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Knights in white
satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed, with these eyes before,
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.
Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through, they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.
And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
Knights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed, with these eyes before,
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
EM D EM D C G D EM EM D EM D C G D EM EM D C EM D EM D EM
NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN
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G Am G
Nights in
white satin, never reaching the end.
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C Bb Am
Letters I’ve
written, never meaning to send.
Am
G Am G
Beauty I’d
always missed with these eyes before,
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C Bb Am
Just what the
truth is, I can’t say anymore.
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And I love you,
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Yes, I love
you,
Am -G Am G - Em
Oh, how I love
you, oh how I love you.
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G Am G
Gazing at
people, some hand in hand.
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C Bb Am
Just what I’m
going through, they can’t understand.
Am
G Am G
Some try to
tell me thoughts they cannot defend.
F
C Bb Am
Just what you
want to be, you’ll be in the end.
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Sixty Years On |
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YOUR SONG |
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C F(OPEN HIGH E) G EM AM AM F C G E AM C F G AM F AM F AM OPEN AM F C F G
CANDLE IN THE WIND
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Goodbye Norma Jean Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled They crawled out of the woodwork And they whispered into your brain They set you on the treadmill And they made you change your name And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never knowing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever did Loneliness was tough The toughest role you ever played Hollywood created a superstar And pain was the price you paid Even when you died Oh the press still hounded you All the papers had to say Was that Marilyn was found in the nude Goodbye Norma Jean From the young man in the 22nd row Who sees you as something as more than sexual More than just our Marilyn Monroe |
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DANIEL
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Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes They say Spain is pretty though I've never been Well Daniel says it's the best place that he's ever seen Oh and he should know, he's been there enough Lord I miss Daniel, oh I miss him so much Daniel my brother you are older than me Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal Your eyes have died but you see more than I Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes |
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FRIENDS
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Goodbye Yellow Brick Road |
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When are you gonna come down When are you going to land I should have stayed on the farm I should have listened to my old man You know you can't hold me forever I didn't sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing the blues So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road What do you think you'll do then I bet that'll shoot down your plane It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics To set you on your feet again Maybe you'll get a replacement There's plenty like me to be found Mongrels who ain't got a penny Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
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I Guess That's Why They Call It TheBlues |
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Don't wish it away Don't look at it like it's forever Between you and me I could honestly say That things can only get better And while I'm away Dust out the demons inside And it won't be long before you and me run To the place in our hearts where we hide And I guess that's why they call it the blues Time on my hands could be time spent with you Laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers And I guess that's why they call it the blues Just stare into space Picture my face in your hands Live for each second without hesitation And never forget I'm your man Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you More than I love life itself |
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Sixty Years On |
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Who'll walk me down to church when I'm sixty years of age When the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the grave And señorita play guitar, play it just for you My rosary has broken and my beads have all slipped through You've hung up your great coat and you've laid down your gun You know the war you fought in wasn't too much fun And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun I've no wish to be living sixty years on Yes I'll sit with you and talk let your eyes relive again I know my vintage prayers would be very much the same And Magdelena plays the organ, plays it just for you Your choral lamp that burns so low when you are passing through And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun I've no wish to be living sixty years on |
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Tiny Dancer |
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Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can't hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
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Your Song |
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It's a little bit funny this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live If I was a sculptor, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show I know it's not much but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you that keep it turned on So excuse me forgetting but these things I do You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue Anyway the thing is what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen |
DANNY'S SONG
People smile and tell me i'm the
lucky one.
And you've just begun, think i'm gonna have a
son.
He will be like she and me free as a dove,
conceived in love. The sun is gonna shine above.
And even though we aint got
money,
I'm so inlove with you honey.
Everything will bring a change in love.
And in the mornin' when I rise,
bring a tear of joy to my eyes
and tell me, everything, is gonna be alright.
Seems as though a month ago I
was Beta Chi.
Never got high. Oh I was a sorry guy.
But now a smile a face a girl who shares my
name.
Now i'm through with the game.
This boyy will never be the same.
They say Virgo risein' is a very
good sign.
Strong and kind. And the litte boy is mine.
Now I see a family where there once was none.
Now it's just begun. Yeah were gonna fly to the
sun.
Love the girl who holds the
world in a paper cup.
Drink it up. Love her and she'll bring you luck.
And if you find she helps your mind buddy take
her home.
Don't you live alone. Try to earn what lovers
own.
C G AM F G C G AM F G F G C AM F G C AM F G C AM F F G G C F C G
All I Have To Do Is Dream - Everly Brothers
1.
