LA BUENA MÚSICA DE MAF. IRON & WINE

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LA BUENA MÚSICA DE MAF

Iron & Wine

Mi querido amigo, y agente en la sombra, Maf suele enviarme fantásticas sugerencias para ilustrar este blog. Siempre, sus aportaciones, son extraordinariamente interesantes y brillan por el buen gusto y la elegancia de sus elecciones. Sus referencias musicales, -que tienen un viento renovador y estimulante- suelen girar alrededor de músicos que no pertenecen a ese círculo célebre y enormemente popular que es el gran público. Sus músicos, habitan esos parajes de la sencillez y la naturalidad; de la falta de esa afectación, envanecimiento y pedantería que suelen envolver, si no a los artistas en sí, sí a los moscones que les abrazan y los sacan de la realidad y del contacto directo con su audiencia.

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Tan solo ver el primer video, “Boy with a Coin”  que ahora inserto en este artículo, ya sorprende y fascina porque te sumerge en un mundo de delicadeza musical y de gracia y estilo visual. También desconcierta (por eso fascina y sorprende) eso de ver a un grupo de flamencas bailando un número coreográfico, y eso, ya te digo, despista muy mucho acerca de lo que va a venir. Maravillaos, contened la respiración emocionadamente. Prepararos para acercaros a un mundo “simonygarfunkeliano”; si no lo creéis oíd atentamente “Nakes as we Come”, una delicia por la que yo apostaría mi vida asegurando que habría sido compuesta por Paul Simon, y perdería. Con gusto, pero perdería.

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 En fin, ahí lo dejo…

Esta es una somera información sacada de la Wiki. Después los trabajos de Sam Beam:

Iron & Wine es el nombre artístico usado por el cantautor estadounidense Sam Beam. Oriundo del estado de Florida, pero arraigado en Carolina del Sur, Beam lanza su primer álbum The Creek Drank the Cradle por el sello Sub Pop en el 2002. Beam escribe, toca, graba y produce cada tema del álbum por sí mismo en su propio estudio casero. El sonido del álbum, que incluye guitarra acústica, banjo y otros instrumentos, ha sido comparado con el sonido de músicos como Nick Drake, Simon and Garfunkel, Neil Young, Elliott Smith, John Fahey o Ralph Stanley. A menudo es caracterizada como country alternativo, folk progresivo o indie folk, y su lírica se puede caracterizar cercana al gótico sureño.

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Disfrutadlo!!!

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A MILLÓN Y MEDIO DE BESOS DE PROFUNDIDAD

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A MILLÓN Y MEDIO

DE BESOS

DE PROFUNDIDAD.

 Remedando el titulo de una canción de mi maestro Leonard Cohen (A thousand kisses deep- A mil besos de profundidad mi corazón está hoy -gracias a vosotros- a más de  millón y medio de besos de profundidad; o si lo preferís, a más de un millón y medio de pasos sobre el nivel del mar. Un paso por cada visita hecha a este blog. Un beso, por cada mirada furtiva. Por cada feliz invitado sin necesidad de credencial.

 La primera vez que celebré, con una entrada de este tipo, una cifra alcanzada en este sitio, fue al llegar a las 250.000. “El Cuarto de Kilo” se llamaba; y yo, ya no cabía de gozo en mí (y mira que cabe) por ese número -inalcanzable pensaba yo- que se observaba en el marcador de visitas del Father Gorgonzola. Imparable parecía.

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Después, mucho antes de lo esperado, llegó la entrada llamada “El Medio Kilo” donde se celebraban las 500.000. “Los Tres Cuartos de Kilo” se quedaron sin referencia escrita, porque ya me pareció reiterativo (no transcurría, felizmente, demasiado tiempo entre cuarto y cuarto) y además , tenía en mente una idea gloriosa para conmemorar “El Millón de Visitas”. El llamado “Kilo”. La culminación; el punto más alto que –pensaba yo, iba a llegar. Téngase en cuenta que la palabra “millón” define mucho más que un número. Define una cantidad indeterminada, un concepto numérico de cosas: un millón de besos. Un millón de años. Un millón de amigos… pero espera! Puede que esto sea verdad.!!

