PLANOS DE NUEVA YORK CON LUGARES SEÑALADOS

Estos son planos por zonas de New York City donde se han señalado los lugares que estan especificados en las entradas de este mismo sitio llamadas:

– COMER EN NUEVA YORK

-COMPRAR EN NUEVA YORK ….Y

-DATOS GENERALES DE NUEVA YORK

Asi que lo mas fácil sería: imprimir los datos anteriormente mencionados. Despues los planos de situacion y llevarlos juntos.

 Bajatelos desde aquí!!!!!

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VIAJE A GRANADA. SEMANA SANTA Y 4

LOS GORGONZOLA EN GRANADA.

CAP. 4

 

PASSIO GRANATENSIS III

 

Sábado Santo.11 de Abril del presente año 2009. El Final de Viaje.

 

Poema de la fuente del jardín de Daraxa

Yo soy un orbe de agua que se muestra a las criaturas diáfano y transparente
una gran Océano cuyas riberas son labores selectas de mármol escogido
y cuyas aguas, en forma de perlas, corren sobre un inmenso hielo primorosamente labrado.

 

La lucha era desigual. El virus de la gripe, afortunadamente no porcina, se había instalado en Father y este había decidido matarlo a base de medicamentos. Lucha desigual.

 Tenía esa confrontación dos circunstancias fatales: La primera era que la ingesta de  medicación dejaba al progenitor de los Gorgonzola absolutamente sin fuerzas: Jeshomierda. Y la segunda ,que esa lasitud le impedía el arte de la libación y de la deglución en toda su plenitud, con lo que eso conllevaba para el cashondeo posterior y comunal.

 

La noche anterior antes de irnos a dormir, como casi siempre, me despedía de la amiga luminosa. Y le hacia una foto de buenas noches

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Amanece el día. Nublado dia. Pero promete, hoy nos meteremos dentro de la amiga.

Nos disponemos a la visita de La Alhambra. Nuestro anfitrión, bajo los auspicios de Mascarpone, tiene a bien el regalarnos las entradas para la visita a los Palacios Nazaríes, La Alcazaba y El Generalife. Assias, merci bien, mon ami.

Nos adelantamos Santa, Bendita y Father tras el desayuno reconfortante y previsor . Zumos de naranja a Chorros, sobredosis de vitamina C. Mascarpone declina la visita pues ya la había hecho los tres años anteriores.

Cruz y Mozzarello se distraen en sus aposentos. Cruz terminando de maquillarse y Mozzarello ordenando pacientemente todas las pinturillas por colores, tipos y altura, que Cruz deja continuamente desparramados sobre una especie de escritorio con espejo que hay en el dormitorio.

 No deja al mismo tiempo de vigilar que el brillo de sus Yanko, que tantos problemas le provoca en las empinadas cuestas del Albaicin, esten brillantes y que las rayas de sus pantalones tengan la caída perfecta.

Que los pantalones estuvieran  brillantes y sus zapatos tuvieran la caída perfecta seria para el un trauma difícil de superar .Muchísimo peor..

Así que el grupo-FatherSantaBendita- nos ponemos en marcha. Father no sospecha como es el Camino de los Chinos, el Pu.to Camino de los Chinos. Cuesta mucho subir la Cuesta.

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Empieza el Calvario, la subida. La verdad es que tras las escaleras del día anterior, cualquier suplicio es menor, pero jode bastante. No obstante la belleza del paisaje compensa el esfuerzo. Las vistas que te ofrece el tormentoso camino (he dicho tormentoso , no tortuoso, que también) del Sacromonte y del Albaicin son impagables. Vas subiendo de nivel a la par que de cansancio .Contra mas arriba …mas cansado. Pu.tas leyes físicas.

 

Todo un sinfín de arroyuelos que bajan y de fuentes escondidas en el bosque que lleva a los aledaños de La Alhambra componen el acceso a la fortaleza. El día gris y el rumor del agua, refresca bastante la subida trasformando las gotas de sudor (Los goterines que diría Cruz) En gotas de granizada..

 

Llegamos por fin…. Café asqueroso que sabe a gloria solo por tener la cualidad de lo dulce y un bocadillo de tortilla patatas que se atraganta de modo y manera que parece estas tragando papel de lija del numero siete.

 

Tienes que beber un café ardiente que te provoca lagrimones de vapor y dolor para hacer que la tortilla de lija de desplace lentisimamente por la pendiente gargantera.

 

Mientras Bendita, en un rasgo de admirable generosidad, llama a los retrasados amigos para que tomen un taxi y librarse así de la cuesta maldita.

 

Entramos.

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Paro los profanos explico:


La Alhambra se compone , grosso modo, tal y como dije antes de Los Palacios Nazaríes, La Alcazaba y El Generalife. El Palacio de Carlos V, dentro del recinto también, se paga aparte. Y nosotros no lo  visitamos ,mas que nada para dedicar nuestro tiempo a lo nazarí.

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Así que ,como tienes hora prefijada en tu entrada -cada media hora- para poder acceder a los palacios Nazaríes, tienes que seguir el orden lógico de …Primero: Los Palacios, segundo: La Alcazaba y tercero: El Generalife con su Palacio (del Generalife) y sus precioso jardines.

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Los palacios Nazaríes son tres El Palacio de Mexuar, El Palacio de Comares y el Palacio de los Leones.

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Obviare la descripción de la Palacios, puesto que esta información esta al alcance de un clic para cualquiera.

 No obstante si puedo indicar alguna consideración: La impotencia de Boabdil el Chico desesperado al comprender que había perdido para siempre La Alhambra, se entiende al visitarla. Es de una belleza abrumadora. Si tanto impresionan sus interiores  actualmente,  no se puede uno dejar de sorprender al imaginar como sería en la época de su mayor esplendor.

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Parece ser que por marchoso desatendió la defensa de Granada. Mucho fumeque y musha odalisca.

Cuando lloraba por la perdida, su madre encima lo puteó, Mas que nada por dejar frase para la posteridad.

 

No se puede decir que hubiese estudiado Psicología la susodicha.

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El Patio de los Leones esta un poco viudo con la ausencia felina. Están en la peluquería y haciéndoles un lifting. Salimos de los Palacios y nos dirigimos a la Alcazaba para pasear por el Adarve de la muralla Norte, La Plaza de Armas con su Barrio Castrense y unas minúsculas mazmorras subterráneas que daban gloria de verlas.

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La Terraza de la Puerta de Armas y la famosa Torre de la Vela desde donde se ofrecen unas preciosas vistas de Granada. Alta con dos cohonees. Y unas escaleras que no la desmerecen.

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Vemos desde allí ,desde lo altísimo de la Torre de La Vela, a dos caracoles que se mueven despacio..

 

No!! No son caracoles, son Cruz y Mozzarello cuyo brillo zapatil da luz a cada patio que entra. Cruz explica con todo lujo de detalles las características del patio castrense con un absoluto dominio del lenguaje ,del dato y del gesto explicativo.  Nos ponemos a imaginar que disertación detallada estará dando a su rutilante pareja.

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Suben la agotadora escalera (Qué de cuestas, joer) y nada mas llegar arriba y cuando todos estamos esperando impacientes la explicación del Patio Castrense ,nos pregunta Cruz entre jadeos…… Oyeee…. Eso de ahí aba’o ..que connio es?.

 

Silbamos disimuladamente  y continuamos el paseo. Mozzarello aún estaba maravillado por la explicación.

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Desde la Torre de la Vela, se divisa un precioso edificio de color albero que es el Hotel Alhambra Palace. Desde sus terrazas se divisan unas preciosa vistas de Granada. Y unos atardeceres de infarto.

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Nos encaminamos hacia el despidiéndonos de La Alhambra.  Los caracoles hacen honor a su nombre y sigue su ritmo. Lento, cadencioso..despacico, despacico. Mochilas on the road.

 

Entramos al Hotel…..Discutíamos por el camino que tomar a esta temprana hora. 12,30 P.M.

Dry Martini…Too Hard !!

Cervessita….No pega

Manzanilla…Puaj.

Digo de Sanlucar!!!…Puaj!

 

Así Que Father sugiere Zumo de tomate.

Con Sal y Pimienta!! dice Santa

Y salsa Perrins y Tabasco!!! ,continua Father

Y Vodka, muncho Vodka ¡!!! continua Bendita.

 

 

Mmmmmm….Mmmmmmm….Mmmmmmm… Fale! Un Bloody Mary. Perfesto.

 

Entramos al precioso Hotel, Casi desierto. La terrazas vacías debido al fuerte viento. Fotitos….Vamos al comodísimo salón. Tres Bloody Mary! Plisss. Pedimos. Y situnass! dice Santa.

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Nos sentamos y al segundo y medio, entra un autocar atiborrado de turistas que rodean nuestro tres sofás (uno para cada uno de nosotros desparramados). Ellos a su aire, esperan no sabemos si habitación o comedor.

A la media hora nos dejan solos y llegan Cruz Y Mozarello para unirse al festival de María la Sangrienta.

 

Father les acompaña con otro, pues sabe a la perfección que ellos aborrecen beber solos. Aunque siendo dos, dificilmente pueden estar solos. No obstante se pide el segundo. El picante se une en matrimonio a la lija del bocata.

 

 

Bajamos hasta el Campo del Príncipe. Llueve y tomamos algunas cervecitas y vinos con tapas que no son todo lo buenas que esperamos. No pongo referencias para no inducir al error de entrar en esos locales.

 

Comemos una tortilla Sacromonte decepcionante. Revuelto de morrones resultó al final.

 

Sigue lloviendo y tomamos un taxi hasta el Carmen. Reparador alojamiento.

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Comemos casi sin hambre y nos disponemos a echar una siestecita antes de bajar al centro para presenciar la Passio Granatensis. 22 pasos de Cristos pertenecientes a todas las cofradías granainas. Las mujeres en casa! Que hoy solo salimos los hombres!! Parece la procesión.

 

Promete ser espectacular. Espectacular resulta al fin y al cabo también el tirarse en la cama después del Alhambreo.

 

Nos levantamos a media tarde y el tiempo no acompaña. La procesiones salen tapadas con plásticos y hasta algunas se quedan plantadas en la Catedral. La Vírgenes ríen comprobando que la salida se les ha fastidiado.

VISTA DESDE NUESTRA HABITACION

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La vemos en la tele.

 

Pasamos la tarde en los jardines tomando copas Todo el carmen, casi para nosotros,. Una pareja de americanos de Tampa, Florida, hacen migas con nosotros y al final este viejo profesor americano me canta una larguiiiisima canción mirándome a los ojos. Con todo el gorgonzoliano grupo de testigos  y la esposa emocionadísima del ínclito tenor. Larguiiiisima canción, insisto.

 

Father reza al Altísimo, a Alá y a su profeta Mahoma.. que no le dé la risa descojonadora delante del tipo. Los demás ruegan a la misma retahíla de dioses pidiendo justo lo contrario. Partida de mamo.ness

 

Le tiemblan las piernas, y el pecho ya se esta moviendo a causa de la risa contenida. Pero aguanta el chaparrón. Los jijís se adivinan por detrás. Mal rato,ío!

 NUESTRA HABITACION ARRIBA EN LA ESQUINA

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Miles de fotos a la iluminada amiga nocturna. Me da pena que sea la ultima noche que formemos un trío consentido.

 

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Así que, como disponemos de salones privados y alguna reserva botellil, nos dirigimos dentro  al salón donde en el plasma nos disponemos ver al Málaga que juega (y gana)  Cenamos…libamos y nos acostamos . Agotadísimos. Son las 10,45 de la noche.generalife

 

THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

 

 

El día siguiente es de vuelta y como tal es de trámite. Nos habíamos despedido de nuestro anfitrión deshaciéndonos en agradecimientos. Salimos del Carmen con la sensación de dejar allí algo. Father y Santa una enorme colección de kleenex usados y una papelera llena de envases vacíos de medicamentos. Pero también con el alma y el corazón lleno de paz y de belleza, de buenos ratos en compañía de amigos. Pidiendo, por lo bajo, poder volver a este lugar de ensueño que tanto nos ha  gustado.

 

UN ULTIMO RECUERDO A NUESTRA QUERIDA ALHAMBRA

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Salimos temprano. Vamos a Santa Fe y compramos los deliciosísimos Piononos de La Ysla. Casa Ysla. Crta, de Santa Fe. Granada A92G KM.3.3 Tlf. 958 513 298.

 

Muy recomendables 9 € la caja de doce unidades. Riquísimos.

 

Comemos en un restaurante en Villanueva del Trabuco. Y llegamos a Málaga sin caravana. Afortunadamente.

 

Ha sido un viaje precioso, entrañable y cautivador.

 

Los acompañantes han sido en todo momento respetuosos, atentos y cariñosos. Un dechado de amabilidad.

 

Ahora no queda sino preparar el siguiente.

 

Ojalá no tarde demasiado.

 

Finalizado y Editado en mi blog: https://gorgonzola1.wordpress.com/ el 28 de Abril de 2009

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DE TEBEOS, COMICS Y SUPERHEROES. DIA DEL LIBRO

Hoy Es el día del libro. Y la onomástica me ha dado que pensar. Conozco gente que jamás se ha leído un libro. Nada que reprochar. Bueno si, queda el reproche de lo que se están perdiendo; pero ese es su problema. Se pierden el  viajar. El viajar a  través de la palabra ajena a lugares insospechados, desconocidos; vivir aventuras y mundos personales, protagonizar situaciones que, reales o ficticias, nos hubiésemos perdido de no haber caído en nuestras manos el tocho en cuestión. O al menos, haber tenido la inquietud de ojearlo. Pero, bueno, eso es una consideración. No es el fin de esta exposición.

 Viene al caso porque estuve reflexionando que es lo que lleva a una persona a ser lector habitual o no. Y de ahí, me vino al magín como empezó mi afición a la lectura.

 

DE TEBEOS, COMICS Y SUPERHEROES.

 

 Hay un trayecto, una ruta trazada en mi vida, en relación con las letras escritas y los dibujos.

 Empieza a la edad aproximada de seis años, deduzco la edad pues a la edad de los ocho,m mudé de casa y queda en mi mente esa “partición” en mi vida. Empieza, sigo, con los cuentos troquelados, que sin saberlo, me introducen en el mundo de Don Carlos Perrault de los hermanos Grimm y Hans Christian Andersen. Llega a mi vida el color y el olor; y si se me aprieta mucho, el sabor del cartón derretido por los bocados que infligía a los sufridos cuentos.

Viene después el entrañable y afamado TBO (Qué le da nombre al formato) y continuamos después con las historias de El Capitán Trueno, El Jabato, El Guerrero del Antifaz, El Cachorro… y tantos héroes nacionales que me enseñaron a aprender, por ejemplo  el significado de la palabra Almadía (Una balsa de madera ,si no estoy equivocado). O Bajel, que a esa edad como que no sabía, ni hoy aún, donde emplearla adecuadamente.