2. F Dm Gm C7
3. When I want you in my arms
4. F Dm Gm C7
5. When I want you and all your charms
6. F Dm Bb C7
7. Whenever I want you all I have to do is
8. F Dm Bb C7
9. Dream Dream Dream Dream
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11. F Dm Gm C7
12. When I feel Blue in the night
13. F Dm Gm C7
14. and I need you to hold me tight
15. F Dm Bb C7 F Bb F F7
16. Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream
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18. Bb Am
19. I can make you mine taste your lips of wine
20. Gm C7 F F7
21. any time night or day
22. Bb Am
23. Only trouble is Gosh Gee Whiz
24. G7 C7
25. I'm dreamin' my life away
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27. F Dm Gm C7
28. I need you so that I could die
29. F Dm C&
30. I love you so and that is why
31. Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream
C F G C F G C F G C F C F C F C F G F F F G
Let It Be Me - Everly Brothers
1. I bless the day I found you
2. Em Bm
3. I want to stay around you
4. C G
5. And so I beg you
6. C G
7. Let it be me
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9. G D
10. Don't take this heaven from one
11. Em Bm
12. If you must cling to someone
13. C G
14. Now and forever
15. C G
16. Let it be me
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18. C Bm
19. Each time we meet love
20. C G
21. I find complete love
22. Am Bm
23. Without your sweet love
24. C B D
25. What would life be
26.
27. G D
28. So never leave me lonely
29. Em Bm
30. Tell me you love me only
31. C G
32. And that you'll allways
33. C G
34. Let it be me
35.
36. C Bm
37. Each time we meet love
38. C G
39. I find complete love
40. Am Bm
41. Without your sweet love
42. C B D
43. What would life be
44.
45. G D
46. So never leave me lonely
47. Em Bm
48. Tell me you love me only
49. C G
50. And that you'll always
51. C G
52. Let it be me
53. Let it be me C G AM F F C F C F C F C AM F G
Bye Bye Love - Everly Brothers
1. D A7 D
2. there goes my baby with someone new.
3. A7 D
4. she sure looks happy I sure am blue.
5. G A7
6. she was my baby till he stepped in.
7. A7 D
8. goodbye to romance that might have been.
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10. G D G D G D
11. bye bye love. Bye bye happiness. Hello loneliness.
12. A7 D
13. I think I'm a gonna cry.
14. G D G D G D
15. bye bye love. Bye bye sweet caress. Hello emptiness.
16. A7 D A7 D A D
17. I feel like I could die. Bye bye my love bye bye.
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19. A7 D
20. I'm through with romance. I'm through with love.
21. A7 D
22. I'm through with counting the stars above.
23. G A7
24. and here's the reason that I'm so free.
25. A7 D
26. my lovin' baby is through with me.
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28. G D G D G D
29. bye bye love. Bye bye happiness. Hello loneliness.
30. A7 D
31. I think I'm a gonna cry.
32. G D G D G D
33. bye bye love. Bye bye sweet caress. Hello emptiness.
34. A7 D A7 D A D
35. bye.I feel like I could die. Bye bye my love bye
36.
C G C C G C C F G F G C F C F C F C C G C
Sitting in the morning sun
I'll sitting till the evening comes
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch them roll away again, yeah
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Watching the time roll away
Oh, sitting on the dock of the bay
Wasting time, ah ha ha
I left my home in Georgia
And headed for Frisco Bay
'Cause I have nothing to live for
And look's like nothing will come my way
So, I'm sitting on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide go away
I'm sitting on the dock of the bay
Wasting time
Look's like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can do what people tell me to do
So, I guess I'll remains the same
Sittin' hear resting my bones,
And this lonliness won't leave me alone,
Two thousand miles I roam,
Just to make this dock my home.
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Watch the tide go away, ooohh ooohh
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Wasting time
D D/F G/F E D D/F G/F E D D/F D E
Wind Up
When I was young and they packed me off to school
and taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked underneath my arm --
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So I asked this God a question
and by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines --
how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song
`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
G C G EM C G D D C D G EM C D EM
EM OPEN EM AM OPEN EM OPEN EM EM C G D
D C D G EM C D EM G C G EM C G D G
Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
Feeling alone --
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
Wond'ring aloud --
how we feel today.
Last night sipped the sunset --
my hands in her hair.
We are our own saviours
as we start both our hearts beating life
into each other.
Wond'ring aloud --
will the years treat us well.
As she floats in the kitchen,
I'm tasting the smell
of toast as the butter runs.
Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head.
And it's only the giving
that makes you what you are.
G A D A G A D A G A D A D A C G D A
In the shuffling madess
of the locomotive breath,
runs the all-time loser,
headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping --
steam breaking on his brow --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
at the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
in bed and having fun.
He's crawling down the corridor
on his hands and knees --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
He hears the silence howling --
catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
has got him by the balls.
He picks up Gideons Bible --
open at page one --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
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On Preston platform
do your soft shoe shuffle dance.
Brush away the cigarette ash that's
falling down your pants.
And you sadly wonder
does the nurse treat your old man
the way she should.
She made you tea,
asked for your autograph --
what a laugh.
