
    Fmaj7               C
So, imagine the future, imagine a booze,
Am        G     Fmaj7
imagine a human face.
     C                      Fmaj7      C
And imagine a country where everyone's watched,
         Fmaj7      G             C
and then firmly put back in their place.