heliocentric@breathe.com
2nd December 2000, 5.11pm
Shaun Hand, 16, Birmingham

GENO
(Rowland, Archer)

From 'Searching For The Young Soul Rebels' (Parlophone, 1980)

This is one of the best songs ever written,some of the lyrics I don't think are right and some are just incomprehendible, but please correct me where I've gone wrong.

Chords used:

C#:  9-11-11-10-99
B:   799877
F#m: 244222
A:   577655
F#:  244322
E:   022100

N.C.(crowd chanting and horns)

C# B (x4)

C#                 B                        C#         B
Back in sixty, the weight of his work at de club (oh Geno)
    C#                       B              C#     B
??? Jimmy's my scene and the rocksteady rub    (oh Geno)
     B                         F#m
On a night when flowers didn't suit my tune,
        B                    F#m
After a week of longing, I'm back in school,
  B                 F#m
Geno is heading the crowd that night
         B                              F#m
A-just a-?????? his ??????? and keeping out of the fights.

A        E            B           F#
Academic inspiration, you gave me none,
A          E                B                F#
You were Michael the lover, the fighter that won,
A            E                   B               F#
But now just look at me as I'm a-looking down on you,
A          E                    B             F#
No I'm not being flash it's what I'm built to do.

C#

C# B (x2)

C#                B                         C#         B
That man took the stage, his towel swinging high (oh Geno)
C#              B                     C#             B
This man was my bombers, my dexys, my highs      (oh Geno)
        B                              F#m
Oh, the crowd they all hailed you, and chanted your name,
               B                          F#m
But they never knew, like we knew, me and you were the same,
    B                         F#m
And now you're all over, your sound is so tame,
       B                                F#m
Brrrrrri, you fed me and plainly I'll remember your name,

A        E            B           F#
Academic inspiration, you gave me none,
A          E                B                F#
You were Michael the lover, the fighter that won,
A            E                   B               F#
But now just look at me as I'm a-looking down on you,
A          E                B                 F#
No I'm not being flash it's what I'm built to do.

A B F# E (x2) A B C#
(Instrumental)

C#

     B    C#
Oh Geno,
     B
Woah Geno