G A D DAUG G A D DAUG G A D DAUG A A G D A D
Thick As A Brick
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Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction the moral melee. The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you shake your head and say it's a shame. Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth. Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song. See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight. There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night. We'll make a man of him put him to trade teach him to play Monopoly and to sing in the rain. The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water -- as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea. The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other -- as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling -- but the master of the house is far away. The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword. And the youngest of the family is moving with authority. Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside. The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need. The young men of the household have all gone into service and are not to be expected for a year. The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster -- has formed the plan to change the man he seems. And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword. And the oldest of the family is moving with authority. Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run. What do you do when the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him? No one to help you get up steam -- and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam. LATER. I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man -- twenty years too late. Your bread and water's going cold. Your hair is too short and neat. I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me. You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares. You're unaware that your doings aren't done. And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be. But how are we supposed to see where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom with your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies and your silver-buckle shoes. Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol who lets you bend the rules. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time. The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line. And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are -- and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars. And you wonder who to call on. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual. LATER. See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace. There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease. We'll take the child from him put it to the test teach it to be a wise man how to fool the rest. QUOTE We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming responsibility we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons cats are on the upgrade upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac. LATER In the clear white circles of morning wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills. And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills. With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention, while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen. Saying -- how's your granny and good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win. The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled in the seagull's call. And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall. The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, and signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun. Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one. Do you believe in the day? The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! Let me tell you the tales of your life of your love and the cut of the knife the tireless oppression the wisdom instilled the desire to kill or be killed. Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by. The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool toasts his god in the sky. So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed with the blood of the fools and the thoughts of the wise and from the pan under your bed. Let me make you a present of song as the wise man breaks wind and is gone while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along. So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you and the hour of judgement draweth near. Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour or the wiser man who rushes clear. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super-crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual. OF COURSE So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
SAD SONG
Took a sad song of one sweet evening I smiled and quickly turned away. It's not easy singing sad songs but still the easiest way I have to say. So when you look into the sun and see the things we haven't done oh was it better then to run than to spend the summer crying. Now summer cannot come anyway. I had waited for time to change her. The only change that came was over me. She pretended not to want love I hope she was only fooling me. So when you look into the sun look for the pleasures nearly won. Or was it better then to run than to spend the summer singing. And summer could have come in a day. So if you hear my sad song singing remember who and what you nearly had. It's not easy singing sad songs when you can sing the song to make me glad. So when you look into the sun and see the words you could have sung: It's not too late, only begun, we can still make summer. Yes, summer always comes anyway. So when you look into the sun and see the words you could have sung: It's not too late, only begun. Look into the sun.
WE USED TO KNOW
Whenever I get to feel this way, try to find new words to say, I think about the bad old days we used to know. Nights of winter turn me cold fears of dying, getting old. We ran the race and the race was won by running slowly. Could be soon we'll cease to sound, slowly upstairs, faster down. Then to revisit stony grounds, we used to know. Remembering mornings, shillings spent, made no sense to leave the bed. The bad old days they came and went giving way to fruitful years. Saving up the birds in hand while in the bush the others land. Take what we can before the man says it's time to go. Each to his own way I'll go mine. Best of luck in what you find. But for your own sake remember times we used to know.
TWO FINGERS
I'll see you at the Weighing-In, when your life's sum-total's made. And you set your wealth in Godly deeds against the sins you've laid. And you place your final burden on your hard-pressed next of kin: Send the chamber-pot back down the line to be filled up again. And the hard-headed miracle worker who bathes his hands in blood, Will welcome you to the final "nod" and cover you with mud. And he'll say, "You really should make the deal,'' as he offers round the hat. "Well, you'd better lick two fingers clean He'll thank you all for that.'' As you slip on the greasy platform, and you land upon your back, You make a wish and you wipe your nose upon the railway track. While the high-strung locomotive, with furnace burning bright, Lumbers on you wave goodbye and the sparks fade into night. And as you join the Good Ship Earth, and you mingle with the dust, you'd better leave your underpants with someone you can trust. And when the Old Man with the telescope cuts the final strand you'd better lick two fingers clean, before you shake his hand.
There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old wings one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? One white duck on your wall. One duck on your wall. I'll catch a ride on your violin strung upon your bow. And I'll float on your melody sing your chorus soft and low. There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called. You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? One white duck on your wall. One duck on your wall. One duck on your wall. So fly away Peter and fly away Paul from the finger-tip ledge of contentment. Well, the long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls. And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all. Something must be wrong with me and my brain if I'm so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all. There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door. I'm available for consultation, But remember your way in is also my way out, and love's four-letter word is no compensation. Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion. Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion
Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
Feeling alone --
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
Wond'ring aloud --
how we feel today.
Last night sipped the sunset --
my hands in her hair.
We are our own saviours
as we start both our hearts beating life
into each other.
Wond'ring aloud --
will the years treat us well.
As she floats in the kitchen,
I'm tasting the smell
of toast as the butter runs.
Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head.
And it's only the giving
that makes you what you are.
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In the shuffling madess
of the locomotive breath,
runs the all-time loser,
headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping --
steam breaking on his brow --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
at the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
in bed and having fun.
He's crawling down the corridor
on his hands and knees --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
He hears the silence howling --
catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
has got him by the balls.
He picks up Gideons Bible --
open at page one --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
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Wind Up
When I was young and they packed me off to school
and taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked underneath my arm --
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So I asked this God a question
and by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines --
how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song
`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
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On Preston platform
do your soft shoe shuffle dance.
Brush away the cigarette ash that's
falling down your pants.
And you sadly wonder
does the nurse treat your old man
the way she should.
She made you tea,
asked for your autograph --
what a laugh.
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JANIS JOPLIN LYRICS
"Summertime"
Summertime, time,
time,
Child, the living’s easy.
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton’s high, Lord, so high.
Your daddy’s rich
And your ma is so good-looking, baby.