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También aprendí  exclamaciones de sorpresa (Sapristi! Cáspita!) como las que decía el inefable ayudante del ínclito Roberto Alcazar: Pedrín. Supe distinguir la diferencia entre lo maciza (si, a esa temprana edad) que estaba Claudia -la novia del Jabato- en contra de la noña y estrecha -en lo referente al restregón sexual- de la  aguerrida doncella Reina de Thule Sigrid, que tantas calenturas y noches de insomnio, debió de provocar al pobre Capitán “Pajillero” Trueno.

 

Todas estas lecturas procedían de los tebeos atesorados por mis hermanos mayores y que desgraciadamente se perdieron para siempre. Voto a brios!. Santiago y cierra España!. Nunca entendía donde guardaba Santiago las llaves. El Alatriste en Breda muchos años después, me aclaró el significado del grito.

 Un primo mio, me proporcionó mi primer encuentro con Tintín. Mi primo, en realidad sobrino, Pascualón.  Durante unas épocas viví en casa de mi Tía Lourdes, en un paradisíaco sitio en el centro de Málaga llamado La Cañada de los Ingleses. Dormía en el cuarto de vacaciones -y retiro de su cátedra madrileña- de mi Tío José María; en una casita independiente llena de estanterías atiborradas de libros y llenas también de escarabajos, ciempiés e insectos varios que llegaban a instruirse procedentes del monte.

 

La de miedo que habré he pasado esas noches en la mas absoluta oscuridad. Y cuando digo absoluta..era absoluta. Solamente se compensaba por  un ansiado amanecer lleno luz, los cantos de los pájaros y el olor perenne de los eucaliptos, de los pinos y del pan tostado con mantequilla Lorenzana y el Nestquick ardiente que todas las mañanas me preparaba mi queridísima Tía Lourdes.

 

Con el primer libro de Tintín que leí en mi vida -y que sigue siendo uno de mis preferidos- El Asunto Tornasol, aprendí (de memoria) los trazos de lo que mas tarde los eruditos llamaron La línea Clara. Pues me quedaba embobado un buen rato admirando todos los detalles de cada una de las viñeta.

 

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Había un personaje llamado el Marques de Gorgonzola. De donde saque mi Nick. También pensé en Haddock, pero este tenía una afición desmedida al whisky Loch Lomond y lo deseche para evitar malos ejemplos. Aún conservo los libros de Tintín con los lomos de tela (algunos con las señales del paso del tiempo)  y varios son primeras ediciones. Vinieron después los Pumby, Jaimito, DDT. Tiovivo y seguía con el TBO que me dieron a conocer entre otros a Benejam y a Coll. A Escobar y a Ibáñez, Y a muchos maestros más del trazo. Los inventos de Profesor Franz de Copenhague!

 

Decía antes, que en esa época me mudé. El Portero de mi casa, Felipe me acuerdo que se llamaba, tenia bajo su cama un tesoro, digo bien: tesoro, en forma de ejemplares originales de la colección de superhéroes Marvel.

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Spiderman, Dan Defensor (Daredevil se llama hoy) los 4 Fantásticos y La Patrulla X, Kelly Ojo Mágico, (uno de mis favoritos y nada conocido) Namor el Hombre Pez, Estela Plateada, Zarpa de Acero… No me olvido  de La Masa… Que mutantes mas molones. Tenía interminables conversaciones con Felipe, el cual se asombraba de que un chiquillo se supiese de memoria los relatos  y personajes de las aventuras que el guardaba indebidamente en una caja de cartón debajo de la cama. Enorme y plana caja. El trasiego de libros prestados era interminable. Un aciago día me comunico que Dolores ,su mujer, había derramado un cubo lleno de agua sucia tras barrer la portería que habitaban y se  estropearon.

 

El rebote que cogí fue chico. No imaginaba que esos ejemplares no estuviesen debidamente ordenados en estanterías a salvo de riadas inoportunas. Al cabo del tiempo, comprendí, que Felipe y Dolores, no solo no tendrían estanterías sino que además, lo mas probable, es que esos tesoros los hubiesen vendido en las tiendas de compra y venta que pululaban en esos tiempos y a la que acudían gente de las que en aquella época se les denominaba “sin posibles”. Podría haberlos comprado yo? Me imagino que no, pero hubiese sido una magnifica inversión. Sin duda.

 Quedan los superhéroes, por el momento en segundo plano, Volverán con ímpetu renovado.

 

Y llegan los libros de la Colección Historias.

 

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La Colección Historias tenían un particular formato. Primero, el libro iba con una funda a todo color cuya primera característica consistía en un lomo con fotos de primer plano de los principales personajes de la historia y su nombre debajo. La otra particularidad era que, una página era solo texto, la de la izquierda y la de la derecha era el mismo texto resumido pero en viñetas. O al revés.

 

El perfecto tránsito de los “muñequitos” a la letra pura y dura. Así que cuando los dibujitos eran mas interesantes de lo habitual, siempre se podía acudir al texto para complementar la trama con todo lujo de detalles. Esta colección me animó a conocer al Nemo de Verne y al Gulliver de Swift. Al Robinsón de Defoe y al Sandokán de Salgari ; el Sherlock de Sir Arthur y las noches de miedo debido a la pluma de Edgard Allan Poe.

 

Llega la época de Asterix y Obelix. Cada tomo que sale es un acontecimiento. Y aprovecho las salida de mis padres a sus partiditas de póker con los matrimonios amigos, para sablearlos y comprarme el ultimo tomo. Lucky Luke. Iznogud.

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Todos estos tomos, originales, aun los guardo junto a los Tintines como un preciado tesoro.

 

Completado el tránsito a la letra entera. Peero…los dibujitos me siguen fascinando y formando parte de mi vida lectora. Los 70. Ocupan mi tiempo Mafalda con Felipe, Manolito y Susanita acompañan al Forges y Ceesepe. Al Ops y al Chummy. El argentino Horacio Altuna y sus tristísimas Puertitas del Sr. López. Roberto el Carca de Pamies…

 

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Pero fíjate que llegan los 80 y siguen entrando en mi vida las viñetas de manos de la psicodelia y demases. Los 70 y los 80 con Robert Crumb hicieron mella en mi. Las Chicas de Crumb, El gato Fritz, el magnifico Mr. Natural y ese mantra tan absolutamente divertido que proporcionaba al coñazo de turno: “Oh! Ket ontos oy”.

 

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Llegan Richard Corben y Moebius, el alter ego de Jean Giraud, autor del Teniente Blueberry. Colaborador en el diseño de filmes tales y como Tron, Alien y mi adorada Blade Runner, entre otras obras maestras.

 

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Los Freak Brothers de Gilbert Shelton. Empieza la compra masiva de unos cuadernos ilustrados que no solo me provocan risas y fantasía, sino que además intervienen de forma ruinosa mi bolsillo.

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Me hago con las colecciones completa de CIMOC y de Cairo. Comix Internacional. 1984. Me estoy arruinando poco poco. Tótem. Llega Metal Hurlant ( Heavy Metal se llama en los States), Una colección de los Humanoides Asociados que guardo como un tesoro.

 

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Carlos Gimenez me traslada a la postguerra Española con su terrible serie “Paracuellos” y con Barrio. 

 

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Pasan los años….

 

Muchos, muchos años mas tarde, mi vena comiquera vuelve con renovados bríos y con la adquisición de ediciones facsímiles de El Capitán Trueno, El Jabato, El Guerrero del Antifaz, la Hazañas Bélicas de Boixcar así como  algunos ejemplares originales con las aventuras de Carpanta, La familia Cebolleta, Gordito relleno, Zipi y Zape (que nunca me gustaron) y sobre todo joyas impagables como son La Familia Ulises, y Las aventuras de Eustaquio Morcillón y Babali. Las dos de Benejam. A Mortadelo lo dejamos. Aunque solo un titulo ya vale la fama de F. Ibáñez: Valor, Y … Al toro!!!. Divertidísimo.

 

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Esta serie de lecturas configuraron mi actual predisposición a ser lector habitual. He  tratado de inculcar el placer de la lectura a mis dos hijos. Y aunque he tenido un cierto éxito con Cristina, con Cigalowsky , me ha sido imposible implementarle la afición debido a la desigual batalla… Internet ha ganado la guerra.

 

Bueno…esto ha sido una especie de biografía literaria del que suscribe. Espero que el coñazo no haya sido de importancia. Aunque mucho me temo que si.

 

 

 

 

 

 

VIAJE A GRANADA. SEMANA SANTA 3

LOS GORGONZOLA EN GRANADA.

CAP. 3

 

PASSIO GRANATENSIS II

 

Viernes Santo .10 de Abril del presente año 2009.

 

07.00 AM, Father se levanta hecho un figurín como es costumbre, a esa intempestiva hora. Trata de despertar a Santa que le corresponde con un precioso recuerdo hacia sus antepasados fallecidos.

 

Father coge al vuelo la directísima indirecta. Y se va por patas.

 

Ducha reparadora para hacer tiempo. Se levanta Santa a eso de las 09.00 AM y nos dirigimos hacia el comedor,recogemos antes la prensa local .Father se decide por el Ideal de Granada donde viene puntual informacion de lohorarios y recorridos de lo que será el evento de la Semana Santa granadina : La Passio Granatensis., ya hablaremos de ella mañana.

 

Icha ,el camarero marroquí,nos indica que el desayuno es autoservicio. Potrapena! Asi que nos acercamos a la mesa donde tras dudar cinco segundos nos ponemos a la tarea.

 

 El comedor desierto, nos tienta para la realización de un descomunal desayuno.

 

Nos proveemos de zumos de naranjas, cafes con leche, 3 panecillos previamente tostados, tomate triturado al que añadimos aceite,sal Maldon y pimienta. Obviamos la bolleria. Somos hetero.

 

Repetimos zumos y cafeses.

Father haciendo gala de una inmoralidad intachable,roba la página del Diario Ideal donde vienen los horarios procesionales y deja cojo el periódico. No debe de hacerse, lo sé, pero uno es débil cuando se trata de complementar el planning con informacion local.

 

Cuando acabamos ,Mascarpone ya provisto de El Pais, nos releva en el comedor donde come lo mismo que nosotros además de un tazón de cereales con leche. Pa la flora intestinal, nos dice.

  

Subimos de nuevo para la ducha de Santa y la espera de los rezagados dormilones: Mozzarello,Cruz y Bendita que duerme como una idem.

Despues de un buen rato. De un gran rato ,que aprovechamos para pasear por los jardines del Carmen viendo sus fuentes y su sistema de acequias. Fotoss y mas fotoss…. Nos ponemos en marcha hacia el centro de la ciudad donde iniciaremos una rutita tapera y monumental.

 

 

Bajamos la Cuesta de Chapíz y entramos en el Palacio de los Córdova ,precioso lugar a los pies del  sempiterno palacio nazarí. La Alhambra nos acompaña preciosa y continuamente.

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Continuamos para llegar al Paseo de los tristes, un precioso sitio junto al Paseo Padre Manjó. Un emplazamiento lleno de pérgolas atiborradas de glicinias moradas que al caer en cascada ,le confiere una belleza única al lugar. Este paseo esta lleno de terrazas a los pies de La Alhambra que es digna de admirar. Siempre con el Darro discurriendo entre la fortaleza y las terrazas. Muy recomendable paseo. 

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Seguimos por la carrera del Darro camino de Plaza Nueva. Hay restos de puentes que conectaban la Alhambra con la ciudad y te dan idea de lo que significaba este palacio.

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Los Turistas llenan estas calles ,pues es un paseo precioso. Llegamos a Plaza Nueva desde donde parte la Cuesta Gomérez que sube a la La Alhambra. Pasamos por la zona de Calle Elvira, lugar lleno de teterías donde tomarte una infusión y algun dulce tipico arabe es rito obligado. Aunque nosotros no lo hicimos debido a lo temprano de la hora.

 

Y llegamos al centro de la ciudad desde Plaza Nueva a la confluencia de Gran Via y Avenida Reyes Católicos. Nos dirigimos hacia la Capilla  Real donde reposan los restos de Isabel y Fernando e hijos. Lugar en el que pretendíamos contemplar los Sepulcros Reales,la Reja y el Archivo.Mision Imposible!!! Las colas son abrumadoras. Debido a la Passio Granatensis,se han desplazado mas de 250.000 personas desde toda andalucia. Entramos ,eso si, en la Catedral donde hacemos fotos a un par de tronos que esperan al desfile procesional del Sábado Santo.

 

Asi pues, dirigimos nuestros pasos hacia la Alcaiceria. Un espectacular conjunto de calles que conforman la morería y la judería con multitud de tiendas y gitanas choriceras con el truco de la ramita de romero.

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Te leo la mano,mi arma?,dice en perfecto sevillano, esgrimiendo la ramita en cuestion.

Señopa pol favol !! que zemos de Málaga.

Malaje!!! Replica la calesa (femenino de calé)

 

Primera parada tapera: Intentamos entrar en los recomendados Los Noventa (C/Navas,15) y los afamados Los Diamantes 1 y 2 tambien en C/Navas 28 el primero y algo mas abajo el segundo.

 

Curiosamente estan cerrados.!!!!

 

Asi que despues de unas cervezas en uno cuyo nombre no me acuerdo y donde nos ponen de tapita un enorrme plato de migas con pimiento fritos y naranja, nos dirigimos a un precioso bar (pijo bar) donde degustamos unos Ribera del Duero con un plato de jamon y queso de regalo. Me encanta esta costumbre.

Este es: Puerta del Carmen. Taberna-Restaurante.Plaza del Carmen,1 Tlf. 958 22 37 37. Muy recomendable.

 

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Comienza a llover y decidimos ir a unos de los sitios mas típicos de Granada: El Bar Bocadilleria Aliatar(Como el de los caracoles del Albaicin) Fundada en el año 1947. Allí father da cuenta de un riquisimo bocadillo de ¡¡¡Habas con Jamon!!!

 

Os parecerá extraño ,pero no solo estaba riquísimo sino que era de los mas caros de los muchisimos que componen la carta de este sitio. Buenisimos bocadillos: de flamenquines, de hamburguesa empanada,de jamon plancha…de todo! Bar Aliatar. C/ San Sebastian, 4 Tlf. 958 26 61 16.

 

Decidimos regrasar al Carmen…volvemos sobre nuestros pasos y en la Carrera del Darro,adquirimos una botella de Whisky Cutty Sark y otra de Ron Barceló para prevenir futuras infecciones estomacales. Desde alli se nos ocurre subir andando para cortar por unas enorrmes y asimétricas escaleras que, a causa del gripazo que acarrea, deja a Father para el absoluto arrastre. Me cago en tor Larbaicin.

 

Nos sentamos a comer en el comedor del Carmen y como es lógico no probamos casi nada. Potaje de acelgas, garbanzos y bacalao. Lenguado con menestra. Brruuup! No pué ser!

