ELTON JOHN
Sixty Years On |
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EM D C EM EM C D EM D C EM EM C D EM |
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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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FRIENDS
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I hope the day will be a lighter highway For friends are found on every road Can you ever think of any better way For the lost and weary travellers to go Making friends for the world to see Let the people know you got what you need With a friend at hand you will see the light If your friends are there then everything's all right It seems to me a crime that we should age These fragile times should never slip us by A time you never can or shall erase As friends together watch their childhood fly |
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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 |
I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues |
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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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Johnny B. Goode |
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Written by Chuck Berry Available on the album Victim Of Love |
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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell Go go Go Johnny go go go Go Johnny go go go Go Johnny go go go Go Johnny go go go Go go Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Sat beneath the tree by the railroad track An engineer could see him sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made The People passing by, they would stop and say Oh my, how that little country boy could play His mother told him, someday you will be a man You will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun goes down And maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight
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Pinball Wizard |
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Written by Pete Townshend Released as a UK single in 1976 Available on the soundtrack Tommy |
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Ever since I was a young boy I played the silver ball From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all But I ain't seen nothing like him in any amusement hall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine Feeling all the bumpers, always playing clean Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball He's a pinball wizard, there has to be a twist A pinball wizard's got such a supple wrist How do you think he does it I don't know What makes him so good Ain't got no distractions, can't hear no buzzes or bells Don't see lights a-flashing, plays by sense of smell Always gets a replay, never seen him fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball I thought I was the Bally table king But I just handed my pinball crown to him Even on my favourite table, he can beat my best His disciples lean him in and he just does the rest He's got crazy flipper fingers, never seen him fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball |
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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 seņorita 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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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
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I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues |
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Music by Elton John and Davey Johnstone Lyrics by Bernie Taupin Available on the album Too Low For Zero |
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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 |