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 Para dicha entrada -esa era la idea- pedí óbolo a mis amigos artistas para conmemorar el evento. Pintores, fotógrafos, dibujantes, músicos, poetas, escritores, blogueros y amigos en general, me honraron con su aportación y así “Un Millón de Miradas” subió a la gloria del número redondo y allí se quedó, orgullosamente, en la página inicio de El Blog de Father Gorgonzola durante un puñado de meses.

 Pero si algo tiene este sitio, es que como todo blog -en menor o mayor número- sigue sumando visitas. Porque es un lugar vivo y dinámico que se mueve; incluso, si se le presta la debida atención, hasta se oye. Y no importa si el Father se va de fin de semana por ahí. Que sigue sumando. Este bicho sigue sumando visitas sin descansar. Tampoco se desconecta cuando, cada noche, apago mis ordenadores. No! Sigue incrementando las estadísticas. Sin descanso. Agotadoramente para cualquiera que no tuviese por corazón un circuito integrado y tatuado en el brazo “Amor de Hardware” .

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Y así, mucho a mucho, con un promedio diario en 2012 de  muchas más de 1500 visitas, se llegó en este mes de abril de 2013, a la mágica de UN MILLÓN Y MEDIO DE VISITAS!!!. Y esa cifra, ese concepto numérico – al contrario que millón- si que expresa número concreto y mágico; y lo desmesurado del número, asusta un poco.

 Esto, amigos, si que era impensable hace muy poco más de cuatro años que empezó esta aventura bloguera. Una quimera, una fantasía inalcanzable. Y aquí está ahora: una realidad insospechadamente activa y permanente.

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También he recibido regalos en este tramo de tiempo. Muchos. Es algo que me enorgullece. Y que me compensa esa nula ganancia económica -elegida premeditada y deliberadamente- que a cambio, me reporta el tener un blog limpio y despejado de publicidad impuesta; con una pantalla  -la interfaz que le llaman- agradable a la vista, fácil de usar e intuitiva. Pese a que esa circunstancia -la del  no beneficio- que le vamos a hacer, me procure la regañá continua de mi mujer y, por eso, que de majarón no me baje.

 No voy a citar a todos los amigos -artistas en variadas disciplinas- que me han regalado obras suyas generosamente que hoy cohabitan en mi “Muro de los Afectos”, sin embargo, no puedo dejar de citar a tres de ellos -es tope que me impongo, y que me perdonen los demás- que me han regalado momentos inolvidables para este blog. A tres pintores: A Ángel Idígoras por la fantástica caricatura que encabeza mi página de Inicio; por el  retrato que también me realizó este mismo amigo y que también figura en dicha página. También a David Padilla de Jaén, por hacerme llegar una preciosa pintura de calle Larios, afectuosamente dedicada, y que yo pongo a continuación de los de Idígoras.

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Y por fin, tres eran tres, a Andrés Mérida; por la matinada inolvidable en su estudio; por los cinco regalos que dieron pie a una de las entradas que más a gusto, feliz y contento realicé en toda la historia de este blog. Y, finalmente, lo mejor, por la amistad dispensada a posteriori.

 Gracias a todos por vuestras visitas, ahora mismo cuando termino de escribir esto, ya se llevan 1.502.953 veces entrando en la casa que he construido para vosotros. Una casa que no sabéis la de buenos ratos (y un ímprobo trabajo también, porqué negarlo)  me proporciona.

 Ahora a por otro hito. Muchas gracias a todos. Un millón quinientas dos mil novecientas cincuenta y tres veces gracias. Repartíroslas cómo buenamente podáis!!!

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Ahora esto, esta cancion que ahora viene, es un regalo que os hago. De todo corazón. Ah! Las ilustraciones que figuran en esta entrada, son de Tomek Setowski.

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LOS DESACREDITADOS CRÉDITOS Y EL YESSONGS

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LOS DESACREDITADOS

CRÉDITOS

Y EL YESSONGS

Soy un absoluto adorador de los créditos. Se me entienda bien… No de los créditos bancarios, of course, sino de los que dan fe y complementan la información de las obras artísticas. Los que ponen los méritos de cada uno en su debido lugar.