 

 

Descanso y por la tarde nos encaminamos hacia el sacromonte,donde una gitana con aspecto nada recomendable,La Barbie Canalla, le llamabamos, nos mete de las orejas en una cueva y nos pone una cerveza por cohoness en la mano, ademas de regalarnos tres ceniceros con la pretension de que asistamos a un espectaculo flamenco.

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20 Euros nos quiere cobrar!! Como solo le damos 10, nos quita los ceniceros.

 

No os podeis imaginar como se pone el Sacromonte por la noche de autobuses repletos de japoneses. Ni ceniceros que tenian que llevarse desde la Cueva de la Barbie Canalla.

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Subimos desde el Sacromonte hacia el Albaicin,donde volvemos a comernos unos caracoles y aprovechando que hemos encontrado una ,milagrosamente tienda abierta, adquirimos una botella de ron Brugal y otra de Havana 7,para seguir previniendo posibles infecciones estomacales.

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Cenamos en el Carmen y bajamos al salon ( exclusivo para nosotros) donde tenemos un plasma de 42” unos tresillos comodisimos ,unas vitrinas repletas de vasos y una máquina de hielo incansable. Alli pasamos un par de horas tratando de prevenir posibles infecciones estomacales.

 

Caen la de Havana 7 y media de Brugal. Le damos entierro adecuado a los cascos vacios. R.I.P. (Recicla In Papelera).

 

 

 

Ultima foto desde los jardines a nuestra amiga:

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No vamos a dormir. La mona.

 

 

Que lo que sigue es La Alhambra.

 

Pero eso será mañana.

 

Continuará….

 

 

 

CANCIONES FAMILIARES EN INGLÉS CON ACORDES 3

 

Duncan

Paul Simon

 

Em                         D

Couple in the next room    Bound to win a prize  they’ve been

G            A         D          C              G

goin’ at it  all night long  Well I’m  tryin to get some sleep but these

C               G               C            G

motel walls are cheep  Lincoln Duncan is my name and here’s my

D                  Em

song    here’s my  song

 

 

Em                           D

My father was a fisherman  my mama was a fisherman’s friend  And

G                  A              D

I was born in the boredom and the chowder              So

C                  G             C             G

when I reached my prime  I left my home in the maritimes

C                G                D

headed down the turnpike for New England

 

solo:

C  G  C  G  C  G Em  D  Em

 

 

 

Em                      D

Holes in my confidence  holes in the knees of my jeans  I’s

G             A            D         C            G

left without a penny in my pocket    Oo  hoo hoo  wee  I’s a – bout

C               G                  C               G

destituted as a kid could be And I wish I wore a ring so I could

D                     Em

hock it   I’d like to hock it

 

 

Em                                 D

A young girl in a parking lot was preachin to a crowd  singin.

G                A                D

sacred songs and reading from the bible   Well I

C              G              C                      G

told her I was lost   and she told me all about the Pentecost  And I

C                     G               D             Em

seen that girl as the road to my surviv – – – – – – al

 

 

solo :

C    G     C     G    C    G  Em  D     Em

 

 

 

Em

Just latter on the very same night when I

D                                          G           A

crept to her tent with a flashlight and my long years of innocence

D                 C              G

ended    Well she took me to the woods sayin’

C                            G                    C          G

“Here comes somethin’ and it feels so good!” And just like a dog I was

D                       Em

befriended   I was befriended

 

 

Em                   D

Oh  oh  what a night Oh what a garden of delight

G            A       D

Even now that sweet memory lingers

C             G            C               G

playin’ my guitar   lying underneath the stars  Just

C            G           D                 Em

thankin’ the lord for my fingers    for my fingers

 

 

fade out :

 

C     G     C      G      C     G Em  D    Em

 

 

 

FATHER AND SON

Cat Stevens

 

G              D            C                 Am7

It’s not time to make a change, just relax and take it easy

G                 Em

You’re still young that’s your fault,

Am               D

there’s so much you have to know

G            D            C                Am7

Find a girl, settle down, if you want to, you can marry

G        Em           Am     D

Look at me, I am old, but I’m happy

G                 Bm7        C                 Am7

I was once like you are now, and I know that its not easy

G                 Em                    Am   D

to be calm, when you’ve found something going on.

G             Bm7           C                Am7

But take your time, think a lot, think of everything you’ve got

G               Em               D          G

For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not

 

G-C G-C

 

Chorus:

G          Bm             C                  Am7

How can I try to explain?  when I do he turns away again

G               Em             Am    D

it’s always been the same, same old story

G              Bm         C          Am7

From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen

G         Em     D       G

now there’s a way and I know I have to go away

D      C       G    G-C  G-C

and I know I have to go

 

 

 

 

HARD HEADED WOMAN

Cat Stevens

 

Dm    G                         C

I’m looking for a hard headed woman

Cm                F        Dm   Am

One who’ll take me for myself

Bb         G       C           F

And if I find my hard headed woman

Bb           C        F         Am

I won’t need nobody else, no, no, no

 

I’m looking for a hard headed woman

One who’ll make me do my best

And if I find my hard headed woman

I know the rest of my life will be blessed, yes, yes, yes

 

Dm   G                  C

I know a lot of fancy dancers

Cm               F              Dm    Am/F

People who can glide you on a floor

Bb        F          Bb          F    C

They move so smooth but have no answers

Gm            C                          F  Am

When you ask “why’d you come here for?”

Am             D              Am

I know, many fine feathered friends

D               F       E          A

but their friendliness depends on how you do

 

Dm     G                        C

I’m looking for a hard headed woman

Cm               F           Dm   Am  F

one who’ll make me feel so good

Bb     F  Bb            F      C

And if I find my hard headed woman

Gm          C                  F            Am

I know my life will be as it should, yes, yes, yes

 

Dm G  Dm  G  Dm  G Dm

 

 

 

How Can I Tell You

Cat Stevens

 

intro: Em A D G

Em           A               D G D G      Em  A

How can I tell you that I love  you, I love you

D     G        D              G

But I can’t think of right words to say

Em              A               D G    D        G

I long to tell you that I am always thinking of you,

Em                 A

I’m always thinking of you,

D     G     D       G  D G D        G

But my words just blow away,     just blow away

Em                   A

It always ends up to one thing, honey,

D     G     D                 G    Em A

And I can’t think of right words to say.

 

Wherever I am, girl,

I am always walking with you,

I am always walking with you,

But I look and you’re not there,

Whoever I’m with I’m always,

I’m always talking to you,

I’m always talking to you,

And I’m sad that you can’t hear,

Sad that you can’t hear,

It always adds up to one thing, honey,

When I look and you’re not there.

 

Em A D G D G  (repeat 4 times)

I need to know you,

Need to feel my arms around you,

Feel my arms surround you,

Like sea around a shore,

I pray in hope that I might find you,

In hope that I might find you,

Because hearts can do no more,

Can do no more.

It always adds up to one thing, honey,

Still I kneel upon the floor.

 

 

MOONSHADOW

Cat Stevens

 

Refrain:

D                       A7  D       G            A7

Oh, I’m bein’ followed by a moonshadow, moon shadow, moonshadow—

D                       A7  D       G           A7  D

Leapin and hoppin’ on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow—

 

Verse 1:

G         D        G    D    G       D            Em  A7

And if I ever lose my hands, lose my plough, lose my land,

G    D         G      D      Em A7 D F#m Bm   Em            A       D

Oh if I ever lose my hands, Oh if————- I won’t have to work no more.

 

Verse 2 (use same chords as Verse 1 for all verses):

And if I ever lose my eyes, if my colours all run dry,

Yes if I ever lose my eyes, Oh if————- I won’t have to cry no more.

 

Refain

 

Verse 3:

And if I ever lose my legs, I won’t moan, and I won’t beg,

Yes if I ever lose my legs, Oh if————- I won’t have to walk no more.

 

Verse 4:

And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north and south,

Yes if I ever lose my mouth, Oh if————- I won’t have to talk…

 

Verse 5:

E7                    A       E                    A

Did it take long to find me?  I asked the faithful light.

E                     A       E7                   A

Did it take long to find me?  And are you gonna stay the night?

 

Refrain

G           A7  D       G           A7  D

moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow.

 

 

 

Morning Has Broken

Cat Stevens

 

Intro =>

 

D     G     A     F#    Bm    G7     C     F     C

 

C    Dm  G              F    C

Morning has brok-en, like the first morn-ing

 

Em   Am  D7             G

Blackbird has spok-en, like the first bird

 

C              F    F    C              Am   D

Praise for the sing-ing, praise for the morn-ing

 

G               C      F   G              C

Praise for them spring-ing fresh from the world

 

 

C    F    G    E     Am     G7    C    G7sus

 

C   Dm    G           F    C

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heav-en

 

Em  Am    D7           G

Like the first dew fall, on the first grass

 

C              F     F    C          Am   D

Praise for the sweet-ness of the wet gard-en

 

G         C        F    G              C

Sprung in complete-ness where his feet pass

 

 

C    F    G    E   Am    F#    Bm     G     D    A7    D

 

D   Em    A           G    D

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morn-ing

 

F#m Bm     E        A

Born of the one light, Eden saw play

 

D           G   G     D            Bm   E

Praise with ela-tion, praise every morn-ing

 

A     D      G    A7         D

God’s recrea-tion of the new day

 

 

G    A    F#    Bm     G7     C     F    C

 

C    Dm  G              F    C

Morning has brok-en, like the first morn-ing

 

Em   Am  D7             G

Blackbird has spok-en, like the first bird

 

C              F    F    C              Am   D

Praise for the sing-ing, praise for the morn-ing

 

G               C      F   G              C

Praise for them spring-ing fresh from the world

 

 

C   F   G   E   Am   F#   Bm  G  D  A   D

 

 

 

 

O Caritas

 

 Cat  Stevens

 

Dm            C   A

Hunc ornatum  mundi

Dm   C7   A

Nolo perdere

Dm        Am7  Bb        A   Dm        C

Video flagrare video flagare video flagrare

Bb    A

Omnia res

Dm        Am7  Bb        A   Dm        C

Audio clamare audio clamare audio clamare

A7   Dm

Homines

 

Dm            A

Nune extinguitur

Gm             A    Dm

Mund(i) et astrorum lumen

A

Nune concipitur

Gm      A        Dm

Mali hominis crimen

G  C   G   C    G  C  G  C

Tristitat(e) et lacrimis

Bb            Dm    C Dm G

Gravis est dolor

C   G  C  F  C  G  C

De terraeque maribus

E7             Am

Magnus est clamor

G C  G  C F  C  G C

O Caritas O Caritus

Bb                 A  Gm C Bb Dm

Nobis sempur sit amo

A               A7           Dm

Nos perituri mortem salutamus (ah ah) [gradual increase in volume]

A      A7       Dm

Sola resurgit vita

 

[solo interspersed with  ahh and ah’s]

 

(Repeat from Nune Concipitur)

Dm                C       A

Ah, this world is burning fast

Dm                  C     A

Oh, this world will never last

Dm              C        Bb              A        Dm              C        A          Dm

I don’t want to lose it, I don’t want to lose it, I don’t want to lose it, here in my time.

Bb              A     Dm              C     Bb              A    A7         Dm   A       Dm A Dm

Give me time forever, give me time forever, give me time forever here in my time……

 

 

 

PEACE TRAIN

 Cat Stevens

 

C/E G5/F Fmaj9 G5/F C/E  F(2) G(2) F/A  F/A G/B F(8) G(10) F(8) F(8) G(10) F(8)

 

C    G     C             F        G        F

Now I’ve been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come

F  G   Am        Asus4 Am    F        G     F

And I believe it could be, something good has begun

 

Oh I’ve been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one

And I believe it could be, some day it’s going to come

 

Cos out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train

Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again

 

Now I’ve been smiling lately, thinking about the good things to come

And I believe it could be, something good has begun

 

CHORUS:

C/E   G5/F  Fmaj9  G5/F C/E

Oh peace train sounding louder

F      G       F         F  G  Am    Asus4 Am

Glide on the peace train oh ah ee ah  oh ah

F     G      F

Come on now peace train

C/E   G5/F Fmaj9 G5/F C/E

Yes, peace train holy  roller

F         G           F         F  G  Am    Asus4 Am

Everyone jump on the peace train oh ah ee ah  oh ah

F    G      F

Come on now peace train

 

Get your bags together, go bring your good friends too

Cos it’s getting nearer, it soon will be with you

 

Now come and join the living, it’s not so far from you

And it’s getting nearer, soon it will all be true

 

CHORUS #2:

Oh peace train sounding louder

Glide on the peace train oh ah ee ah oh ah

Come on now peace train, peace train

 

Fmaj9 G5/F C/E  Am7 Gm7 F/A    F G Am Asus4 Am  F G F

 

Now I’ve been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is

Why must we go on hating, why can’t we live in bliss

 

Cos out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train

Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again

 

CHORUS:

Oh peace train sounding louder

Glide on the peace train oh ah ee ah oh ah

Come on now the peace train

Yes peace train holy roller

Everyone jump on the peace train oh ah ee ah oh ah

Come on, come on, come on

F    G    F

Yes come on peace train

F    G              C   C/E G5/F Fmaj9 F(2) G(2) F/A

Yes it’s the peace train

F  G  Am   Asus4 Am      F    G       F

Oh ah ee ah  oh ah     Come on now peace train

Fmaj9 G5/F C/E  Am7 Gm7 F/A    F G Am Asus4 Am  F G F

Oh peace train

 

 

 

SAD LISA

Cat Stevens

 

e                                                               D         C

She hangs her head and cries in my shirt,

D                            e      D  G

she must be hurt very badly.

D                e  A

Tell me what’s making you sadly ?

e                 A                 D         C

Open your door, don’t hide in the dark,

D                            e                D     G

you’ve lost in the dark, you can trust me

D                    e   A

‘cause you know that’s how it must be.

e                A           H (H7)    e  D  e

Lisa, Lisa, sad Lisa, Lisa.

 

e                                                           D     C

Her eyes like windows tricklin’ rain,

D                    e       D    G

upon her pain getting deeper.

D                               e   A

Tho’ my love wants to relieve her.

e                 A               D              C

She walks alone from wall to wall,

D                e                             D          G

lost in a hall, she can’t hear me,

D                                 e         A

tho’ I know she likes to be near me.

e                A           H (H7)    e  D  e

Lisa, Lisa, sad Lisa, Lisa.

 

e                                                D         C

She sits in a corner by the door.

D                    e         D           G

There must be more I can tell her,

D                  e            A

if she really wants me to help her,

e                   A               D          C

I’ll do what I can to show her the way.

D             e                D            G

And maybe I will free her,

D                     e    A

tho’ I know no one can see her.

e                A           H (H7)    e  D  e

Lisa, Lisa, sad Lisa, Lisa.

