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From: schnitzi@east.isx.com (Mark J. Schnitzius) Satellite from Spike tabbed by ah-HA! Pronoun trouble <MELINDA@delphi.com> [intro] Em C#m A B
EShe looked like she C#mlearned to dance
B>From a serAies of still pictures
EShe's madly exC#mcited now
BShe throws her hands up Alike a tulip G#7/B# B G#7/B# C#m F#7/A# B ----------- She looks like an illustration of a cocktail party | | 1 1 1 | | | | | | 2 | 3 | | | | G#m G#7/B# Where cartoon bubbles burst in the air
C#m F#7/A# B A Champagne rolls off her tongue like a second language F#7/A# B E --x-------- And it should have been her biggest night | | 1 | | | | | | | 2 | 3 | | 3 | | A F# B B7/D# E The satellite looks down on her as she begins to cry B7/D# tacet C#m A ----------- All over the world at the very same time | | 1 | | | | | | 2 | 2 | | | | | | B B7/D# E People sharing the same sorrow
As the C#msatellite looks Adown
Her Bdarkest hour is Asomebody's bright B7tomorrow EHe pulled on a C#mcigarette Bin the crook of Ahis first finger
EFelt the static elC#mectric charge Bof her perfect Ahourglass figure
B G#7/B# C#m F#7/A# B As he undressed her with his eyes her weakness was his talent G#m G#7/B# C#m How could she know as she stepped through the lights F#7/A# B A That her dress would become transparent
And Bwith his face pressed Eto the screen
A F# B B7/D# E He muttered words he'd never dare to say if she could see him tacet C#m A All over the world at the very same time B B7/D# E People sharing the same cheap sensation
The C#thrill of watching Asomebody watching
BThose forbidden Athings we never B7mention [chorus]
The EsatellC#m7ite looks Adown right B7now and foErever
What C#m7it has pulled aApart, let B7no man tether
G#mHis own body to his F#dream, his dream to someone F#melse
Oh no, oh noB B7 She went Eback to her pitiful C#mcompromise, Bhe'd go back Ato his family
EBut for the matter of a C#mthousand miles that Bseparated Athem entirely
B G#7/B# C#m F#7/A# B In the hot unloving spotlight with the secrets it arouses G#m G#7/B# C#m F#7/A# B A Now they both know what it's like inside a pornographer's trousers
And in a Bfunny way it's aEnonymous
A F# B B7/D# E C#m The satellite, it blesses us and makes these dreams come true
AAll over the C#mworld at the very same Atime
All over the C#mworld
[chorus] [last 2 chords are B7 and Dsus2, which is a regular D with the E open]