Verán Uds.… porque no se si he empezado explicándome mal.

Cuando voy al cine -pongamos las películas como primer ejemplo- me molesta soberanamente que el público se levante inmediatamente, si no incluso antes, de sus butacas justo cuando llega la palabra FIN (or The End). No soporto -ni entiendo- que haya espectador alguno no interesado en el cast de los actores o en los productores que se pagan el invento. No entiendo como a la gente no le puede interesar quien compone la banda sonora de la película o quienes interpretan los temas musicales. A mi, por interesarme, me interesan hasta los lugares de filmación, como se llama realmente el perro que sale en la película o quien les proporciona el catering. Lo juro por mi honor!

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Considero una enorme falta de respeto que una parte de ese público -que levantándose de sus asientos- impida al resto (pocos somos, mucho me temo) que aún estamos sentados, disfrutar de un espectáculo que todavía estamos pagando.

Si hablamos de la Televisión, estonces es para llorar, pues en cuanto empiezan a salir los créditos, los cortan por lo sano de una manera insultante obligados por la puta publicidad.

Pero no solo los créditos aparecen en las películas. Y viene ahora el ejemplo que más me gusta. Los Discos. Así les llamábamos antes a esas maravillas negras y circulares que suponían, las mayoría de la veces, la más perfecta y confortable compañía.

En los otros tiempos de antes de Internet, la información complementaria, venía en las fundas de los vinilos. Lloro desconsoladamente cuando veo mi colección condenada a cadena perpetua -eso si, en una preciosa vitrina antigua en mi salón- penando el castigo del olvido sin haberlo merecido. Hoy en día, la escueta información que proporciona el CD -a veces compensada por los libretos que contienen- y la nula que proporcionan los medios digitales, solo la puedes sustituir por la enorme profusión de datos a los que puedes acceder por la Red. Pero claro, hay que estar predispuesto a ello.

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Pero hubo un tiempo -sépanlo los jóvenes de hoy- que cuando se adquiría un Long Play de vinilo, no solo adquirías “la placa” con la música, sino también un universo cuasi interminable de reseñas interesantes. Los nombres de los músicos… los autores…los nombres de los temas y su duración…lugar de grabación, técnicos de sonidos, colaboraciones… las letras… pero sobretodo, sobretodo, la portada del disco; la carátula, la funda…como queráis llamarlo.

Y ahí, dispuesta, la más maravillosa y docta referencia complementaria al trabajo de los músicos.

Y lo mejor…. Lo mejor de todo eran las fotos o dibujos que eternizaban la obra en las retinas y en la memoria colectiva de los admiradores .

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Tengo que confesar, que me he ido por los Cerros de Úbeda. Muy muy mucho, por los Cerros de Úbeda. Pues la idea primigenia de esta entrada, era la de ofrecer un concierto en directo de uno de mis grupos favoritos de allá por los finales de los 70. YES. Pero pensando en como encauzar el principio de este texto, me he liado y he soltado el rollo.

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Lo que quería decir era que… La gente “normal” -y pongamos de ejemplo al grupo YES, y ahora enlazo con el prólogo involuntario- conocía que el grupo se llamaba así: YES. Y pare Ud. ahí de contar. Poco más.

Pero los adictos a los créditos, los adictos a los créditos, sabíamos que … Primero: No se podía confundir a Ian Anderson (Jethro Tull) con Jon Anderson ( YES) pecado mortal era. Además, sabíamos de corrido que los componentes “fetén” eran el Anderson cantando, el ilustre Steve Howe a las guitarras, Bill Bruford a la batería y el sempiterno Chris Squire al bajo. A veces de tres mástiles para envidia de mi amigo Alex Meléndez “El Zurdo” que sólo dispone de dos.

Eso si, mirando, dichos mástiles, para Motril en vez de mirar para Tarifa.