 

 

Tea for the Tillerman}

Cat Stevens

 

Bring [C]tea for the tillerman, [Dm]steak for the [F]sun

[C]Wine for the women who made the rain [Bb]come

[F]Seagulls sing your [C]hearts away [G] ‘cause while the [C]sinners [Am]sin

The [G]children play.

[C]Oh, [Dm]Lord how they [Em] and play, [F] for that [G]happy day, for that [Bb]happy day

 

The Wind

Cat Stevens

 

I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul.

Where I’ll end up, well I think, only God really knows.

 

 

Chorus: ??

 

G  A G             A   D     Em

I sat upon the setting sun

 

A G          A  G         A G

I never, never, never, never

 

A G            A   D     Em

I never wanted water once

 

A G           A    D  (back to the verse)

I Never, never, never.

 

 

 

Verse2:

I listen to my words but they fall far below.

I let my music take me where my heart wants to go.

 

G  A G             A   D      Em

I swam upon the Devil’s Lake

 

A G          A  G         A G

I never, never, never, never

 

A G            A      D     Em

I’ll never make the same mistake

 

A G           A    D

I Never, never, never.

 

 

 

 

 

WHERE DO THE CHILDREN PLAY

 Cat Stevens

 

D  G  D  G  D  G  D  G  C  Em  C  Em  A  D  G  D  G

 

D         G             D       G

Well I think it’s fine, building jumbo planes

D         G         D       G

Or taking a ride on a cosmic train

D         G           D      G

Switch on summer from a slot machine

D                          G                      D     G

Yes, get what you want to if you want ‘cos you can get anything

Em           A                 Em             A

I know we’ve come a long way, we’re changing day to day

Em            A                     D   G  D  G  D  G  D  G

But tell me, where do the children play?

 

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass

For your lorryloads pumping petrol gas

And you make them long, and you make them tough

C            G                     C         G

But they just go on and on, and it seems you can’t get off

 

Oh, I know we’ve come a long way

We’re changing day to day

But tell me, where do the children play?

 

C  Em  C  Em  A  D  G  D  G  D  G  D  G

 

When you crack the sky, scrapers fill the air

Will you keep on building higher

‘til there’s no more room up there?

C       G            C        G

Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?

C              G                       C      G

Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?

Em7           A

I know we’ve come a long way

Em7             A

We’re changing day to day–hey

Em            A                    D    G   D  G

But tell me, where do the children play?

 

 

 

Englishman In New York

Sting

 

Bm  Bm7

 

Em             A            Bm           Bm7

I don’t drink coffee I take tea my dear

Em         A                Bm    Bm7

I like my toast done on the side

Em           A            Bm            Bm7

And you can hear it in my accent when I talk

Em        A       Bm   Bm7

I’m an Englishman in New York

 

See me walking down Fifth Avenue

A walking cane here at my side

I take it everywhere I walk

I’m an Englishman in New York

 

Em      A      Bm          Bm7

I’m an alien   I’m a legal alien

Em        A       Bm   Bm7

I’m an Englishman in New York

Em      A      Bm          Bm7

I’m an alien   I’m a legal alien

Em        A       Bm   Bm7

I’m an Englishman in New York

 

If “manners maketh man” as someone said

Then he’s the hero of the day

It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile

Be yourself no matter what they say

 

I’m an alien   I’m a legal alien

I’m an Englishman in New York

I’m an alien   I’m a legal alien

I’m an Englishman in New York

 

D                       A         A7

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety

Bm           Bm7             F#

You could end up as the only one

G                        A

Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society

Gdim7                              Bm

At night a candle’s brighter than the sun

 

Takes more than combat gear to make a man

Takes more than license for a gun

Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can

A gentleman will walk but never run

 

If “manners maketh man” as someone said

Then he’s the hero of the day

It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile

Be yourself no matter what they say

 

I’m an alien   I’m a legal alien

I’m an Englishman in New York

I’m an alien   I’m a legal alien

I’m an Englishman in New York

ake it everywhere I walk

I’m an suffer ignorance and smile

Be yourself no matter what they say

 

I’m an alien   I’m a legal alien

I’m an Englishman in New York

I’m an alien   I’m a legal alien

I’m an Englishman in New York

 

D                       A         A7

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety

Bm           Bm7             F#

You could end up as the only one

G                        A

Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society

Gdim7                              Bm

At night a candle’s brighter than the sun

 

Takes more than combat gear to make a man

Takes more than license for a gun

Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can

A gentleman will walk but never run

 

If “manners maketh man” as someone said

Then he’s the hero of the day

It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile

Be yourself no matter what they say

 

I’m an alien   I’m a legal alien

I’m an Englishman in New York

I’m an alien   I’m a legal alien

I’m an Englishman in New York

 

 

 

Give a Little Bit

Supertramp

 

 

D                A  D                       G     A        G A G

Give a little bit,    give a little bit of your love to me

D                A   D                       G   A         G A G

Give a little bit, I’ll give a little bit of my love to you

Bm                      Em7     E7

There’s so much that we need to share

G                 Bm       A   D A

Send a smile and show you care

 

D                     A  D                         G   A          G A G

I’ll give a little bit,  I’ll give a little bit of my life for you

D                   A D                     G    A         G A G

So give a little bit, give a little bit of your time to me

Bm                    Em7    E7

See the man with the lonely eyes

G                      Bm        A D A

Take his hand, you’ll be surprised

 

F#7 Bm F#7 Bm F#7 C G C G  (A D) 8x

 

D               A  D                    G      A       G A G

Give a little bit, give a little bit of your love to me

D               A   D                        G    A        G A G

Give a little bit, I’ll give a little bit of my life to you

Bm                     Em7       E7

Now’s the time that we need to share

C           G           C      G        A   D A D

So find yourself, we’re on our way back home

D     A    D

.. going home

A         D               A   D

.. don’t you need to feel at home

A    D

 

 

 

 

PSYCHO KILLER

Talking Heads

 

A

I can’t seem to face up to the facts

I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax

I can’t sleep cause my bed’s on fire

Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire

 

 

CHORUS

F               G

Psycho killer, qu’est-ce que c’est

Am

Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa  better

F             G                C

Run run run run run run run away

F               G

Psycho killer, qu’est-ce que c’est

Am

Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa  better

F             G                C

Run run run run run run run away

F         G

Oh______  ayayayay

 

 

I passed out hours ago

I’m sadder than you’ll ever know

I close my eyes on this sunny day

Say something once, why say it again

 

CHORUS

 

 

Bm                        C

Ce que j’ai fais, ce soir la

Bm                        C

Ce que j’ai fais, ce soir la

jA

Realisant, mon espoir

G

Je me lance, vers la goire

A             G

Okay_________

A                G

Ayayayayayayayay

A                             G

We are vain and we are blind

A                                      G

I hate people when they’re not polite

 

 

 

You’ve Got A Friend

James Taylor

 

 

4/4 (capo 2nd)  G/C Cd/Gsus4 G/F#m7 B7

 

Em      B7             Em     B7          Em7

When you’re down and troubled and you need a helping hand,

Am7          D7sus4                G     Gsus4   G

and nothing, oh, nothing is going right,

F#m7                    B7          Em        B7         Em7

close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there

Am7         Bm7                    D7sus4 /D7

to brighten up even your darkest night.

 

G          Gmaj7       Cmaj7             Am7

You just call out my name,  and you know wherever I am,

D7sus4       Gmaj7                 D7sus4

I’ll come running to see you again.

G                          Gmaj7  Cmaj7                   Em7

 

Winter, spring, summer, or fall,  all you got to do is call

Cmaj7    Bm7              Am7  D7sus4

and I’ll be there,     yeah, yeah, yeah.  (2nd time –>*)

D7sus4             G/C Cd/Gsus4 G/F#m7

You’ve got a friend.

 

B7        Em    B7               Em       B7            Em7

If the sky above you should turn dark and full of clouds,

Am7       D7sus4                   G  Gsus4  G

and that old north wind should begin to blow,

F#m7                 B7     Em          B7       Em7

keep your head together and call my name out loud.

Am7          Bm7                    D7sus4

Soon I’ll be knocking upon your door.  ——>(**)

 

*         Cf         F         C

Hey ain’t it good to know that you’ve got a friend when

G           Gsus4    Gmaj7         C                  F7

people can be so cold.     They’ll hurt you and desert you.

Em7                       A7

Well, they’ll take your soul if you let them.

 

 

D7sus4         D13

Oh yeah, but don’t you let them.

 

G          Gmaj7       Cmaj7             Am7

You just call out my name,  and you know wherever I am,

D7sus4       Gmaj7                 D7sus4

I’ll come running to see you again.

G                          Gmaj7  Cmaj7                   Em7

 

Winter, spring, summer, or fall,  all you got to do is call

C         Gb  Am7   D7sus4

and I’ll be there, yes I will.

G  C             G

You’ve got a friend.  You’ve got a friend.

C                            G

Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend?

C                           G

Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend?

C                           Gsus4  G

Oh, yeah, yeah.  You’ve got a friend.

 

 

 

Hallelujah

Rufus Wainwright

 

Intro –    C –  Am  

C                 Am

Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord

C                     Am

That David played, and it pleased the Lord

F                 G             C       G

But you don’t really care for music, do you?

C

It goes like this

F          G

The fourth, the fifth

Am              F

The minor fall, the major lift

G             Em         Am

The baffled king composing Hallelujah

~~~

F

Hallelujah

Am

Hallelujah

F

Hallelujah

Am   G  C

Hallelujah

~~~

C                        Am

Your faith was strong but you needed proof

C               Am

You saw her bathing on the roof

F              G              C       G

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

C

She tied you

F       G

To a kitchen chair

Am                        F

She broke your throne, and she cut your hair

G                  Em           Am

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

~~~

 

F           Am

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

F           Am   G  C

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

~~~

C              Am

Maybe I’ve been here before

C                   Am

I know this room I’ve walked this floor

F             G             C      G

I use to live alone before I knew you

C

I’ve seen your flag

F      G

on the marble arch

Am            F

Love is not a victory march

G               Em         Am

It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

~~~

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

