I'm a stickler for making chords the same as the albums because I lke to
  play along with some of the songs. Anyway this is a piano tune, so some of
  these chords aren't totally spot on. The B7 is  probably missing some dim or
  aug notes.

  Notes on the runs: The D->Dmaj7->D7->D6 run is a D chord with a note running
  down D->C#->C->B. The Em->Em- ->Em7 run is an E minor with note running down
  E->Eflat->D

  That F#dim? Well nearly, it's the closest I can make it sound on a guitar.

  (Notice that D->E->F# run? It's the same kind of F->G->A sequence that Al
  uses in Millie Brown and in "You don't even know me" in the "You don't know
  me at all" line that the song ends with.)

  [B]The earthquake hit at [B7]6 19 with a [E]jolt
  [Em]People went running for the[B] doorways
  And for the[B7] next half minute it [E] shook
  [Em]Up on the 17th [B] floor the somm[D#m]eli[Aflatm]er was [F#]opening the
  wine
  He knew the [D] great hotel was solidly built
  Still it [E] must have been a miracle that [F#] nothing got spilt

  [B]Terry O'Shea got [B7]up from the Chippendale [E]chair
  [Em]Talking on the telephone
  [B]Looking perplexed [B7] waving a hand in the [E]air
  [Em]In the great room all alone
  [B]Fifty years [D#m]old tod [Aflatm]ay, a [F#]microdot billionaire
  [D]Putting on a party like a Hollywood guy
  With [E] all the food and wine that his [F#]money could buy

  The [D] band came in [Dmaj7]arguing as usual
  About [D7]nothing in particular
  It [D6]always seemed to be this [Em] way
  Tuning up and [Em-]putting out setlists
  Of [Em7]all the stupid songs that mus[A]icians hate to [D]play
  Still it could be [Dmaj7]better than usual
  The [D7]]food looked great and it was[D6]money not glory
  [Em]So when the [Em-]clock struck eight
  They[Em7] began the theme [F#dim] from Love Story

  It all repeats.  Words transcribed below because the text is hard to read on
  the album.

  Time went by with no one arriving at at all
  It was just Terry and the pictures
  of dead people frowning from the wall
  They didn't look very pleased
  It was completely clear nobody was coming
  They were all staying home with their earthquake kits
  Waiting for thge aftershocks to hit

  Thirty decanters of wine sat ready to pout
  1961 Margaux and Petrus and Chateau Latour
  Swaying in unison
  Lobstrer and caviar shrimp and salmon
  They were all laid out with artistic flair
  The waiters were already eyeing their share

  Teryy got up and he said Enough
  And told the band to stop playing that dreadful stuff
  He made them all come over to the table
  And gave them wine that they had never dreamt of
  So they worked their way through the burgundy and port
  And started to relax
  They discovered thay had more in common than they thought
  And so they went back

  Over to the stand and started playing again
  But this time differently
  It got loud and louder and fairly insane
  People heard it down in the street
  It felt so good, they were smiling at each other
  The waiters all ran out covering their ears
  There was plaster from the ceiling on the crystal chandeliers

  Terry was dancing like a madman andwaving his hands
  At anything and everything
  Kicking up the dust from the carpet and doing handstands
  Cackling and yodeling
  This was a birthday bash he hadn't anticipated
  Spinning like a top in the middle of the room
  While the hotel shook to a sonic boom

Guitar Solo   Transcribed by Rob Watson rob@gcmac.demon.co.uk

   B        C7dim    E         Em         B       C7dim

E|--7s2------------|--------------------|7s2-----11s8--8s5-|
B|-7----7s4--------|------5-7-8-7b8r7-5-|----7s4-----------|
G|8---------8s5-5s2|----4---------------|------------------|
D|-----------------|4s6-----------------|------------------|
A|-----------------|--------------------|------------------|
E|-----------------|--------------------|------------------|

   E       Em                   B             D#m/A#

E|-------s12-14-(14pb15)r14-12|11h12p11-------11-14-16|
B|9s12-12---------------------|---------12------------|
G|----------------------------|------------11---------|
D|----------------------------|-----------------------|
A|----------------------------|-----------------------|
E|----------------------------|-----------------------|

   G#m       F#               D

E|17b19-14-16-14------------|10----12b14r12-10-|
B|---------------17-16-14---|13b15-------------|
G|------------------------16|------------------|
D|--------------------------|------------------|
A|--------------------------|------------------|
E|--------------------------|------------------|

   E     F#                B

E|12----21-18-14h16p14---|-----|
B|15b17----------------17|17b19|
G|-----------------------|-----|
D|-----------------------|-----|
A|-----------------------|-----|
E|-----------------------|-----|


  After a while he passed out cold on the floor
  And dreamed revealing things
  Then he didn't have computers anymore
  or fawning underlings
  He was running through the trees on a tropical isle
  No more feeling tense
  In a flower pattern shirt of quetionable style
  It all made sense

  The band went back to their homes in the Hollywood hills
  Better than they'd ever felt
  Waking up their sleep-addled wives with rambling tales
  It didn't go down very well
  But as a legacy they called a band meeting
  And decided they were going to give up playing covers
  From that day on they got along with one anothoer

  Terry woke up and strange as the story may seem
  Though he felt terrible
  He found withthe dawn he could still remember his dream
  So ge just fell away
  Nobody's seen him since
  But I like to think of him
  Sitting on a beach like Gaugin  wearing a smile
  Waiting for the brown-eyed girl, she'll be there in a while
  Maybe thinking back now and then to a long ago time
  The night that the band got the wine
  The night that the band got the wine

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