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Adornábamos y poníamos guinda al pastel con una disertación sobre Rick Wakeman y sus “Seis Esposas de Enrique VIII”. Después -y para desdicha del profano- enlazábamos con Frank Zappa, Leonard Cohen, Uriah Heep, King Crimson, Eric Clapton, Wishbone Ash, Cream, Moody Blues, The Who, Procol Harum, Yardbirds, Love, Jefferson Airplane, The Beatles, Cat Stevens, Dire Straits, Queen, David Gilmour, John Mayall, Carlos Santana, Mahavishu John MacLaughin, Roger Waters, Steve Vai, Led Zeppelin, Emerson Lake and Palmer, America, Gentle Giant, Paul Simon … y citábamos al menos al guitarra principal y al cantante de cada uno de esos grupos o solistas.

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Los “normales” solían o desmayarse, o mandarnos directamente a tomar por el culo.
Todo ese conocimiento- en aquella época- te lo proporcionaba la lectura impenitente de las carátulas. Las mismas que componían esa colección ahora arrinconada.

(En una entrada próxima, voy a centrarme en uno de los mejores ilustradores (precursor, sin duda alguna, de la estética “Avatar” ) que jamás haya habido en la historia de los “cover designs” referente a las fundas de discos: Roger Dean. Pero eso, ya os digo, merece capítulo aparte y personalizado; y ya está en puertas.)

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Bueno.. a lo que vamos: Uno de los Conciertos mas recordados de YES fue editado con el nombre de Yessongs.

Considerado por la crítica como el mejor álbum en vivo de toda la era progresiva en los años 70.

Este es el Setlist del concierto:

1. I’ve Seen All Good People
2. The Clap
3. And You And I
4. Close To The Edge
5. Excerpts From The Six Wives Of Henry VIII
6. Roundabout
7. Yours Is No Disgrace
8. Würm (Excerpt From Starship Trooper)

El álbum, documenta la gira Close to the Edge, aunque incluye dos canciones de la gira de Fragile. Prestad atención al tema interpretado por Steve Howe: The Clap. Una maravilla.

Con respecto a las interpretaciones, si bien algunas son muy similares a las versiones de estudio, otras (como “Perpetual Change” o “Starship Trooper”, por citar dos ejemplos) son superiores y revelan la potencia de la banda en sus actuaciones en vivo. (Wiki)

Ahora, os pongo un historygramma interesantísimo, donde podéis observar en una tabla que recoge los álbumes y el tiempo de permanencia de la totalidad de los componentes que formaron parte del grupo a través de su historia.

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Este es el fantástico concierto.

Que lo disfrutéis

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La Buena Música (De Father Gorgonzola) Paul Simon

La Buena Música (De Father Gorgonzola)

Paul Simon.

Casi siempre es muy difícil el aparcar la admiración que se siente hacia el trabajo discográfico de un artista concreto para componer una entrada (y elegir los temas adecuados) en la sección de La Buena Música de este blog.

Tampoco resulta fácil el ser ecuánime y objetivo; porque hablando de este músico, Paul Simon, que ahora viene, Father Gorgonzola -que tiene una deuda enorme contraída con él, y que le dispensa un sentimiento de empatía, de simpatía y de agradecimiento profundo- no puededejar de emitir loas, albricias y alabanzas hacia este ciudadano biennacido en Nueva Jersey.

A veces es realmente dificultoso, vuelvo a decirlo. Otras – como ocurre con esta- es tan inviable aparcar la devoción, que no hago nada para disimular mi fascinación por la música del antiguo duista. Así pues, digamos que me ha sido muy complicado el escoger unos temas (entre todos los disponibles) que configuraran la nómina a insertar en este post.

Tan sumamente complicado ha sido, que no he tenido mas remedio que incluir al menos ocho o nueve de ellos; diez al final han sido, fíjese Ud.

Ya que, si hubiese descartado alguno, me hubiese sentido traicionado por mi mismo. Porque ha creado un enorme número de espléndidas canciones que han sido fieles compañeras de mi recorrido vital. Que me han acompañado y lo siguen haciendo. Próxima y afectuosamente.

Este post no va a ir acompañado de biografía ni discografía alguna. Porque – doy por supuesto- que toda persona decente, conoce de sobra la vida y obra de Paul Simon. Aún sin su inseparable Telefunken. Ya sabéis: Simón y Telefunken!