~~~

I did my best, it wasn’t much

I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch

I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you

And even though

It all went wrong

I’ll stand before the Lord of Song

With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

~~~

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah

 

 

 

Heart Of Gold

Neil Young

 

Em D Em Em D E

 

Em C D G  x3

 

Em D Em

 

 

Em      C      D       C

I wanna live   I wanna give

 

Em          C           D        C

I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold.

 

Em           C         D       G

It’s these expressions I never give

 

Em                          G

That keep me searchin for a heart of gold

 

C                    G

And I’m gettin old.

 

Em                          G

That keep me searchin for a heart of gold

 

C                      G

And I’m gettin old.

 

 

I’ve been to Hollywood

I’ve been to Redwood

I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold

I’ve been in my mind, it’s such a fine line

That keeps me searching for a Heart of Gold

And I’m getting old.

 

verse:

 

Em                     D        Em

Keep me searchin for a heart of gold

 

D      Em

You keep me searchin and I’m growin old

 

D        Em

Keep me searchin for a heart of gold

 

G

I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold.

 

C           G      (hold)

 

 

THE NEEDLE AND THE DAMAGE DONE

Neil Young

 

D  D/C  G/B  Gm/Bb  C  Esus4  E  A7

 

D                           D/C

I caught you knocking at my cellar door,

 

G/B                      Gm/Bb

I love you, baby, can I have some more?

 

C F              Esus4  E

Oh the damage done.

 

I hit the city and I lost my band,

I watched the needle take another man,

Gone, gone, the damage done.

 

I sing the song because I love the man,

I know that some of you don’t understand;

milk-blood to keep from runnin’ out.

 

I’ve seen The Needle And The Damage Done,

A little part of it in everyone,

But every junkie’s like a settin’ sun.

 

D  D/C  G/B  Gm/Bb

CANCIONES FAMILIARES EN INGLÉS CON ACORDES 2

 

You’ve got a friend

Carol King

 

When you’re [Em] down and [B7] troubled and you [Em] need some [B7] lovin’ [Em] care

And [Am] nothing, [D] nothing is going [G] right

[F#m] Close your eyes and [B7] think of me and [Em] soon I [B7] will be [Em] there

To [Am] brighten up [D] even your darkest [Am] nights

 

{start_of_chorus}

You just [G] call out my name, and you [C] know, wherever I am,

I come [G] running to see you [Am] again [D7]

[G] Winter spring summer or [G7] fall [C] all you got to do is [Am] call

And I’ll [C] be there, yes I [Am] will

{end_of_chorus}

 

[A] You’ve got a [G] friend

 

If the [Em] sky a[B7]bove you grows [Em] dark and [B7] full of [Em] clouds,

and [Am] that old north [D] wind begins to [G] blow

[F#m] Keep your head [B7] togheter, and [Em] call my [B7] name out [Em] loud

[Am] Soon you’ll hear me [D] knocking at your [Am] door

{c:chorus}

[F] Now ain’t it good to know that [C] you’ve got a friend

When [G] people can be so [G7] cold

The’ll [C] hurt you, yes and [Fm] desert you and [Em] take your soul if you [Am7] let them

But [A7] don’t you let [D] them

{c:chorus}

[A] You’ve got a [G] friend. [D] You’ve got a [Em] friend

 

 

Epitaph

King Crimson

 

Em                    D                 Am              B+  B

The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams

Upon the instruments of death the sunlight brightly gleams

When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams

Will no one lay the laurel wreath as silence drowns the screams

 

Em                      Bm

Confusion will be my epitaph

As I walk a cracked and broken path               C                      Bm

If we make it we can all sit back and laugh but I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying

 

Em                    D                 Am              B+  B

Between the iron gates of fate the seeds of time were sown

And watered by the deeds of those who know and who are known

Knowledge is a deadly friend when no one sets the rules

The fate of all mankind I see is in the hands of fools

 

 

 

Em                      Bm

Confusion will be my epitaph

As I walk a cracked and broken path               C                      Bm

If we make it we can all sit back and laugh but I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying

 

 

 

I talk to the wind

King Crimnsom

 

 

 

E                    C7+             G7+             Am   B7

Said the straight man to the late man where have you been

E               C7+                  G7+             Am   B7

I’ve been here and I’ve been there and I’ve been in between

E      G7+         E         G7+

I talk to the wind my words are all carried away

E      G7+         Am             B7

I talk to the wind the wind does not hear

Am       B7

The wind cannot hear

 

I am on the outside looking inside

What do I see

Much confusion desillusion all around me

 

I talk to the wind my words are all carried away

I talk to the wind the wind does not hear

The wind cannot hear

 

You don’t possess me don’t impress me

Just upset my mind

Can’t destruct me or conduct me

Just use up my time

 

 

TIME AFTER TIME  

Cindy Lauper

 

intro             Do   Re   Sim   Do

 

Do6  Sol      Do6     Sol      Do6    Sol       Do6      Sol

Lying in my bed   I hear the clock tick  and think of you

Do6    Sol    Do6 Sol    Do6   Sol         Do6     Sol

Caught up in  circles    confusion      is nothing new

Do    Re       Sim    Do        Re            Sim

Flashback      warm nights      almost left behind

Do   Re             Sim   Do                Sol

Suitcase         of memories         time after

 

Do6  Sol        Do6    Sol        Do6  Sol     Do6   Sol

Sometimes you  picture me     I’m wal-king too far ahead

Do6     Sol      Do6  Sol    Do6   Sol          Do6    Sol

You’re calling   to   me   I can’t hear    what you’ve said

Do        Re     Sim   Do    Re       Sim

Then you said –  go   slow     I fall behind

Do   Re     Sim    Do

The second  hand unwinds

 

Re                         Mim            Do    Re    Sol

If you’re lost you can look  and you will find me   time after time

Re                            Mim          Do    Re    Sol

If you fall I will catch you    I’ll be waiting   time after time

Re                         Mim            Do    Re    Sol

If you’re lost you can look  and you will find me   time after time

Re                            Mim          Do    Re    Sol

If you fall I will catch you    I’ll be waiting   time after time

 

Do6  Sol    Do6    Sol         Do6 Sol       Do6       Sol

Af-ter my picture fades  and  darkness has  turned to grey

Do6  Sol          Do6  Sol        Do6   Sol      Do6   Sol

Watching through  win-dows you’re wondering   If I’m   O.K.

Do   Re    Sim  Do   Re            Sim

Se-crets   sto-len      from deep inside

Do    Re         Sim    Do                        mtm

the drum beats   out of time

 

Re                         Mim            Do    Re    Sol

If you’re lost you can look  and you will find me   time after time

Re                            Mim          Do    Re    Sol

If you fall I will catch you    I’ll be waiting   time after time

 

Re   Mim    Do  Re  Sol

Re   Mim    Do  Re  Sol

Do        Re     Sim   Do    Re       Sim

Then you said –  go   slow    I fall behind

Do   Re     Sim    Do

The second  hand unwinds

Re                         Mim            Do    Re    Sol

If you’re lost you can look  and you will find me   time after time

Re                            Mim          Do    Re    Sol

If you fall I will catch you    I’ll be waiting   time after time

Re                         Mim            Do    Re    Sol

If you’re lost you can look  and you will find me   time after time

Re                            Mim          Do    Re    Sol

If you fall I will catch you    I’ll be waiting   time after time

 

 

True colors

 

VERSE 1:

Am  G

You with the sad eyes

C        C/E+5

Don’t be discouraged

F

Oh I realize

Am           G

It’s hard to take courage

C             Dm

In a world full of people

C+5                F

You can lose sight of it all

Am       G

And the darkness inside you

F/C              C

Make you feel so small

 

CHORUS:

F    C

But I’ll see your true colors

Gsus4          G

Shining through

F     C

I’ll see your true colors

F            Gsus4 G

And that’s why I love you

F         C        F        Am

So don’t be afraid to let them show

F/C  C

Your true colors

F/C  C          Gsus4b

True colors are beautiful,

Am

Like a Rainbow

 

VERSE 2:

Show me a smile then,

Don’t be unhappy, can’t remember

When I last saw you laughing

If this world makes you crazy

And you’ve taken all you can bear

You call me up

Because you know I’ll be there

 

CHORUS

INTERLUDE

VERSE 3:

Oooo….

(whispered)

can’t remember

When I last saw you laughing

(sung)

If this world makes you crazy

And you’ve taken all you can bear

You call me up

Because you know I’ll be there

 

FINAL CHORUS:

And I’ll see your true colors

Shining through

I’ll see your true colors

And that’s why I love you

So don’t be afraid to let them show

Your true colors, true colors,

F/C  C          Gsus4   G

true colors are shining through

F    Gsus4

I’ll see your true colors

F            Gsus4 G

And that’s why I love you

F        C         F        Am

So don’t be afraid to let them show

F/C       C       F/C  C

Your true colors, true colors

Gsus4b

Beautiful,

Am

Like a Rainbow

 

 

California Dreaming

The Mamas &the Papas

 

All the leaves are [Am]brown[G]    [F]  and the [G]sky is [Bm7]grey     [E7]

[F]I’ve been for a [C]walk[E7]       [Am]    on a winter’s day[E]     [E7]

 

I’d be be safe and [Am]warm[G]    [F]    if I [G]was in L.[Bm7]A.     [E7]

California [Am]dreaming[G]      [F]     on [G]such a winter’s [Bm7]day  [E7]

 

Stopped into a [Am]church[G]    [F] I passes a[G]long the [Bm7]way     [E7]

Oh I [F]got down on my [C]knees[E7]     [Am] and I pre[F]tend to [E]pray   [E7]

You know the preacher likes the [Am]cold,  [G]    [F]

he knows [G]I’m gonna [Bm7]stay   [E7]

California [Am]dreaming[G]      [F]on [G]such a winter’s [Bm7]day  [E7]

 

All the leaves are [Am]brown[G]    [F]  and the [G]sky is [Bm7]grey     [E7]

[F]I’ve been for a [C]walk[E7]       [Am]  on a winter’s day[E]     [E7]

 

If I didn’t [Am]tell her[G]     [F] I could [G]leave to[Bm7]day    [E7]

California [Am]dreaming[G]     [F]

on [G]such a winter’s [Bm7]day  [E7]   [F]

on [G]such a winter’s [Am]day  [G]     [F]

on [G]such a winter’s [Fmaj7]day  [G]     [Cmaj7]

 

 

Monday Monday

The Mamas & the Papas

 

(a capella):

 

Ba-da   ba-da-da-da

Ba-da   ba-da-da-da

 

(harpsichord, guitar, and bass enter)

 

F#    F#sus F# F#sus

Ba-da    ba-da-da-da

 

Verse 1:

 

F#       F#sus  F# F#sus

Monday, Monday  (ba-da    ba-da-da-da)

F#    F#sus  F# F#sus

So good to me  (ba-da    ba-da-da-da)

F#    F#sus    F#                   E

Monday mornin’, it was all I hoped it would be

A       A6     Amaj7             A6   C#

Oh Monday mornin’, Monday mornin’ couldn’t guarantee (ba-da ba-da-da-da)

F#               F#sus*             F#

That Monday evenin’ you would still be here with me

 

* vocal harmonies imply E/F#; keyboard plays F#sus4

 

Verse 2:

 

Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day

Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way

Oh Monday mornin’ you gave me no warnin’ of what was to be

Oh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me

 

Bridge 1:

 

G

Every other day (every other day), every other day

E

Every other day of the week is fine, yeah

G

But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes

F#                 D#

A-you can find me cryin’ all of the time

 

(key changes to G#)

 

[repeat verse 1, in G#]:

 

G#       G#sus  G# G#sus

Monday, Monday  (ba-da   ba-da-da-da)

G#    G#sus  G# G#sus

So good to me  (ba-da   ba-da-da-da)

G#    G#sus    G#                   F#

Monday mornin’, it was all I hoped it would be

B       B6     Bmaj7             B6   D#

Oh Monday mornin’, Monday mornin’ couldn’t guarantee

G#               G#sus              G#

That Monday evenin’ you would still be here with me

 

[repeat bridge 1, in G#]:

 

A

Every other day, every other day

F#

Every other day of the week is fine, yeah

A

But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes

F#                D#

You can find me cryin’ all of the time

 

[repeat verse 1, in G# (as above)]

 

Bridge 2:

 

A

Every other day, every other day

F#

Every other day of the week is fine, yeah

A

But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes

D#                G#    F# [N.C.]

You can find me cryin’ all of the time

 

 

Monday, Monday  (ba-da ba-da-da-da)

Can’t trust that day (ba-da ba-da-da-da)

 

(band re-enters on F#)

 

F#       F#sus F#  F#sus [continue]

Monday, Monday (ba-da   ba-da-da-da)

It just turns out that way (ba-da ba-da-da-da)

Whoa, Monday, Monday, won’t go away (ba-da ba-da-da-da)

Monday, Monday, it’s here to stay (ba-da ba-da-da-da)

Oh Monday, Monday (ba-da ba-da-da-da)

Oh Monday, Monday (ba-da ba-da-da-da)

 

 

SAN FRANCISCO

Scott MacKenzie

 

Am        F        C       G

1. If you?re going to San Francisco,

Am         F         C               G

be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.

Am        C        F       C

If you?re going to San Francisco,

Em        Am7           G

you?re gonna meet some gentle people there.

 

Am            F       C       G

2. For those who come to San Francisco

Am               C            G

summer time will be a love in there.

Am     C          F       C

In the streets of San Francisco,

Em          Am7              G

gentle people with flowers in their hair.

 

Bb

There?s a whole generation,

C

with a new explanation. People in motion.

Bb

All across the nation,

C                 G

such a strange vibration. People in motion, people in motion.

 

Am            F       C       G

3. For those who come to San Francisco,

Am          F        C               G

be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.

Am     C       F       C

If you come to San Francisco,

Em   Am7               C

summer time will be a love in there.

 

 

 

AMERICAN PIE

Don MacLean

.  G     D        Em

A long, long time ago__

Am             C              Em                     D

I can still remember how that music used to make me smile.__

.   G         D     Em             Am                 C

And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance

.   Em               C           D

and maybe they’d by happy for a while.

Em            Am             Em              Am

But February made me shiver with every paper I’d deliver.

.C       G       Am           C                 D

Bad news on the doorstep.  I couldn’t take one more step

.  G       D        Em             Am7            D

I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride,

G           D         Em              C       D7       G   C  G

Something touched me deep inside the day_ the music  died._____

.

Chorus:

.       G    C         G       D           G             C

.   So bye-bye, Miss American Pie.Drove my Chevy to the levee but the

.    G         D         G        C                  G          D

.   levee was dry, them good ole boys were drinkin’ whiskey and Rye, singing

.   Em                        A7      Em                         D7

.   this’ll be the day that I die,    This’ll be the day that I die.__

verse:

G                 Am,                 C                 Am

Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above?__

.      Em               D           G      D       Em

If the Bible tells you so__  Now do you believe in rock and roll?

.   Am              C               Em                       A7           D7

Can music save your mortal soul? and can you teach me how to dance_ real slow?

.       Em                 Am                     Em              Am

Well I know that you’re in love with him ‘cause I saw you dancing in the gym,

_    C        G          A7            C                    D7

You both kicked off your shoes,  Man I dig those rhythm and blues!

.        G      D        Em                   Am                   C

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck, with a pink carnation and a pick-up truck.

.   G      D     Em               C        D7     G  C  G

But I knew I was out of luck the day, the music died.___

G           D7

I started singing….     (chorus)

 

 

DOWN UNDER

 Men At Work

 

 

Tr(D)aveling in a fr(A)ied-out combie(Bm)      G    A

(D)On a hippie tra(A)il, head full of zom(Bm)bie  G  A

(D)I met a strange la(A)dy, she made me ner(Bm)vous  G  A

(D)She took me in(A) and gave me break(Bm)fast

(G)And(A) she said,

 

(Chorus)

 

“Do you come from a land down under?

Where women glow and men plunder?

Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?

You better run, you better take cover.”

 

Buying bread from a man in Brussels

He was six foot four and full of muscles

I said, “Do you speak-a my language?”

He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich

And he said,

 

“I come from a land down under

Where beer does flow and men chunder

Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder

You better run, you better take cover.”

 

Lying in a den in Bombay

With a slack jaw, and not much to say

I said to the man, “Are you trying to tempt me

Because I come from the land of plenty?”

And he said

 

“Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)

Where women glow and men plunder?

Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?

You better run, you better take cover.”

 

 

Overkill

Men At Work

 

 

E/B             B

I can’t get to sleep

 

D                  A

I think about the implications

 

E/B                  B

Of diving in too deep

 

D                     A

And possibly the complications

 

E/B                  B

Especially at night

 

D                     A

I worry over situations

 

E/B                  B

I know will be alright

 

D                     A

Perhaps its just my imagination

 

 

 

C#/Dbmin        B

Day after day it reappears

 

C#/Dbmin                               B

Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear

 

G#/Ab                         A      ….B

Ghosts appear and fade away

 

 

E/B                  B

Alone between the sheets

 

D                     A

Only brings exasperation

 

E/B                              B

It’s time to walk the streets

 

D                     A

Smell the desperation

 

 

E/B                  B

At least there’s pretty lights

 

D                        A

And though there’s little variation

 

E/B                  B