She’s looking good now,
Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
No, no, no, no, don’t you cry.
Don’t you cry!
One of these mornings
You’re gonna rise, rise up singing,
You’re gonna spread your wings,
Child, and take, take to the sky,
Lord, the sky.
But until that morning
Honey, n-n-nothing’s going to harm you now,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Don’t you cry,
Cry.
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JANIS JOPLIN LYRICS
"To Love
Somebody"
There’s a light, certain kinda light,
Never ever, never shone on me, no, no.
Honey, I want, I want my whole life
To be lived with you, babe,
That’s what I want oh, was to be
Living and loving you.
There’s a way, oh everybody say
You can do anything, every thing yeah.
But what good, what good,
Honey, what good could it ever bring
‘Cause I ain’t got you with my love
And I can’t find you babe, no I can’t.
You don’t know, you don’t know what it’s like,
No you don’t, honey no you don’t know,
You don’t know what it’s like
To love anybody.
Oh honey, I wanna talk about love
And trying to hold somebody
The way I love you babe,
And I’ve been loving you babe.
In my brain, oh I can see your face again,
I know my frame of mind, yeah.
But nobody, nobody has to ever be so blind,
Honey, like I did, I know I was blind,
Honey, I tell you that I was, I was very, very blind.
Oh but I’m just a girl,
Can’t you just take a look at me and tell,
Tell that I live, honey I live and I breathe for you,
Don’t you know I do!
But what good, what good,
Honey, what good could ever do
‘Cause I ain’t got you, that’s all I’ve ever wanted,
And I ain’t got you, babe, oh but I’ve been looking ’round.
But you don’t know, you don’t know what it’s like,
No you don’t, no, no, no, you don’t know,
Honey, you don’t know what it’s like
Oh to love anybody.
Oh honey I wanna talk about
Trying to hold somebody when you’re lonely
The way I loved you, baby,
And I just want you to know I tried.
Oh I know that there’s a way
‘Cause everybody came to me one time and said,
“Honey, you can do anything,
Every little thing, and I think I can.
Oh, but what good, what good,
Honey, what awfully good can it ever, ever bring,
‘Cause I can’t find you with my love,
And I can’t find you babe, oh anywhere.
Oh, but you don’t know,
You don’t know what it’s like,
No you don’t and you never ever, ever did.
You don’t know, honey,
You don’t know what it’s like
Oh to love anybody.
Oh honey I wanna talk about trying to hold you.
Oh baby, baby, baby, yeah,
But you don’t know,
You don’t know what it’s like,
And you never ever, ever did,
I said I tried to throw my love around you
And I tried to help you darling.
But you never ever, no you never ever,
No you never ever, no you never ever,
I know that you know that
No you never ever, ever, ever,
Oh let me throw my love,
Throw my love all around you, yeah.
C G F C F C G F C G F C C G F C G
"Me
& Bobby McGee"
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
And I’s feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to New Orleans.
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby’s hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
>From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done,
Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold.
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away,
He’s looking for that home and I hope he finds it,
But I’d trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding Bobby’s body next to mine.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah,
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la la la Bobby McGee..
La La la, la la la la la la,
La La la la la la la la la, hey now Bobby now Bobby McGee yeah.
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na
Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah.
Lord, I’m calling my lover, calling my man,
I said I’m calling my lover just the best I can,
C’mon, where is Bobby now, where is Bobby McGee, yeah,
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!
Yeah! Whew!
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee.
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Holiday
Ooh you're a holiday , such a holiday
Ooh you're a holiday , such a holiday
It's something I thinks worthwhile
If the puppet makes you smile
If not then you're throwing stones
Throwing stones, throwing stones
Ooh it's a funny game
Don't believe that it's all the same
Can't think what I've just said
Put the soft pillow on my head
Millions of eys can see
Yet why am I so blind
When the someone else is me
It's unkind, it's unkind
de de de de de de de de de de de de de
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Yet millions of eyes can see
Yet why am I so blind
When the someone else is me
It's unkind, it's unkind
Ooh you're a holiday , ev'ry day , such a holiday
Now it's my turn to say , and I say you're a holiday
It's something I thinks worthwhile
If the puppet makes you smile
If now then you're throwing stones
Throwing stones , throwing stones
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EM C EM EM C EM G D C G C G D G EM C EM
I Started a Joke
I started a joke, which started the whole
world crying,
but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.
I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.
I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.
Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.
I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.
'Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was one
C G G C C G F G C AM G F C AM C F G
There's a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
I want my life to be lived with you
Lived with you
There's a way everybody say
To do each and every little thing
But what does it bring
If I ain't got you, ain't got ?
You don't know what it's like, baby
You don't know what it's like
To love somebody
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you
In my brain
I see your face again
I know my frame of mind
You ain't got to be so blind
And I'm blind, so very blind
I'm a man, can't you see
What I am
I live and breathe for you
But what good does it do
If I ain't got you, ain't got ?
C G F C F C G F C G F C G F C G
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance,
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
All lies and jest.
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
In the company of strangers,
In the quiet of a railway station, runnin' scared.
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
Where the ragged people go.
Lookin' for the places, only they would know.
Lie-la-lie ...
Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,
I took some comfort there.
Oooh la, la, la ...
