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This song was written by Katzenjammer, an awesome all-girl Norwegian folk/pop band from Oslo. This song can be found on their album Le Pop from 2008.
A Bar in Amsterdam
by Katzenjammer
[Gm] Nine hours passed and how long will it last
says the [Bb] man with the [C] plan and a [D] gun in his hand.
He's [Gm] scared but prepared it might be as he feared
are they [Bb] still in control and [C] safe behind the [D] wall.
This [Gm] evening's too quiet oh we need a real riot
to [Bb] shake and to break and to [C] bite like a [D] snake.
We're [Gm] stuck in this attic so bored and so static
to- [Bb] morrow they'll ask us to [C] throw off our [D] masks.
(Chorus
But the [Gm] storm is a'coming 'cross the [Bb] hills tonight
like a [Eb] vein full of [Bb] rain to the [F] hearts that should fight.
The [Gm] storm is a'coming 'cross the [Bb] hills tonight
like a [Eb] vein full of [Bb] rain to the [F] hearts that should fight.)
Break
Mary's like me she's a loser to be
got a lock on her door and a bed on the floor.
They will know they will win and then they'll come in.
There's nothing you could say to lead them astray.
We still live in silence like sworn threats of violence.
I long for an end and it's coming round the bend.
If we live through this night and we'd still be allright.
We'd flee to Siam or a bar in Amsterdam.
Chorus
says the [Bb] man with the [C] plan and a [D] gun in his hand.
He's [Gm] scared but prepared it might be as he feared
are they [Bb] still in control and [C] safe behind the [D] wall.
This [Gm] evening's too quiet oh we need a real riot
to [Bb] shake and to break and to [C] bite like a [D] snake.
We're [Gm] stuck in this attic so bored and so static
to- [Bb] morrow they'll ask us to [C] throw off our [D] masks.
(Chorus
But the [Gm] storm is a'coming 'cross the [Bb] hills tonight
like a [Eb] vein full of [Bb] rain to the [F] hearts that should fight.
The [Gm] storm is a'coming 'cross the [Bb] hills tonight
like a [Eb] vein full of [Bb] rain to the [F] hearts that should fight.)
Break
Mary's like me she's a loser to be
got a lock on her door and a bed on the floor.
They will know they will win and then they'll come in.
There's nothing you could say to lead them astray.
We still live in silence like sworn threats of violence.
I long for an end and it's coming round the bend.
If we live through this night and we'd still be allright.
We'd flee to Siam or a bar in Amsterdam.
Chorus