It nullifies the night

 

D         ..A

From overkill…

 

 

C#/Dbmin        B

Day after day it reappears

 

C#/Dbmin                               B

Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear

 

G#/Ab                         A         …B

Ghosts appear and fade away  come back another day..

 

 

Who Can It Be Now”

Men at work

 

E                      D

Who can it be knocking at my door?

C#m                             B

Go ‘way, don’t come ‘round here no more.

E                       D

Can’t you see that it’s late at night?

C#m                             B

I’m very tired, and I’m not feeling right.

E                D

All I wish is to be alone;

C#m                         B

Stay away, don’t you invade my home.

E               D

Best off if you hang outside,

C#m                           B

Don’t come in – I’ll only run and hide.

 

C#m

Who can it be now?

B4

Who can it be now?

C#m

Who can it be now?

B4

Who can it be now?

 

E                      D

Who can it be knocking at my door?

C#m                            B

Make no sound, tip-toe across the floor.

E                  D

If he hears, he’ll knock all day,

C#m                                 B

I’ll be trapped, and here I’ll have to stay.

E                          D

I’ve done no harm, I keep to myself;

C#m                                        B

There’s nothing wrong with my state of mental health.

E                      D

I like it here with my childhood friend;

C#m                            B

Here they come, those feelings again!

 

 

C#m

Who can it be now?

B4

Who can it be now?

C#m

Who can it be now?

B4

Who can it be now?

 

F#m                   B

Is it the man come to take me away?

F#m                     B

Why do they follow me?

F#m                      B

It’s not the future that I can see,

F#m                   B

It’s just my fantasy

 

(SAX SOLO)

E        D/E

 

 

B      Aadd2

Oh……….Who can it be now?

B      Aadd2

Oh……….Who can it…Who can it…

Aadd2

Yeah yeah yeah

 

 

 

 

EverybodYs’ Talkin’

Harry Nilsson

 

 

(TH THREE CHORD TRICK!) G  C  D7

 

 

G

Everybodys’ Talkin’ at me

 

An I don’t hear a word there sayin’

D7                   G

Only the echos of my mind

G

People stoppin’ stairin’

 

I don’t see their faces

D7                        G

Only the shadows of there eyes

 

 

C                 D7

I’m goin where the sun keeps shinin’

G

Through the pourin rain

C               D7              G

Goin where the wether suits my clothes

C                 D7

Bankin’ off of the north east wind

G

Salin on a summer breeze

C                      D7            G

An skippin’ over the ocean, like a stone.

 

 

 

Moonlight shadow

Sally Oldfield

 

C#m                A

The last that ever she saw him

 

B                 E         B

Carried away by a moonlight shadow

 

C#m                   A

He passed on worried and warning

 

B                 E         B

Carried away by a moonlight shadow

 

E                    B

Lost in a river last Saturday night

 

C#m  A          B

Far away on the other side

 

E                         B

He was caught in the middle of a desperate fight

 

C#m           A           B

And she couldn’t find how to push through

 

C#m                       A

The trees that whisper in the evening

 

B                 E         B

Carried away by a moonlight shadow

 

C#m                A

Sing a song of sorrow and grieving

 

B                 E         B

Carried away by a moonlight shadow

 

E                 B

All she saw was a silhouette of a gun

 

C#m  A          B

Far away on the other side

 

E                   B

He was shot six times by a man on the run

 

C#m           A           B

And she couldn’t find how to push through

 

B(strongly…)

I stay I pray

 

E      A      B

I see you in heaven far away

 

B(strongly…)

I stay I pray

 

E      A      B

I see you in heaven one day

 

C#m            A

Four am in the morning

 

B                 E         B

Carried away by a moonlight shadow

 

C#m                 A

I watched your vision forming

 

B                 E         B

Carried away by a moonlight shadow

 

E                   B

Star was light in a silvery night

 

C#m  A          B

Far away on the other side

 

E               B

Will you come to talk to me this night

 

C#m           A           B

But she couldn’t find how to push through

 

B(strongly…)

I stay I pray

 

E      A      B

I see you in heaven far away

 

B(strongly…)

I stay I pray

 

E      A      B

I see you in heaven one day

 

 

Pretty woman

Roy Orbison

A             F#m

Pretty woman walking down the street,

A                   F#m

Pretty woman, the kind I’d like to meet.

D        D

Pretty woman…

 

E7                      E7

I don’t believe you — it must be true.

E7              E7           (repeat main riff 4 times)

No one could look as good as you.

 

Pretty woman, won’t you pardon me.

Pretty woman, I couldn’t help but see.

Pretty woman…

 

Oh, you look lovely as you can be.

Are you lonely just like me?

 

Dm7           G

Pretty woman, stop awhile.

C C/B     Am  Am

Pretty woman, talk awhile.

Dm7           G                  C   C

Pretty woman, give your smile to me.

Dm7           G

Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah,

C C/B     Am  Am

Pretty woman, look my way.

Dm7           G                    C    A

Pretty woman, say you’ll stay with me,

F#m       D          E7     (repeat main riff 4 times)

‘Cause I need you, need you tonight.

 

Pretty woman, don’t walk on by.

Pretty woman, don’t make me cry.

Pretty woman…

 

Don’t walk away, hey.

Okay.

If that’s the way it must be, okay.

I guess I’ll go on home, it’s late.

There’ll be tomorrow night, but wait

What do I see?

She’s walking back to me.

Oh, pretty woman.

 

 

Five Hundred Miles

Peter,Paul &Mary

 

If you m[C]iss the train I’m [Am]on, you will k[Dm]now that I am g[Dm7]one.

You can h[G7]ear the whistle blow a hundred m[C]iles.

A hundred miles, a hundred m[Am]iles, a hundred m[Dm]iles, a hundred m[Dm7]iles,

You can h[G7]ear the whistle blow a hundred m[C]iles.

 

Lord I’m one, Lord I’m two, Lord I’m three, Lord I’m four,

Lord I’m five hundred miles away from home.

Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home,

Lord I’m five hundred miles away from home.

 

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name,

Lord I can’t go back home this a way.

This a way, this a way, this a way, this a way,

Lord I can’t go back home this a way.

 

If you miss the train I’m on, you will know that I am gone.

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles,

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

 

 

Freight Train

Peter,Paul &Mary

 

Freight train, Freight train, g[G7]oin’ so fast,

Freight train, Freight train, g[C]oin’ so fast,

P[E7]lease don’t tell what t[F]rain I’m on

So they w[C]on’t know w[G7]here I’m g[C]one.

 

Freight train, Freight train, goin’ round the bend,

Freight train, Freight train, comin’ back again,

One of these days turn that train around

And go back to my home town.

 

One more place I’d like to be,

One more place I’d lie to see,

To watch them old Blue Ridge Mountains climb,

When I ride old number nine.

 

When I die Lord, Bury me deep,

Down at the end of Chestnut street,

Where I can hear old number nine

As she comes down the line.

 

Freight train, Freight train, goin’ so fast,

Freight train, Freight train, goin’ so fast,

Please don’t tell what train I’m on

So they won’t know where I’m gone.

 

The wall

Pink Floid

 

Words:

 

Dm(v)

We  don’t   need   no   education,

 

Dm(v)

We  don’t  need no thought control,

 

Dm(v)

No dark sarcasm in the classroom.

 

Dm(v)                          G

Teacher leave them kids alone.

 

G                                      <Fill #1>

Hey, Teacher!  Leave them kids alone.

 

F                        C                       Dm(v) <Fill #2>

All in all it’s just an – other brick in the wall.

 

 

F                         C                       Dm(v)

All in all it’s just an – other brick in the wall.

 

Play 2 times

 

 

WHIS YOU WERE HERE

Pink Floyd

 

C                        D

So, so ya think you can tell

Am                   G                         D

heaven from hell, blue skies from pain, can you tell a green field

C                    Am                       G

from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do ya think ya can tell?

C                       D                     Am

did they get you to trade, your hero’s for ghosts, hot ashes for trees

G                           D                 C

hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change, did you exchange,

Am                          G

a walk on part in the war, for a lead role in a cage?

 

 

 

 

C                               D

How I wish, how I wish you were here,

Am                                  G                  D

Were just two lost soles simming in a fish bowl, year after year,

C                                Am

Running over the same old ground, but have we found the same old fears,

G

wish you were here

 

 

EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE

The Police

G

every breath you take,

Em

every move you make,

C

every vow you break,

G               Em

every claim you stake i’ll be watching you.

C

Every single day,

Em

Every breath you take,

C                      Em

Every night you stay, i’ll be watching you.

 

CHORUS

 

C

Oh can’t you see,

Em

you belong to me,

Am

how my poor heart breaks

G

with every breath you take.

 

 

 

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you

Since youve gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but its you I cant replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby, please…

Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every breath you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you

 

 

 

Suspicious Minds

Elvis Presley

 

G                        C

We’re caught in a trap;  I can’t walk out

D               C               G

because I love you too much,  baby.

G                    C

Why can’t you see,   what you’re doing to me,

D                      C          D     C  Bm  D7

when you don’t believe a word I say?

 

(1st Chorus:)

C                G        Bm                  C    D

We can’t go on together, with Suspicious Minds;

Em                  Bm          C              D       D7

and we can’t build our dreams, on Suspicious Minds.

 

2.

G                              C

So, if an old friend I know, drops by to say hello,

D                 C           G

would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

G                  C

Here we go again, asking where I’ve been.

D                       C               D      C  Bm  D7

You can see these tears are real I’m crying.

 

(2nd Chorus:)

C                G        Bm                  C

We can’t go on together, with Suspicious Minds;

Em                  Bm           C              B7sus4   B7

and we can’t build our dreams, on Suspicious Minds…

 

Em             Bm            C

Oh, let our love survive,

D

I’ll dry the tears from your eyes.

Em                   Bm             C

Let’s don’t let a good thing die,  when honey,

D                G               C    G       D7

you know I’ve never,  lied to you;   Mmm,  yeah,  yeah!

 

 

Whiter Shade of Pale

Procol Harum

 

C Am F Dm G7 Em G7 C F G7

 

C                                  Am

We skipped the light fandango

F                                                           Dm

and turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor

G7                                         Em     G7

I was feeling kind of sea sick

C                                               Am         Em

but the crowd called out for more

F                                            Dm

the room was humming harder

G7                               Em  G7

As the ceiling flew away

C                                             Am     Em

When we called out for another drink

F                                  Dm

the waiter brought a tray

 

Chorus:

G7                             C

And so it was that later

F                                            Dm

As the miller told his tale

G7                                              Em

That her face at first just ghostly

G7           C      F        C

Turned a whiter shade of pale

 

She said there is no reason

and the truth is plain to see

but I wandered through my playing cards

would not let her be

one of sixteen vessel virgins

who were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open

They might just as well?ve been closed

 

Chorus

AMERICA

Simon & Garfunkel

 

C         Bm            Am        G          F

Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together

C             Bm          Am

I’ve got some real-estate here in my bag

Em                     A              Em          A

So we bought a pack of cigaretts, and Mrs. Wagner pies

G      C      G    A  B C B Am

And walked off to look for America

 

C       B          Am          G            F

Cathy I said as we boarded the Greyhound in Pittsburg

C        B            Am

Michigan seems like a dream to me now

G

It took me four days to hitch-hike from Saganaw

D    G       D         Cmaj7

I’ve gone to look for America

 

Cmaj7                        D

Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces

Cmaj7                                        D

She said the man in the gaberdine suit was a spy

G         F#          Em        A        D      Fmaj7

I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera

 

C         B         Am              G         F

Toss me a cigarette I think there’s one in my raincoat

C              B          Am

We smoked the last one an hour ago

G                  A       Em                    A

So I looked at the scenery, and she read her magazine

G    D    G A  B  CB Am

An the moon rose over an open field

 

C         B       Am             G            F

Cathy I’m lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping

C         B          Am

I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why

G

Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike

D   G       D        Cmaj7

They’ve all gone to look for America

D   G       D        Cmaj7

They’ve all gone to look for America

D   G       D        Cmaj7

They’ve all gone to look for America

 

 

 

Bridge Over Trouble water

Simon And Garfunkel

Capo 1

 

 

Intro: D D9 G A7 Fdim D G A7 D G D G

 

D           G        D            C     G   D       G

When you’re weary. Feeling small. When tears are in your eyes

D           G  D G D

I will dry them all.

A  Bm   A                        D     D/C# D7

I’m on your side ohhhh when times get rough.

D9   G     E  A

And friends just can’t be found.

D7  D9 G      A7 Fdim D       Bsus B7  G      F#7    Bm

Like a bridge over    trouble   water, I will lay me down.

D7  D9 G      A7 Fdim D       Bsus B7  G      A7     D    G D G

Like a bridge over    trouble   water, I will lay me down.

D                        G                    D

When you’re down and out.  When you’re on the streets yeh.

C  G    D         G        D            G   D   G  D

When an evening falls  so hard.  I will comfort you ohhhhh.

A    Bm   A                        D    D/C# D7

I’ll take your part ohhhh  when darkness comes.

D9 G    E     A

And pain is all  around.

D7  D9 G      A7 Fdim D       Bsus  Bm G      F#7    Bm

Like a bridge over    trouble   water, I will lay me down.

D7  D9 G      A7 Fdim D       Bm     G      Bm F#7 Bm

Like a bridge over    trouble water, I will lay me down.

 

E7 D G G1 Gm D G D G

D           G         D    G

Sail on silver girl.  Sail on by.

C    G   D        G

Your time has come  to shine.

D                      G D G

All your dreams are on their way.

A   Bm   A                       D             D/C# D7

See how they shine ohhhhh and if you need a friend.

D9   G     E    A

I’m sailing right behind.

D7  D9 G      A7 Fdim D       Bm     G      Bm   F#7  Bm

Like a bridge over    trouble water, I will ease your mind.

D7  D9 G    Gmaj7 E7 D     Bm     G      F#7       Bm

Like a bridge over trouble water, I will ease your mind.

 

E9 Emaj D G G1 Gm D

 

 

 

Kathy Song

Paul Simon

 

G                            C                            G                  Am    Gsus   C/F#   D7/F#

I hear the drizzle of the rain,       like a memory it falls

G               D/F#     G     C                      Am      Gsus   D        G

Soft and warm, continuing                      tapping on my roof and walls

 

G                            C                            G                 Am      Gsus          C/F#    D7/F#

And from the shelter of my mind,     Through the window of my eyes

G             D/F#                       G                            C                Am         D                              C      G

I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets,    To England where my heart lies

 

(Hereճ where it goes to Dsus)

 

My mindճ distracted and diffused,     my thoughts are many miles away

 

They lie with you when youղe asleep,     and kiss you when you start your day

 

 

And a song I was writing is left undone       I donմ know why I spend my time

 

Writing songs I canմ believe     With words that tear and strain to rhyme

 

(Back to Dsus)

 

And so you see I have come to doubt      All that I once held as true

 

I stand alone without beliefs                   The only truth I know is you

 

 

And as I watch the drops of rain                            Weave their weary paths and die

 

I know that I am like the rain                  There but for the grace of you go I

 

 

 

MRS. ROBINSON

(Simon & Garfunkel)

 

E7    A    D    G    C    Am    E7    D

De de de de de de de de de de de de de

 

D             G        Em

CHORUS:              And here’s to you Mrs. Robinson

|               G               Em                  C     Am      D

|               Jesus loves you more thnan you will know, wo wo wo

|               D             G           Em

|               God bless you please Mrs. Robinson

|               G              Em                  C     Am

|               Heaven holds a place for those who pray, hey hey hey

 

 

E7

We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files

A

We’d like to help you learn to help yourself

D               G               C           Am

Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes

E7                          D

Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

 

 

CHORUS

 

E7

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes

A

Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes

D             G               C           Am