And the years are rollin' by me.
They are rockin' evenly.
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be.
That's not unusual.
It isn't strange,
After changes upon changes, we are more or less the same.
After changes, we are more or less the same.
Lie-la-lie ...
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me.
Leadin' me, to goin' home.
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains.
Lie-la-lie ...
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The Boxer ( Simon and Garfunkle )
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest (hmmmm....mmmm......)
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers.....
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)
Seeking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job, but I get no offers.....
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there (li la la, la, la la)
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin' even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be, that's not unusual
No it isn't strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same.........
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)
And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' home
Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me to go home
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes, he still remains........................
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)
(Li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)
(Li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
SOUNDS OF SILENCE
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains, within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light,
That split the night,
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked land I saw,
Ten thousand people, maybe more,
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs, that voices never shared.
No one dared,
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "you do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed, in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed,
To the neon god they'd made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls,
And tenement halls.
And whispered in the sound of silence.
AM G G AM AM F C C F C C F F C C AM G AM
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Em
1 Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk to you again.
G C G
For the vision softly creeping,
G C G
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
C G
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Em G D Em
Still remains, within the sound of silence.
Em D Em
2 In restless
dreams I walked alone through narrow streets of cobblestone.
G C G
Beneath the
halo of a street lamp,
G C G
I turned my
collar to the cold and damp.
C G
When my eyes
were stabbed by a flash of the neon light,
Em
G D Em
And split the
night, and touched the sound of
silence.
Em D Em
3 And in the
naked light I saw ten thousand people maybe more.
G C G
People talking
without speaking,
G C G
People hearing
without listening.
C G
People writing
songs that voices never shared,
Em
G D Em
No one dared
disturb the sound of silence.
Em D Em
4 "Fools," said
I, "you do not know, silence like a cancer grows.
G C G
Hear my words
that I might teach you,
G C G
Take my arms
that I might reach you."
C G - Em - G
But my words
like silent raindrops fell,
D Em
Echoed in the
wells of silence.
Em
D Em
5 And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made.
G C G
And the sign flashed out its warning,
G C G
In the words that it was forming, and the sign said:
C G
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls,
Em G D Em
Tenement halls," and whispering the sound of silence.
HOMEWARD BOUND
Lyrics:
I'm sittin' in the railway station,
Got a ticket for my destination, mmm mmm mmm.
On a tour of one night stands,
My suitcase and guitar in hand,
And every stop is neatly planned,
For a poet and a one man band.
Homeward bound, I wish I was, homeward bound.
Home, where my thought's escaping,
Home, where my music's playing,
Home, where my love lies waiting,
Silently for me.
Every day's an endless stream,
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me,
The movies and the factories.
And every stranger's face I see,
Reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound, I wish I was, homeward bound.
Home, where my thought's escaping,
Home, where my music's playing,
Home, where my love lies waiting,
Silently for me.
Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me,
In shades of mediocrity.
Like emptiness in harmony,
I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound, I wish I was, homeward bound.
Home, where my thought's escaping,
Home, where my music's playing,
Home, where my love lies waiting,
Silently for me,
Silently for me.
I AM A ROCK
Lyrics:
A winter's day,
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below,
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship.
Friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
Don't talk of love.
Well I've heard the word before.
It's sleeping in my memory,
And I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
I have my books,
And my poetry to protect me.
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room,
Safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
And a rock can feel no pain.
And an island never cries.
SOUNDS OF SILENCE
Lyrics:
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains, within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light,
That split the night,
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked land I saw,
Ten thousand people, maybe more,
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs, that voices never shared.
No one dared,
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "you do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed, in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed,
To the neon god they'd made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls,
And tenement halls.
And whispered in the sound of silence.
SLIP SLIDING AWAY
Lyrics:
Slip slidin' away,
Slip slidin' away,
You know the nearer your destination,
The more you're slip slidin' away.
I know a man, he came from my home town.
He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown.
He said, "Delores, I live in fear.
My love for you is so overpowering,
I'm afraid that I will disappear."
Slip slidin' away,
Slip slidin' away,
You know the nearer your destination,
The more you're slip slidin' away.
I know a woman, became a wife.
These are the very words she uses to describe her life:
She said "A good day ain't got no rain."
She said "A bad day's when I lie in bed,
And I think of things that might have been."
Slip slidin' away,
Slip slidin' away,
You know the nearer your destination,
The more you're slip slidin' away.
I know a father who had a son.
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he had done.
He came a long way just to explain.
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping,
Then he turned around and he headed home again.
Slip slidin' away,
Slip slidin' away,
You know the nearer your destination,
The more you're slip slidin' away.
God only knows. God makes his plan.
The information's unavailable to the mortal man.
We're working our jobs, collect our pay,
Believe we're gliding down the highway,
When in fact we're slip slidin' away.
Slip slidin' away,
Slip slidin' away,
You know the nearer your destination,
The more you're slip slidin' away.
Slip slidin' away,
Slip slidin' away,
You know the nearer your destination,
The more you're slip slidin' away.
D G D A
D G
You who are on the road
D A (add sus4th)
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good-bye
Teach your children well
Their father's hell did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks, the one you'll know by
D G
Don't you ever ask them why
D
If they told you, you would cry
Bm G A
So just look at them and sigh
(pause) D G D A (add sus4th)
And know they love you...
