I hope someone better than me can improve this. The C -> B on "journal-oust" is very rough and needs improvement. I think the C#m with the decending root sounds right, but I'm not sure. Transcribing piano tunes on guitar is hard :( [email protected] Song For Phil Daoust by Tim Minchin E G# This is a song for Phil Daoust: A C B occasional Guardian Newspaper journal-oust. E G# I never ever ever mentioned your name, A B or the review that you wrote, when I was new to this game. C#m C#m/C But now the time has come, C#m/B C#m/Bb I think I've dealt with my feelings at last. F#m I really wanna forgive ya Phil, B A B yeah I wanna put the past in the past-a E G# Oh and as this is such a big tour, A C B I thought I outta take the opportunity. E G# 'Cause there's a pretty good chance somebody out there will know you, A B Maybe they would pass on a message for me. C#m C#m/C C#m/B C#m/Bb Just wanna say, Phil Daoust, occasional Guardian Newspaper journal-oust, F#m That it's been three years since you wrote it, G#m and time is very healing. A But I still wanna cut big chunks of flesh out of your stupid face B and make your children watch while I force you to eat them. A B Yeah I wanna make your children watch you eat your own face-meat. E B Ding Dang Ding Dang Dong, C#m G#m This is my Phil Doust Song, A E Everybody sing along, A La la la la la la la, B E I hope one of your family' members dies. B Phil, Ding Dang Dong. C#m G#m I've written you this special song, A E to help you get the attention - A B you obviously, desperately lack. And I know that you're a smart man, and with such a fine mind, I guess it has to be hard- To resist throwing narcissistic, intellectual tantrums in the supermarket isles of your self-regard. Just wanna say, Phil Daoust, I know it must be really hard to be a journal-oust. While a deadlines always looming, and the pressure to be entertaining. So maybe you should quit and get a job that you'd be better at - like killing yourself, you fucking cunt. Ding Dang Ding Dang Dong, This is my Phil Doust Song, Everybody sing along, Tra la la la la la la, I hope something you love catches on fire. Phil, Ding Dang Dong. I've written you this special song, to show how far I've come along - in my efforts to be more mature in the face of negative feedback. You fucking poo-face.