It’s a little secret just the Robinsons’ afair

E7                        D

Most of all you’ve got to hide it from the kids

 

 

Koo koo ka choo Mrs. Robinson – CHORUS

 

E7

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon

A

Going to the candidates debate

D              G              C                  Am

Laugh about it shout about it when you’ve got to choose

E7                         D

Any way you look at it you lose

 

D              G          Em

Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio

G                  Em             C    Am         D

A nation turns its lonely eyes to you, woo woo woo

D               G        Em

What’s that you say Mrs. Robinson

G               Em            C     Am                   E7

Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away, hey hey hey, hey hey hey

 

 

 

Song For The Asking

Simon And Garfunkel

 

Capo 3

 

Ddim(xx0101)

 

G           G    C       Em      Am7               B    B7 C

Here is my Song For The Asking. Ask me and I will play so sweetly,

G               D7 G

I’ll make you smile.

 

G           G    C       Em      Am7                   B   B7

This is my tune for the taking. Take it, don’t turn away. I’ve been

C       G      C     D7 G

waiting all my life.

 

Em                          Bm B Dmin                     Am

Thinking it over, I’ve been sad. Thinking it over, I’d be more than

D7      G           G7 C       Em      Am7               B    B7

glad to change my ways for the asking. Ask me and I will play all the

C           G      C     G D7 G

love that I hold inside.

 

 

 

Sounds of Silence

Paul Simon

 

H[Am]ello darkness my old fri[G]end,

I’ve come to talk with you ag[Am]ain.

Because a vi[C]sion softl[F]y creep[C]ing

Left it’s seed while I w[F]as sleep[C]ing,

And the vis[F]ion that was planted in my br[C]ain

Still rem[Am]ains

Wit[C]hin the s[G]ounds of si[Am]lence.

 

In restless dreams I walked alone,

Narrow streets of cobble stone.

‘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 sounds of silence.

 

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more.

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening,

People writing songs that voices never shared,

And no one dared

Disturb the sounds 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 gods they 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 sounds of silence.

 

 

The Boxer

 Paul Simon        

 

 

C                                                Am

I am just a poor boy, though my story’s seldom told

G

I have squandered my resistance

C

For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises

Am            G                  F

All lies and jest still a man hears what he wants to hear

C      G    C

And disregards the rest

Am

When I left my home and family I was no more than a boy

G

In the company of strangers

Dm7        C

In the quiet of a railway station running scared

Am           G                F

Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go

G              F    Em   Dm    C

Looking for the places only they would know

Am

Lie-la-lie

G

Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

Am

Lie la lie

G                       F           G   C

Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie

Am

Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a job

G

But I get no offers

Dm7              C

Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue

Am                 Dm7     G     F                                 C

I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there

G               C

Ooo-la-la la la la la

 

Am

Lie-la-lie

G

Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

Am

Lie la lie

G                       F           G   C

Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie

 

C

Then I’m laying out my winter clothes

G7  C              Am

And wishing I was gone

G             Dm7      G7               G  C

Going home where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me

Am

Leading me

G

Going Home

C                                            Am

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade

G

And he carries the reminders

G7               C                        Dm7     G7        C

Of ev’ry glove that laid him down or cut him ‘till he cried out

Am

In his anger and his shame

G              F                              C

“I am Leaving, I am Leaving.”  But the Fighter still remains

 

G C  G      F      C

 

Am

Lie-la-lie

G

Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

Am

Lie la lie

G                        F             Am

Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie

Repeat & Fade

 

The Only Living Boy In New York

 Paul Simon

 

 

C                             F

Tom-, get your plane right on time.

 

C                      F

I know your part’ll go fine.

 

C                 F Am7  Dm7 F

Fly- down to Mexico—

 

G                              F

Do-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da and here I am-

 

C                     F           C   F C Dm7

The only living boy in New York.

 

C                                      F

I get the news I need from the weather report-

 

C                                             F

I can gather all the news I need from the weather report-

 

C                        F  C  Dm      Dm7

Hey- I’ve got nothing to do to-day but smile

 

G                         F

Do-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da-n here I am-

 

C                      F          Am

The only living boy in New York.

 

Dm                          G7                 C

Half of the time we’re gone, but we don’t know where

 

F

And we don’t know where-

 

C                              F

Tom- , get your plane right on time.

 

C                                   F

I know that you’ve been eager to fly now-

 

C                       F      C      Dm    F

Hey- , let your honesty shine, shine, shine now,

 

G                                Fmaj7  Dm7 F

Do-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-do- like it shines on me.

 

C                          F

The only living boy in New York.

 

C                          F         C

The only living boy in New York.

 

 

American Tune

Paul Simon

 

 

C          F      C   G         E      Am      E         Am

Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken and many times confused

C          F  C    G    G   E    Am      E       Am

Yes  I’ve often felt forsaken and certainly misused

C         F  G       F       C             F     C         E

Aw, but I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m just weary to my bones

F         G                     C        D       G

Still you don’t expect to be bright and bon vivant

C    F C  G       E    Am  C   G          C

So far away from home, so far away from home

 

C                F    C     G              E

I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered

Am              E       Am

don’t have a friend that’s feels at ease

C                F     C      G               E     Am    E          Am

I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered or driven to it’s knees

C            F  G       F       C             F     C         E

Aw, but it’s alright, it’s alright for we lived so well so long

F         G                 C        D       G

Still when I think of the road we’re travelin’ on

C    F C  G              E    Am                 C   G          C

I wonder what’s gone wrong, I can’t help but wonder what’s gone wrong

 

c

And I dreamed I was dying…

G        E        Am

I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly

G      C  Am     C          G

And looking back down on me smiled reassuringly

C

And I dreamed I was flying….

 

 

Am      C   G              E      Am

And high up above my eyes could clearly see

C         G          Am        C      G

The Statue of Liberty – sailing away to sea

C

And I dreamed I was flying….

 

 

C                    F         C          G

For we come on the ship they call Mayflower

Am         E          Am

We come on the ship that sailed the moon

C            F C  G               E       Am           E    Am

We come in the ages most uncertain hours and sing an American Tune

C              F  G    F       C                F     C        Am

Aw, but it’s alright, it’s alright you can’t be forever blessed

F         G                 C        D       G

Still tomorrow’s gonna be another working day

C         F     C  G        E           Am       C         G          C

And I’m trying to get some rest, that’s all I’m trying to get some rest

 

 

CANCIONES FAMILIARES EN INGLÉS CON ACORDES 1

I Walk the Line

Johnny Cash

A        E7                           A

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine

A         E7                     A

I keep my eyes wide open all the time.

A          D                         A

I keep the ends out for the tie that binds

A              E7               A

Because you’re mine, I walk the line

 

I find it very, very easy to be true

I find myself alone when each day is through

Yes, I’ll admit I’m a fool for you

Because you’re mine, I walk the line

 

As sure as night is dark and day is light

I keep you on my mind both day and night

And happiness I’ve known proves that it’s right

Because you’re mine, I walk the line

 

You’ve got a way to keep me on your side

You give me cause for love that I can’t hide

For you I know I’d even try to turn the tide

Because you’re mine, I walk the line

 

 

Heaven

Talking Heads

 

[C]Oh, [Am]thinking about all our [G]younger years

There was [Dm]only you and [Am]me,

we were [Dm]young and wild and [G]free

[C]Now, [Am]nothing can take you a[G]way from me

We’ve been [Dm]down that road be[Am]fore

But that’s [Dm]over now, you keep me [G]comin’ back for more

 

[F]Baby you’re [G]all that I [Am]want

When you’re [C]lying here in my [F]arms

[F]I’m finding it [G]hard to be[Am]lieve we’re in [G]heaven

[F]And love is [G]all that I [Am]need

And I [C]found it here in your [F]heart

[F]It isn’t too [G]hard to [Am]see we’re in [G]heaven

 

[C]Oh, [Am]once in your life you [G]find someone

Who will [Dm]turn your world a[Am]round

Bring you [Dm]up when you’re feeling [G]down

[C]Yeah, [Am]nothing could change what you [G]mean to me

Oh there’s [Dm]lots that I could [Am]say

But just [Dm]hold me now, ‘cause our [G]love will light the way

 

[F]Baby you’re [G]all that I [Am]want

When you’re [C]lying here in my [F]arms

[F]I’m finding it [G]hard to be[Am]lieve we’re in [G]heaven

[F]And love is [G]all that I [Am]need

And I [C]found it here in your [F]heart

[F]It isn’t too [G]hard to [Am]see we’re in [G]heaven

 

[Dm]I’ve been waiting for so [F]long

For [C]something to [Am]arrive

For [Dm]love to come a[G]long

[Dm]Now our dreams are coming [F]true

Through the [C]good times and the [Am]bad

[G]Yeah, I’ll be standing there by you.

 

 

I’m Ready

Bryan Adams

 

G*               Em                   F

I’d like to see you, thought I’d let you know

Am           C              G*    C

I wanna be with you everyday

G*                   Em              F

Cause I’ve got a feeling that’s beginning to grow

Am                  C            Dsus2    D

And there’s only one thing I can    say

 

 

G   G*     F   C     G*

I’m ready   to love you

F  Am C     G

I’m ready   to hold you

G   G*     F   C     G*

I’m ready   to love you

F  Am C     G        C

I’m ready   to hold you

F                  C

I’m Ready as I’m gonna be

 

 

(solo – Flute)

 

 

G*               Em                 F

She left me a long note when she left me here

Am              C               G*

Told me that love was hard to find

G*               Em            F

But baby it’s easy and I’ll make it clear

Am                   C             Dsus2    D

That there’s only one thing on my   mind

 

 

G   G*     F   C     G*

I’m ready   to love you

F  Am C     G

I’m ready   to hold you

G   G*     F  C      G*

Baby I’m ready   to love you

F  Am C     G         C

I’m ready   to hold you

F                   C

I’m Ready as I’m gonna be

 

 

(solo – Flute)

 

G   G*     F   C     G*

I’m ready   to love you

F  Am C      G

I’m ready   to hold you

G   G*     F  C      G*

I’m ready   to love you

F  Am C     G        C

I’m ready   to hold you

 

 

G   G*

Baby I’m ready

F   C  G*

I’m ready

F   Am C       G

I’m ready     to hold you

G   G*

Can’t you hear me I’m ready

F   C  G*

I’m ready

F  Am C       G

I’m ready     to love you

 

 

G   G*

Baby I’m ready

F   C  G*

I’m ready

F   Am C        G       C

I’m ready      to hold you

F                  C

I’m ready as I’m gonna be

 

 

Sugar Sugar

The Archies

 

C    F            C

Sugar, ah honey honey

F            C     F

you are my candy girl

G                     C   F  G

and you’ve got me wanting you.

C    F            C

Honey, ah sugar sugar

F           C      F

you are my candy girl

G                    C

and you’ve got me wanting you.

 

F              C

I just can’t believe the loveliness of loving you

F           C

(I just can’t believe it’s true)

F                  C

I just can’t believe the one to love this feeling to.

F           G

(I just can’t believe it’s true)

 

G7    F            C

Ah sugar, ah honey honey

F            C     F

you are my candy girl

G                     C   F  G

and you’ve got me wanting you.

C    F            C

Honey, ah sugar sugar

F           C      F

you are my candy girl

G                    C

and you’ve got me wanting you.

 

F                C

When I kissed you, girl, I knew how sweet a kiss could be

F        C

(I know how sweet a kiss can be)

F              C

Like the summer sunshine pour your sweetness over me

F   G

(Pour your sweetness over me)

G7                  F           G

Ah (Pour your sweetness over me)

 

C                           F   C                        F

Pour a little sugar on it honey

Sugar,                         pour a little sugar on it baby

 

C                   F              G7

I’m gonna make your life so sweet, yeah yeah yeah

C                         F       G7

Pour a little sugar on it yeah yeah yeah

C                           F   C                        F

Pour a little sugar on it honey

Sugar,                         pour a little sugar on it baby

 

C                   F              G7

I’m gonna make your life so sweet, yeah yeah yeah

C                         F       G7

Pour a little sugar on it yeah yeah yeah

 

C    F            C

Ah sugar, ah honey honey

F            C     F

you are my candy girl

G                     C   F  G

and you’ve got me wanting you.

C    F            C

Honey, ah sugar sugar

F           C      F

you are my candy girl

G                    C

and you’ve got me wanting you.

 

 

What A Wonderful World

Louis Armstrong

 

F         Am    Bb         Am

I see trees of green, red roses too

Gm7        F     A7         Dm

I see them bloom, for me and you,

Db              Gm7/C    C7        F  / F+ / Bbmaj7 / C7 /

And I think to myself, What a  wonderful world.

 

D         F#m    G         F#m

I see trees of green, red roses too

Em7        D     F#7         Bm

I see them bloom, for me and you,

Bb              Em7/A   A7        D  / D+ / Gmaj7 / A7 /

And I think to myself, What a wonderful world.

 

D         F#m      G         F#m

I see skies of blue and clouds of white,

Em7                D        F#7         Bm

The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night,

Bb              Em7/A    A7        D / G / G / D /

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

 

A7                        D

The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky

A7                   D

Are also on the faces of people goin’ by

Bm              F#m             Bm         F#m

I see friends shaking hands, saying, “How do you do?”

Em7            F#dim7   Em7  F#dim7  Em7

They’re really saying,  “I   love    you.”

 

 

A7     D      F#m    G          F#m

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow

Em7                D    F#7            Bm

They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know,

Bb              Em7/A    A7        D / F#m7b5 / B7

And I think to myself what a wonderful world

 

Em7             Em7/A   A7b9      D    G6  D

Yes I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

 

Banks of Ohio

Joan Baez

 

C                               G7                  C

I asked my love, to take a walk, to take a walk, just a little walk.

C7                     F                C    G7        C

Down beside where the waters flow, down by the banks of the Ohio.

 

C                   G7

And only say, that you’ll be mine.

C

In no others arms entwine.

C7                     F

Down beside where the waters flow,

C    G7        C

down by the banks of the Ohio.

 

 

I held a knife against her breast, as into my arms she pressed.

Willie, oh Willie, don’t murder me, I’m not prepared for eternity.

 

And only say, that you’ll be mine….

 

I started home ‘twixt tvvelve and one, crying my god, what have I done?

Killed the only woman I loved, because she would not be my bride.

 

And only say, that you’ll be mine….

 

“First Of May”

Bee Gees

 

D                         F#m/C#

When I was small and Christmas trees were tall

G                  D              A

We used to love while others used to play

 

(strings enter)

 

D                             F#m/C#

Don’t ask me why, but time has passed us by

G                 D             A

Someone else moved in from far away

G                           D

Now we are tall and Christmas trees are small

Em                         D    D7

And you don’t ask the time of day

G                         D

But you and I, our love will never die

Em              G   [1: /A]      D   [1: A (band enters)]

But guess who’ll cry   come First of May

 

Verse 2:

 

The apple tree that grew for you and me

I watched the apples falling one by one

And I recall the moment of them all

The day I kissed your cheek and you were gone

Now we are tall and Christmas trees are small

And you don’t ask the time of day

But you and I, our love will never die

But guess who’ll cry come First of May

 

Coda:

 

(piano, acoustic guitar, and strings):

 

D                         F#m/C#

When I was small and Christmas trees were tall

G               D            A

Do-do-do-do-do  do-do-do  do-do

 

(acapella):

 

Don’t ask me why    but time has passed us by

Someone else moved in   from far away [fade]

 

 

“Holiday”

Bee Gees

 

 

Am                    /G

Ooh, you’re a holiday

F            Am

Such a holiday

Am                    /G

Ooh, you’re a holiday

F            Am       G

Such a holiday

 

Chorus 1:

 