And you of tender years
Can't know the fears that your elders grew by
And so please help them with your youth
They seek the truth before they can die
Teach your parents well
Their children's hell will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks, the one you'll know by
Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you...
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HELPLESS
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There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
and in my mind I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there,
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes
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Song title |
Suite: Judy Blue Eyes |
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Lyrics |
It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry.
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely.
I am yours, you are mine,
You are what you are
And you make it hard--
Remember what we've said, and done, and felt
about each other
Oh babe, have mercy.
Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now.
I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are.
And you make it hard--
Tearing yourself away from me now,
You are free and I am crying.
This does not mean I don't love you,
I do, that's forever, and always.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are.
And you make it hard--
Something inside is telling me that
I've got your secret. Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart.
And I love you.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are.
And you make it hard,
And you make it hard--
Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon,
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you.
Can I tell it like it is? Help me I'm sufferin'.
Listen to me baby--Help me I'm dyin'.
It's my heart that's a-sufferin', it's a dyin'.
That's what I have to lose.
I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away,
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays?
What have you got to lose?
Chestnut brown canary, ruby-throated sparrow.
Sing a song, don't be long.
Thrill me to the marrow.
Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight.
Asking me, said she so free,
How can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy lilting lady, losing love lamenting,
Change my life, make it right.
Be my lady.
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SUITE: JUDY BLUE EYES
It's get-ting to the
point, where I'm no fun any-more
I am sor-ry.
Sometimes it hurts so bad-ly I must cry out loud,
I am lone-ly.
I am yours, you are mine,
you are what you are,
You make it ha-a-a-ard.
Remember what we've
said, and done, and felt about each other; Oh babe, have mercy.
Don't let the past re-mind us of what we are not now; I am not drea-ming
I am yours.....hard.
Tear-ing your-self ____
away from me now, you are free-ee
and I am cry-ing.
This does not me-ean, I don't love you; I do. That's for-ev-er;
yes, and for al-ways..
I am yours you are mine you are what you are.. you make it hard.
Some-thing in-side is
telling me that I--'ve got your secret; Are you still lis-t'ning?
Fear is the lock and laugh-ter the key to your heart; and I love you -
I am yours you are mine you are what you are.. you make it hard, and you make it ha-a-rd.
D C G D D C G G7 G7 D C G G7 D G D G D
Fri-day evening____Sun-day
in the af-ter-noon;
what have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning____please, be gone, I'm tired of you...
what have you got to lose?
DDD G G7 G7 D
Can I tell it like it
is?____Listen to me ba-by.
It's my hea--rt that's a-suf-f'rin'; it's a dy-in'
and that's what I__ have to lose.
D C G D
I___'ve got an an-swer;
I'm going to fly a-way;
what have I got to lose?
Will you come see__ me, Thurs-days and Sat-ur-days (ays, ays), what have you got
to lose?
Chestnut-brown
ca-na-ry,___ru-by throa-ted spar-row,
sing a song,___ don't be long,__thrill me to the mar-row.
C G G D C G C G C G D
Voi-ces of the an-gels,___ ring a-round the moon-light; Ask-ng me, said she's so free, how can you catch the spar-row.
La-cy lil-ting ly-ric,___los-ing love la-ment-ing; Change my life,___make it right,____be my la-dy.
Du du du du du, du du
du du du du,
Du du du du du, du du___ du du;
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Artist/Band |
Crosby Stills Nash Young |
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Song title |
4+20 |
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Album |
Deja Vu |
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Lyrics |
4+20 years ago
I come into this life
The song of a woman
And a man who lived in strife
He was tired of being poor
And he wasn't into selling door to door
And he worked like the devil to be more
A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul
Night after sleepless night
I walk the floor and I want to know
Why am I so alone?
Where is my woman can I bring her home?
Have I driven her away?
Is she gone?
Morning comes to sunrise
And I'm driven to my bed
I see that it is empty
And there's devils in my head
I embrace the many colored beast
I grow weary of the torment
Can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease
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D VARIATIONS D F G D D D F G D F G D
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HELPLESSLY
HOPING
(Stills)
Helplessly
hoping
Her harlequin hovers nearby
Awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses
Of gentle true spirit
He runs, wishing he could fly
Only to trip at the sound of good-bye
Wordlessly
watching
He waits by the window
And wonders
At the empty place inside
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams
He worries
Did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?
They are one
person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other
Stand by the
stairway
You'll see something
Certain to tell you confusion has its cost
Love isn't lying
It's loose in a lady who lingers
Saying she is lost
And choking on hello
They are one
person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other
SUITE: JUDY
BLUE EYES
(Stills)
It's getting
to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard
Remember
what we've said and done and felt
about each other
Oh babe, have mercy
Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard
Tearing
yourself away from me now
You are free and I am crying
This does not mean I don't love you
I do, that's forever, yes and for always
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard
Something
inside is telling me that
I've got your secret. Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart
And I love you.
I am yours,
you are mine, you are what you are
And you make it hard
And you make it hard
Friday
evening, Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you.
