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"Airstream Bohemians" - John Gorka from "Between Five and Seven" 1996

Dm  C  Bb  C (twice)

Dm        C             Bb 
She had a reconstructed face

       C              Dm
And he had no lips to speak of

             C              Bb
There was no feature out of place

       C          Dm          C           Bb         C    Dm  C  Bb  C  
And no recipe for sweet love, sweet love, sweet love...


From an Indiana Dodge
To an Airstream by the parkway
In the silver they would lodge
And as for love they hit it sharply...


He was the type to look for work
Although not the kind to find it
She was an office temp and clerk
He didn't have to be reminded, 
But he minded...

Bridge:
	Cm                     Bb 
	He was a writer in his dreams

        	                C    Dm
	He sent his thoughts to magazines

 	              C              Bb
	He'd get them back without a check

	          C          Dm   C  Bb  C  Dm  C  Bb  C 
	What do bohemians expect?


He started hanging out with those
Collectively misunderstood
Their only thought was how to pose
And as their failure he was something good...

(bridge chords)
	She roomed and boarded him for years
	She was supported in her fears
	She was a ruby in his shoe
	His neck was red enough for two

	She had dreams all of her own
	She'd tell him that soon on the phone
	She wasn't ever coming back
	She was never bored, she would give him that


He came home drunk out of his head
Except she wasn't there to steer
He needed her to find the bed
She left the Airstream running clear

She had a reconstructed face
With no regrets to speak of
Seems she was not the docile type
Without the recipe for sweet love