Dude Dude Chick is having a prolific month. Four gigs, four new songs.

I’m not the type to go and tell, but I couldn’t keep it to myself. I tell ’em this here song is by somebody else.
Sundaysarah.

Me and Twentyfour wrote this one together.

Autumn

Sunday Sarah
D A
Sunday Sarah saved me
D
from myself
D F
Monday Sarah I can think of
G D
no one else
D A
Tuesday Sarah don’t think I
D
can wait any more
D F
Wednesday Sarah stayed
G D
til Thursday morn.
e- G
It’s Friday Sarah I’m frightened
D
what shall I do?
D A
It’s Saturday Sarah I ain’t ready to
D
tell you.
D
So Sunday Sarah
A D
all I can say
D F G
I’ll try to tell you I love you
D
Someday.

Autumn

I made my way back in Autumn
She was already there.
I showed my hand too soon;
For all the rain in June
You need not ask if she cared.

Tried to clean the apartment,
Tried to blow it away.
Apply a coat of paint
to cover certain stains
It can’t hide the decay.

Something long the way remained:
A loss, continued pain
For me
It was an aweful shame
And I’m to blame
I played the fool.
And yet I still refrain
From making change
And breaking chains
Frau Whats-her-name
Step off the frame
So I can claim
To be with you.

I replaced all the lightbulbs.
Still out of ideas.
Don’t need to do the math
Or over fill the bath
To understand just how I feel.

So I got back to drowning.
That’s how I ended down here;
You try to lose the mind and
Leave the soul behind
To make that pain disappear.

We met at Jello Biafra.
I saw you there with your date.
“If you have your doubts and
Things don’t work out
Call eight oh four four seven six eight”.

(Chorus)

I found my way back in Autumn
I found you already there.
Maybe too soon to call
Till we get through fall.

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