What have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is? Help me I'm sufferin'
Listen to me baby-Help me I'm dyin'
It's my heart that's a sufferin', it's a dyin'
That's what I have to lose
I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays?
What have you got to lose?
Chestnut
brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow
Voices of the angels ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy, lilting, lady, losing love, lamenting
Change my
life, make it right
Be my lady.
Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo
Que linda me
la traiga Cuba,
la reina de la Mar Caribe.
Cielo sol no tiene sangre ahi,
y que triste que no puedo vaya,
Oh va, oh va, va.
WOODEN SHIPS
Stills: If
you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
in the same language.
Crosby: I
can see by your coat, my friend,
you're from the other side,
There's just one thing I got to know,
Can you tell me please, who won?
Stills: Say, can I have some of your purple berries?
Crosby: Yes, I've been eating them for six or seven weeks now, haven't got sick once.
Stills: Probably keep us both alive.
Wooden ships
on the water, very free and easy,
Easy, you know the way it's supposed to be,
Silver people on the shoreline, let us be,
Talkin' 'bout very free and easy...
Horror grips us as we watch you die,
All we can do is echo your anguished cries,
Stare as all human feelings die,
We are leaving - you don't need us.
Go, take
your sister then, by the hand,
lead her away from this foreign land,
Far away, where we might laugh again,
We are leaving - you don't need us.
And it's a
fair wind, blowin' warm,
Out of the south over my shoulder,
Guess I'll set a course and go...
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"Woodstock"
Well, I came upon a
child of God |
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* Tune the low "E" (or 6th string) down to a "D" so that the 2nd fret on
this string is an "E"
* Chord diagrams below show strings from left to right starting with the
low E string.
x = do not play 0 = play string "open" a number = the fret where you put
your finger.
EXAMPLE: xx0232 is a "D" and x02220 is an "A" chord.
This is pretty much JT's version verbatim. You will need to figure out how
to pick it.
This is for finger-style playing. This would be very difficult to play
correctly using a pick.
(1) 0xx010 (2) 0x023x (3) 5xx03x (4) 3x301x (5) x3x03x
(6) x2x030 (7) x3201x (8) 0xx232 (9) 3x3x10 (10) x0x010
INTRO: slowly pick chord (2) 0x023x, in this sequence: (Low E, 3, 2, 0) Let
the last 0 linger.
VERSE 1:
Well I ca(1)me upon a ch(2)ild of God, he was walk(3)ing along the ro(4)ad
And I ask(3)ed him, "Brother where you go(4)in?" This he told m(2)e
Said "I'm go(5)ing dow(6)n to Yas(2)gur's farm, gonna jo(3)in in a rock 'n
roll ba(4)nd,
Gonna ca(3)mp out on the la(4)nd, try to set my soul fr(2)ee"
CHORUS 1:
We are star(3)dust, w(4)e are gold(2)en, we are bill(3)ion year old car(2)bon,
And we go(4)t to get our-selv(7)es back to the ga(3)r - ar(4)r - de(2)n…
VERSE 2: (Watch out. Line 4 also has chord 10 played just as you sing "is")
Well, then ca(1)n I walk besi(2)de you, I've co(3)me to lose my sm(4)og,
Now I fe(3)el as if I'm cau(4)ght in something turn(2)ing. . .
Yes and may(1)be it's the time of ye(2)ar, and may(3)be it's the time of
ma(4)n,
Now, I do(3)n't know who I a(4)m, but life is(10) for learn(2)ing. . .
CHORUS 2: (Here, on line 1, play chords 5 and 6 instead of chord 3 from
Chorus 1)
We are star(3)dust, w(4)e are gold(2)en, we are bill(5)ion ye(6)ar old
car(2)bon,
And we go(4)t to get our-selv(7)es back to the ga(3)r - ar(4)r - de(2)n… (1)
VERSE 3:
By the time(8) we got to Wood(1)stock, we were ha(3)lf a million strong(4),
And ev(3)erywhere was a so(4)ng and a cel(10)ebra(2)tion. . .
And I dre(1)amed I saw the bomb(2)er death-ships flying shot(3)gun in the
sk(4)y, yeah
Turning in(3)to butter(4)flies abo(10)ve our na(2)tion. . .
CHORUS 3:
We are star(5)dust, and w(6)e are gold(2)en, we are cau(5)ght in the
dev(6)il's bargain(2),
And we go(4)t to get ourselves(7) back to the ga(3)r - ar(4)r - de(2)n.
'Cause we are star(9)dust and we are gold(2)en, we are bill(5)ion ye(6)ar
old car(2)bon
And we go(4)t to get ourselves(7) back to the ga(3)r - ar(4)r - de(2)n…
(1)… (see next line)
(Right after playing chord (1) above, play chord (2) and pluck the low "E"
at end and let fade)
WOODEN SHIPS
Stills: If
you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
in the same language.
Crosby: I
can see by your coat, my friend,
you're from the other side,
There's just one thing I got to know,
Can you tell me please, who won?
Stills: Say, can I have some of your purple berries?
Crosby: Yes, I've been eating them for six or seven weeks now, haven't got sick once.
Stills: Probably keep us both alive.
Wooden ships
on the water, very free and easy,
Easy, you know the way it's supposed to be,
Silver people on the shoreline, let us be,
Talkin' 'bout very free and easy...