C                         G

It’s something I think’s worthwhile

Am               Em

If the puppet makes you smile

F                          C

If not, then you’re throwing stones

G      G7        C

Throwing stones, throwing stones

 

Verse 2:

 

Ooh, it’s a funny game

Don’t believe that it’s all the same

Can’t think what I’ve just said

Put a soft pillow on my head

 

Chorus 2:

 

[3: Yet] Millions of eyes can see

Yet why am I so blind

When the someone else is me

It’s unkind, it’s unkind

 

[repeat verse w/wordless vocal (dee-dee-dee-dee) and snare drum]

 

[repeat chorus 2]

 

Verse 3:

 

Ooh, you’re a holiday, every day

Such a holiday

Now it’s my turn to say

And I say you’re a holiday

 

 

WONDERFUL LIFE

Black

 

Intro:  Am – C

 

Am               C

1. Here I go out to see again

Am

the sunshine fills my hair

C

and “dreamsand’s in the air”

Am                         C

2. Gold’s in the sky and in my blue eyes

Am

You know it feels so “fan”

C

There’s magic everywhere

Am         Dm

B: Look at me standing

Am         Dm

Here on my own again

Am                  Dm

“Upstraight” in the sunshine

Am      C

R: No need to run and hide

Em         Dm        G

It’s a wonderful, wonderful life

Am      C

No need to ??? and cry

Em         Dm        G

It’s a wonderful, wonderful life

Am                                  C

3. The sun’s in your eyes, the heat is in your head

Am

They seem to hate you

C

Because you’re there

Am                    C

4. I need a friend, oh I need a friend

Am

to make me happy

C

Not stand there on my own

 

I SHOT THE SHERIFF

Bob Marley

 

CHORUS:

 

Gm                 Cm                       Gm

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy

Gm                 Cm                      Gm

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy

 

 

VERSE 1:

 

Cm     Dm         Gm

All around in my home town

Cm               Dm         Gm

They’re trying to track me down

Cm                Dm             Gm

They say they want to bring me in guilty

Cm           Dm     Gm

For the killing of a deputy

Cm        Dm     Gm

For the life of a deputy    But I say? (play MAIN RIFF)

 

 

CHORUS:

 

Gm                 Cm                      Gm

I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense

Gm                 Cm                      Gm

I shot the sheriff, and they say it is a capital offense

 

 

VERSE 2:

 

Cm      Dm          Gm

Sheriff John Brown always hated me

Cm     Dm         Gm

For what I don’t know

Cm     Dm          Gm

Every time that I plant a seed

Cm             Dm         Gm

He said “Kill it before it grows”

Cm             Dm         Gm

He said “Kill it before it grows”   I say!

 

 

CHORUS:

 

Gm                 Cm                      Gm

I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense

Gm                 Cm                      Gm

I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense

 

 

VERSE 3:

 

Cm      Dm         Gm

Freedom came my way one day

Cm      Dm           Gm

And I started out of town yeah

Cm        Dm           Gm

All of a sudden I see sheriff John Brown

Cm         Dm       Gm

Aiming to shoot me down

Cm   Dm    Gm

So I shot, I shot him down    I say!

 

 

 

CHORUS:

 

Gm                 Cm                       Gm

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy

Gm                 Cm                       Gm

I shot the sheriff, but I didn’t shoot the deputy

 

 

VERSE 4:

 

Cm     Dm         Gm

Reflexes got the better of me

Cm     Dm         Gm

And what is to be must be

Cm     Dm             Gm

Every day the bucket falls to the well

Cm              Dm          Gm

But one day the bottom will drop out

Cm        Dm                Gm

Yes, one day the bottom will drop out   But I say

 

 

CHORUS:

 

Gm                 Cm                       Gm

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy, oh no

Gm                 Cm                       Gm

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot no deputy, oh no

 

 

FIRST WE TAKE MANHATTAN

Leonard Cohen

 

Dm                             Am

They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom

Dm                              Am

For trying to change the system from within

Dm                       Am

I’m coming now I’m coming to reward   them

G                  F  E                 Am

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

 

Dm                        Am

I’m guided by a signal in the heavens

Dm                         Am

I’m guided by this birthmark on my skin

Dm                         Am

I’m guided by the beauty of our weapons

G                  F  E                 Am

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

 

C                                G    F

I’d really like to live beside you, baby

C                             Am

I love your body and your spirit and your clothes

C                                       Am

But you see that line there moving through the station

G          F          E                      Am

I told you I told you I told you I was one of those

 

Dm                              Am

You loved me as a loser but now your worried that I just might win

Dm                             Am

You know the way to stop me but you don’t have the discipline

Dm                                Am

How many nights I prayed for this: to let my work begin

G                  F  E                 Am

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

 

Dm                                   Am

I don’t like your fashion business, mister

Dm                                      Am

I don’t like these drugs that keep you thin

Dm                                  Am

I don’t like what happened to your sister

G                  F  E                 Am

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin  (chorus)

 

Dm                                Am

And I thank you for those items that you sent me

Dm                         Am

The monkey end the plywood violin

Dm                               Am

I practiced every night and now I’m ready

G                  F  E                 Am

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

 

Dm                            Am

Remember me, I used to live for music

Dm                                  Am

Remember me, I brought your groceries in

Dm                          Am

It’s Father’s Day and everybody’s wounded

G                  F  E                 Am

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

 

 

Hallelujah

Leonard Cohen

 

G                   Em

I heard there was a secret chord

 

G                        Em

that David played and it pleased the Lord,

 

C                                                G

But you don’t really care for music do you.

 

G                           C               D

It goes like this the fourth the fifth,

 

Em                          C     D

the minor fall and the major lift

 

D                                            Em

The baffled king composing hallelujah

 

C                Em               C          G-D-G

Halleluja, Halleluja, Halleluja, Halleluja

 

 

 

Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya

She tied you to a kitchen chair

She broke your throne, and she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

 

You say I took the name in vain

I don’t even know the name

But if I did, well really, what’s it to ya?

There’s a blaze of light in every word

It doesn’t matter which you heard

The holy or the broken Hallelujah

 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

 

I did my best, it wasn’t much

I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch

I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool ya

And even though it all went wrong

I’ll stand before the Lord of Song

With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah

 

 

So long marianne

Leonard Coen

G                                  Am

Come over to the window my little darling

 

C                             G

I’d like to try to read your palm

 

F                                   C

I used to think I was some kind of gypsy boy

 

Em                       D     D7

Before I let you take me home

 

G                       Em

Cho…Now so long Marianne  it’s time we began

 

D                         D7            G

To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again

 

G                            Am

Well you know that I love to live with you

 

C                               G

But you make me forget so very much

 

F                         C

I forget to pray for the angels

 

Em                                     D      D7

And then the angels forget to pray for us

 

Cho…

G                   Am

We met when we were almost young

 

C                        G

Deep in the green Lilac park

F                               C

You held on to me like I was a crucifix

Em                            D    D7

As we went kneeling thru the dark

 

 

Suzanne

Leonard Cohen

 

 [G]Suzanne takes you down

To her place by the river,

You can [Am]hear the boats go by,

You can spend the night beside her,

And you [G]know that she’s half crazy,

And that’s why you want to be there;

And she [Bm]feeds you tea and oranges

That come [C]all the way from China;

And j[G]ust when you mean to tell her

That you have no love to give her,

She [Am]gets you on her wave-length

And lets the river answer

That you’ve [G]always been her lover.

 

{c:Chorus:}

And you [Bm]want to travel with her,

And you [C]want to travel blind,

And you [G]know that you can trust her,

For you’ve [Am]touched her perfect body

With your [G]mind.

 

And Jesus was a sailor

When He walked upon the water,

And he spent a long time watching

From a lonely wooden tower,

And when he knew for certain

Only drowning men could see Him,

He said, “All men shall be brothers, then,

Until the sea shall free them,”

But He himself was broken

Long before the sky would open,

Forsaken, almost human,

He sank beneath your wisdom

Like a stone.

 

{c:Chorus:}

And you want to travel with Him,

And you want to travel blind,

And you think you maybe trust Him,

For He’s touched your perfect body

With His mind.

 

Suzanne takes you down

To her place by the river,

You can hear the boats go by,

You can spend the night forever,

And the sun pours down like honey,

On our lady of the harbour;

And she shows you where to look

Amid the garbage and the flowers.

There are heroes in the seaweed,

There are children in the morning,

They are leaning out for love,

And they will lean that way forever,

While Suzanne holds the mirror.

 

{c:Chorus:}

And you want to travel with her,

And you want to travel blind,

And you think maybe you’ll trust her,

For you’ve touched her perfect body

With your mind.

 

 

The Partisan

Leonard Cohen

 

Am  Am  / Am   Am

 

/C*       E*        Am

When they poured a-cross the border

/C*        E*     Am

I was cautioned to sur-render,

/C         G   /G (2/4)

this I could not do;

F           F          /C       E  /Am  Am/Am  Am

I took my gun and van-ished.

 

C*         E*      Am

I have changed my name so often,

C*      E*       Am

I’ve lost my wife and children

C        G       G

but I have many fri-ends,

F           F                C    E /Am  Am/Am Am

and some of them are with me.

 

C*    E*      Am

An old woman gave us shelter,

C*     E*     Am

kept us hidden in the garret,

C        G      G

then the soldiers came;

F            F              C     E Am Am/Am Am

she died without a whis-per.

 

 

C*       E*      Am

There were three of us this morning              Hier encor nous ?tions troi

C*   E*       Am

I’m the only one this evening                    Il ne reste plu que moi

C       G     G

but I must go on;                                Et je tourne en rond

F            F                C   E Am Am/Am Am

the fron-tiers are my pri-son.                 Dans la prison des frontieres

 

C*        E*      Am

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,               La vent passe sur les tombles

C*         E*      Am

through the graves the wind is blowing,          La libert? reviendra

C         G        G

freedom soon will come;                          Oh nous oubliera!

F              F                C  E /Am Am/Am Am

then we’ll come from the shad-ows.             Nous retrerons dans l’ombre.

 

C*      E*          Am

Les Alle-mands ?-taient chez moi,      [The Germans were at my home

C*       E*    Am

ons m’a dit: “Re-signe toi,”            They said, “Sign yourself,”

C        G    G

mais je n’ai pas peur;                      But I am not afraid

F       F             C   E /Am Am/Am Am

j’ai repris mon ?r-me.                  I have retaken my weapon.

 

C*      E       Am

J’ai chan-g? cent fois de nom,         I have changed names a hundred times

C*       E*    Am

j’ai per-du femme et en-fants            I have lost wife and children

C        G       G

mais j’ai tant d’a-mis;                     But I have so many friends

F                     C   E Am Am/Am Am

j’ai la France en-ti?re.                  I have all of France

 

C*         E*     Am

Un vieil homme dans un gre-nier               An old man, in an attic

C*        E*   Am

pour la nuit nous a ca-ch?s,                  Hid us for the night

C           G     G

les Alle-mands l’ont prisent;                     The Germans captured him

F         F                C  E Am Am/Am Am

il est mort sans surpri-se.                  He died without surprise.]

 

C*        E*      Am

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,

C*         E*      Am

through the graves the wind is blowing,

C         G        G

freedom soon will come;

F              F                  C      E   Am Am/Am Am (appregio)

then we’ll come from the shad-ows.

 

My heart will go on

Celine Dion

 

E              B

Every night in my dreams

 

A         E    B

I see you I feel you

 

E             B           A

that is how I know you go on.

 

E              B

Far across the distance

 

A      E       B

and spaces between us

 

E                B           A

you have come to show you go on.

 

C#    B          A        B

Near, far, where ever you are

 

C#               B             A

I believe that the heart does go on.

 

C#   B         A        B

Once more, you open the door

 

C#         B

and you’re here in my heart and

 

A             B      E

my heart will go on and on.

 

B

Love can touch us one time

 

A        E    B

and last for life time

 

E         B                 A

and never let go till we’re gone.

 

E               B              A         E      B

Love was when I loved you, one true time I hold to

 

E                B         A

In my life we’ll always go on.

 

C#    B        A        B

Near, far wher ever you are

 

C#               B             A

I believe that the heart does go on.

 

C#   B         A        B

Once more, you open the door

 

C#         B

and you’re here in my heart

 

A             B      C# B A

and my heart will go on and on.

 

 

Bridge

 

B C# B A

 

F      Eb           Db        Eb

You’re hear there’s nothing I fear

 

F            Eb            Db

and I know that my heart will go on.

 

F     Eb      Db        Eb

We’ll stay forever this way

 

F          Eb

You are safe in my heart

 

Db            Eb     F  Eb Db F Eb Db F

and my heart will go on and on.

 

 

Farewell Angelina

Joan Baez

 

C                      F            C    Csus4  C

Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown

F          C   Csus4  C

Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound

F           C (Baez=G) Csus4  C

The triangle tingles, the music plays slow

Am           Em        Am          Em    F          C Csus4  C

But farewell Angelina, the night is on fire, and I must go

 

There is no use in talking and there’s no need for blame

There is nothing to prove, everything still is the same

The table stands empty by the edge of the stream

But farewell Angelina, the sky’s changing colors, and I must leave

 

The jacks and the queens they have forsake the courtyard

Fifty-two gypsies now file past the guard

In the space where the duece and the ace once ran wild

Farewell Angelina, the sky is folding, I’ll see you after a while

 

See the cross-eyed pirate sit perched in the sun

Shooting tin cans with a sawed-off shotgun

And the coporels and the neighbors clap and cheer with each blast

But farewell Angelina, the sky is trembling, and I must leave fast

 

King Kong little elves in the rooftops they dance

Valentino-type tangos while the hero’s clean hands

Shut the eyes of the dead not to embarass anyone

Farewell Angelina, the sky is flooding over, and I must be gone

 

The camoflaged parrot, he flutters from fear

When something he doesn’t know about suddenly appears

What can not be imitated perfect must die

Farewell Angelina, the sky’s flooding over, and I must go where it is dry

 

Machine guns are roaring, puppets heave rocks

At misunderstood visions and at the faces of clocks

Call me any name you like, I will never deny it

But farewell Angelina, the sky is erupting, and I must go where it is quiet

 

 

FOREVER YOUNG

Bob Dylan

 

G

May God bless and keep you always

C              G

May your wishes all come true

 

May you always do for others

A   A/G     D

And let others do for you

G

May you build a ladder to the stars

C              Am

And climb on every rung

G    D       C

And may you stay forever young

G      D     C   G

May you stay forever young

 

May you grow up to be righteous

May you grow up to be true

May you always know the truth

And see the lights surrounding you

May you always be courageous

Stand upright and be strong

And may you stay forever young

May you stay forever young

 

May your hands always be busy

May your feet always be swift

May you have a strong foundation

When the winds of changes shift

May your heart always be joyful

May your song always be sung

May you stay forever young

May you stay forever young

 

 

 

GIRL FROM THE NORTH COUNTRY

Bob Dylan

 

G                 C     D       G

Well, if you’re travellin’ in the north country fair,

G

Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

C                G

Remember me to one who lives there

G              C    D       G

She once was a true love of mine.

 

Well, if you go in the snowflake storm

When the rivers freeze and summer ends

Please see she has a coat so warm

To keep her from the howlin’ winds.

 

Please see for me if her hair hangs long

If it rolls and flows all down her breast,

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,

That’s the way I remember her best.

 

I’m a wonderin’ if she remembers me at all

Many times I’ve often prayed

In the darkness of my night