Paul Simon, ha influido en mi trayecto musical de una manera excepcional. Su primer trabajo en solitario, “Paul Simon” ha estado -y está- entre los diez discos favoritos de toda mi discoteca. Uno de los primeros que me compré. Y esos temas- muchos me los enseñó (a la guitarra) mi querido Antonio Abril- los incluyo en una versión nueva y fantástica, de un concierto en vivo en Londres. Julio 2011

No diré más. Solo quiero dejaros a solas un rato con Paul Simon. Prestadle la atención debida. Su genial toque de guitarra acústica, su inconfundible voz, su sensibilísima forma de componer. Es absolutamente fascinante. Un lujo y un placer para los sentidos.

PS Once of my favorites!

PAUL SIMON

AMERICA

 

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“Let us be lovers,

 

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We’ll marry our fortunes together.

 

Eb           |Ebmaj7     |Cm        |     |  |  |

I’ve got some real estate here in my bag.”

 

Gm7      |                |C7         |

So we bought a pack of cigarettes,

 

|Gm7 |        |C9   |

And Mrs. Wagner’s pies,

 

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And walked off

 

|Bb       |Eb |Ebmaj7 |Cm |Cm7 |Ab |  |  |  |

To look for Ame-e-e-e-erica.

 

 

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“Kathy,” I said,

 

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As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh,

 

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“Michigan seems like a dream to me now.

 

Bb        |

It took me four days

 

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To hitchhike from Saginaw.

 

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I’ve come to look for Ame-e-e-e-rica.”

 

 

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Laughing on the bus,

 

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Playing games with the faces,

 

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She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy.

 

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I said, “Be careful,

 

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His bowtie is really a camera.”

 

 

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“Toss me a cigarette,

 

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I think there’s one in my raincoat.”

 

Eb            |Ebmaj7     |Cm   |    |  |  |

“We smoked the last one an hour ago.”

 

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So I looked at the scenery,

 

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She read her magazine;

 

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And the moon rose over an o-o-o-open  field.

 

 

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“Kathy, I’m lost,” I said,

 

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Though I knew she was sleeping.

 

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“I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why.”

 

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Counting the cars

 

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On the New Jersey Turnpike.

 

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They’ve all come

 

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To look for Ame-e-e-e-rica,

 

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All come to look for Ame-e-e-e-rica,

 

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All come to look for Ame-e-e-e-rica,

 

 

 

AMERICAN TUNE

 

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Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken

 

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And many times confused

 

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Yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken

 

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And  certainly misused

 

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Oh, but I’m alright, I’m alright

 

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I’m just weary to my    bones

 

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Still, you don’t expect to be

 

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Bright and bon vivant

 

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So far a-way from home,   so far away from home

 

 

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

 

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I don’t have a friend who feels at ease

 

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I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered

 

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or   driven to its knees

 

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Oh, but it’s alright, it’s alright

 

|F     C  G    G#dim|Am   A7|

for we lived so well so    long

 

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Still, when I think of the

 

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road we’re traveling on

 

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I wonder what’s gone wrong

 

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

 

 

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And I dreamed I was dying

 

|G            |Am

I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly

 

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And looking back down at me

 

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Smiled reassuringly

 

|C     |

And I dreamed I was flying

 

|G                 |Am

And high up above my eyes could clearly see

 

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The Statue of Liberty

 

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Sailing away to sea

 

|C     |

And I dreamed I was flying

 

 

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We come on the ship they call the Mayflower

 

E               |Am        E7        |Am

We come on the ship that sailed the moon

 

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We come in the a-ge’s most uncertain hours

 

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and  sing an American tune

 

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Oh, and it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright

 

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You can’t be forever blessed

 

D7          G                     |C  G  D      |G

Still, tomorrow’s going to be another working day

 

C      |F      C  G       |E

And I’m trying to get some rest

 

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That’s all I’m trying  to get some rest

 

 

APRIL COME SHE WILL

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A-april Come She Will

 

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When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;

 

C  D           |G     Em |

Ma-ay, she will sta-a-ay,

 

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Resting in my arms again.