Horror grips us as we watch you die,
All we can do is echo your anguished cries,
Stare as all human feelings die,
We are leaving - you don't need us.
Go, take
your sister then, by the hand,
lead her away from this foreign land,
Far away, where we might laugh again,
We are leaving - you don't need us.
And it's a
fair wind, blowin' warm,
Out of the south over my shoulder,
Guess I'll set a course and go...
HELPLESSLY
HOPING
(Stills)
Helplessly
hoping
Her harlequin hovers nearby
Awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses
Of gentle true spirit
He runs, wishing he could fly
Only to trip at the sound of good-bye
Wordlessly
watching
He waits by the window
And wonders
At the empty place inside
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams
He worries
Did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?
They are one
person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other
Stand by the
stairway
You'll see something
Certain to tell you confusion has its cost
Love isn't lying
It's loose in a lady who lingers
Saying she is lost
And choking on hello
They are one
person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other
SUITE: JUDY
BLUE EYES
(Stills)
It's getting
to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard
Remember
what we've said and done and felt
about each other
Oh babe, have mercy
Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard
Tearing
yourself away from me now
You are free and I am crying
This does not mean I don't love you
I do, that's forever, yes and for always
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard
Something
inside is telling me that
I've got your secret. Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart
And I love you.
I am yours,
you are mine, you are what you are
And you make it hard
And you make it hard
Friday
evening, Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you.
What have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is? Help me I'm sufferin'
Listen to me baby-Help me I'm dyin'
It's my heart that's a sufferin', it's a dyin'
That's what I have to lose
I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays?
What have you got to lose?
Chestnut
brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow
Voices of the angels ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy, lilting, lady, losing love, lamenting
Change my
life, make it right
Be my lady.
Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo
Que linda me
la traiga Cuba,
la reina de la Mar Caribe.
Cielo sol no tiene sangre ahi,
y que triste que no puedo vaya,
"Carolina In My Mind"
C F G F G F G C F F G C F C C F G C F C F G G F G C G F G G C F C
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
Karin she's a silver sun
You best walk her way and watch it shinin'
Watch her watch the mornin' come
A silver tear appearing now I'm cryin'
Ain't I goin' to Carolina in my mind
There ain't no doubt it no ones mind
That loves the finest thing around
Whisper something soft and kind
And hey babe the sky's on fire, I'm dyin'
Ain't I goin' to Carolina in my mind
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
Dark and silent last last night
I think I might have heard the highway calling
Geese in flight and dogs that bite
Signs that might be omens say I going, going
I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
With a holy host of others standing 'round me
Still I'm on the dark side of the moon
And it seems like it goes on like this forever
You must forgive me
If I'm up and gone to Carolina in my mind
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
In my mind I've gone to Carolina
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Cant you see the sunshine? Cant you just feel the
| A | D A/C# | Bm A |
moonshining? Ain't it just like a friend of mine to
|G D/F# | E7 G/A | D Bm7 |
hit me from behind. Yes I'm goin' to Caroli -
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na in my mind.
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Karin, shes a sil- ver sun Youd best walk her way and watch
A A#o7 | Bm | G | A |
it shining. Watch her watch the morning come.
A | G | D/F# | Bm7 E7 |
A silver tear appear - ing now, Im cry - ing
A7sus4 A7 | D Bm7 | Em7 G/A | D | D |
aint I? Ive gone to Carolina in my mind.
There aint no doubt in no ones mind that loves the finest thing
around. Whisper something soft and kind. And hey babe, the sky's on
fire, Im dying, aint I? I've gone to Carolina in my mind.
In my mind I'm goin to Carolina...
Dark and silent, late last night I think I heard the highway
calling; geese in flight and dogs that bite.
And signs that might be omens say I'm going, I'm going, I've gone
to Carolina in my mind.
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With a holy host of others standing round me.
F#m7 | Em7 | G |
Still Im on the dark side of the moon.
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And it seems like it goes on like this forev - er.
D | C | G/B | Em7 |
You must for - give me
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if I'm up and gone to Carolina in my mind.
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina...
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"Sweet Baby James" James Taylor There is a young cowboy he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Waiting for Summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
(Chorus)
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go
There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway
A song that they sing when they take to the sea
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me
- Chorus -
C F C F C F C F C G G F C F C G F C F C G C F G C F C F C G F G C
Title: SWEET BABY JAMES
G F# E A+ A
D A G F#m There is a young cowboy he lives on the range. Bm G D F#m His horse and his cattle are his only companion. Bm G D F#m He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyon. G D A Em A Waiting for summer, his pastures to change. G A D And as the moon rises he sits by his fire. Bm G D A
Thinkin' about women and glasses of beer. G A D Closing his eyes as the doggies retire Bm G D He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear Bm E A As if maybe someone could hear. D G A D CHORUS: Goodnight you moonlight ladies. Bm G D Rock-a-bye sweet baby James. Bm G D Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose. Bm E A+ A Won't you let me go down in my dreams. G A D And rock-a-bye sweet baby James. D A G F#m Now the first of December was covered with snow. Bm G D F#m And so was the turnpike from Stockridge to Boston. |