 

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Ju-u-une, she’ll change her tune,

 

Am         |Em          |Fmaj7    Em   |

In restless walks she’ll prowl the night;

 

C    D           |G    Em |

July-y, she will fly-y-y

 

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And give no warning to her flight.

 

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A-a-august, die she must,

 

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The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;

 

|C  D        |G  Em |

September I’ll remember.

 

Am         |Em     |C   D    |G

A love once new has now grown old.

 

ARMISTICE DAY

 

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On Armistice Day

 

 

The Philharmonic will play

|G             F#m

But the songs that we sing

 

|Em(Omit 3rd) |D(Omit 3rd) |

Will be sad

 

A(Omit 3rd)|     |D

Shufflin    brown tunes

 

|D7     |D  |G  |

Hanging around, ahoo

 

F#m Em|D |  |  |

M-m-m-m-m-m-m

 

|G

No long drawn blown out excuses

 

D

Were made

 

|G        F#m           |Em

When I needed a friend she was there

 

A(Omit 3rd) |    |D    |

Just like an easy chair

 

|  |G

Oo, Oo-o

 

F#m Em|D |  |  |

M-m-m-m-m-m-m

 

 

D            |

Armistice Day

 

|

Armistice Day

 

G           F#m     |Em(Omit 3rd) |

That’s all I really wanted to say

 

D(Omit 3rd) |A(Omit 3rd) |  |D(Omit 3rd) |

 

 

D      |                  |

Oh I’m weary from waiting

 

|  |

In Washington D.C.

 

G               |

I’m coming to see my Congressman

 

D    |          |  |

But he’s avoiding me

 

A/D          |G/D            |D              |  |  |  |  |  |

Weary from waiting down in Washington D.C.

 

 

D  |             |

Oh Congresswoman

 

|   |

Won’t you tell that Congressman

 

G            |

I’ve waited such a long time

 

D          |         |  |

I’ve about waited all I can

 

A/D       |G/D             |D                    |  |  |  |  |  |

Oh Congresswoman, won’t you tell that Congressman

 

BABY DRIVER

 

D                   |

My daddy was the family bassman

 

|                |

My mamma was an engineer

 

|              |

And I was born one dark gray morn

 

|G                 |

With music coming in my ears

 

|D    |

In my ears.

 

 

|G           |

They call me Baby Driver

 

|                   |

And once upon a pair of wheels

 

|D      |

Hit the road and I’m gone ah

 

D      Db Am B7

What’s my number

 

|Em                    |

I wonder how your engine feels.

 

|

Ba ba ba ba

 

D                  |

Scoot down the road

 

Db Am B7

What’s my number

 

|Em7             A7    |D     |  |  |

I wonder how your engine feels.

 

 

|D                    |

My daddy was a prominent frogman

 

|                      |

My mamma’s in the Naval reserve

 

|             |

When I was young I carried a gun

 

|G                      |

But I never got the chance to serve

 

|D     |

I did not serve.

 

 

 

|G           |

They call me Baby Driver

 

|                   |

And once upon a pair of wheels

 

|D      |

Hit the road and I’m gone ah

 

D      Db Am B7

What’s my number

 

|Em                    |

I wonder how your engine feels.

 

|

Ba ba ba ba

 

D                  |

Scoot down the road

 

Db Am B7

What’s my number

 

|Em7             A7    |D     |  |  |

I wonder how your engine feels.

 

 

|D                 |

My daddy get a big promotion

 

|                      |

My mamma’s got a raise in pay

 

|                  |

There’s no-one home, we’re all alone

 

|G                    |

Oh come into my room and play

 

|D    |

Yes we can play.

 

 

|G                 |

I’m not talking about your pigtails

 

|                        |

But talking ‘bout your sex appeal

 

 

|D      |

Hit the road and I’m gone ah

 

D      Db Am B7

What’s my number

 

|Em                    |

I wonder how your engine feels.

 

|

Ba ba ba ba

 

D                  |

Scoot down the road

 

Db Am B7

What’s my number

 

|Em7             A7    |D     |  |  |

I wonder how your engine feels.

 

 

 

 

THE BIG BRIGHT GREEN PLEASURE MACHINE

 

|D               |        |            |

Do people have a tendency to dump on you?

 

|                    |             |C      |

Does your group have more cavities than theirs?

 

|D              |               |            |

Do all the hippies seem to get the jump on you?

 

|                |               |C     |

Do you sleep alone when others sleep in pairs?

 

|Bb           |

Well there’s no need to complain,

 

|A            |

We’ll eliminate your pain.

 

|G              |

We can neutralize your brain.

 

|A   |  |    |

You’ll feel just fine    now.

 

|G   F     |     |  |  |C           |      |D  |

Buy a Big Bright Green         Pleasure Machine!

 

 

|D           |            |               |

Do figures of authority just shoot you down?

 

|               |                |C    |

Is life within the bus’ness world a drag?

 

|D                |                 |           |

Did your boss just mention that you’d better shop around

 

|               |               |C   |

To find yourself a more productive bag?

 

|Bb           |

Are you worried and distressed?

 

|A             |

Can’t seem to get no rest?

 

|G             |

Put our product to the test.

 

|A   |  |    |

You’ll feel just fine    now.

 

|G   F     |     |  |  |C           |      |D  |

Buy a Big Bright Green         Pleasure Machine!

 

 

A           |            |G        |

You better hurry up and order one

 

|E         |           |A           |

Our limited supply is very nearly gone.

 

 

|D         |                 |           |

Do you nervously await the blows of cruel fate?

 

|                    |             |C    |

Do your checks bounce higher than a rubber ball?

 

|D                  |                   |            |

Are you worried ‘cause your girlfriend’s just a little late?

 

|             |               |C   |

Are you looking for a way to chuck it all?

 

|Bb            |

We can end your daily strife

 

|A         |

At a reasonable price.

 

|G            |

You’ve seen it advertised in Life.

 

 

|A   |  |    |

You’ll feel just fine    now.

 

 

|G   F     |     |  |  |C           |      |D  |  |

Buy a Big Bright Green         Pleasure Machine!

 

 

 

 

THE BOY IN THE BUBBLE

 

 

D         |A5

It was a slow day

 

|        C  D

And the sun was beating

 

|A5       C      D       C   D   | C

On the soldiers by the side of the road

 

D            |A5

There was a bright light

 

|      C       D

A shattering of shop windows

 

|A5   C      D    C

The bomb in the baby carriage

 

D  |      C      D    |

Was wired to the radio

 

 

G                      |    C       D     |

These are the days of miracle and wonder

 

G      C      D    C  D    |    C D |

This is the long distance call

 

G                   |        C     D     |

The way the camera follows us in slo-mo

 

 

G     C      D       C  D  | C D |

The way we look to us all

 

G                     |        C     D

The way we look to a distant constellation

 

|G     C    D      C     |D  C D |

That’s dying in a corner of the sky

 

G                      |    C       D

These are the days of miracle and wonder

 

|G        C   D   C     D   | C     D  |

And don’t cry  baby, don’t cry,  don’t cry

 

 

D         |A5

It was a dry wind

 

|       C         D

And it swept across the desert

 

|A5       C      D      C  D    | C

And it curled into the circle of birth

 

D        |A5       |

And the dead sand

 

C      D

Falling on the children

 

|A5      C       D

The mothers and the fathers

 

C   D  |    C     D    |

And the automatic earth

 

 

 

G                      |    C       D     |

These are the days of miracle and wonder

 

G      C      D    C  D    |    C D |

This is the long distance call

 

G                   |        C     D     |

The way the camera follows us in slo-mo

 

 

G     C      D       C  D  | C D |

The way we look to us all

 

G                     |        C     D

The way we look to a distant constellation

 

|G     C    D      C     |D  C D |

That’s dying in a corner of the sky

 

G                      |    C       D

These are the days of miracle and wonder

 

|G        C   D   C     D   | C     D  |

And don’t cry  baby, don’t cry,  don’t cry

 

 

It’s a turn-around jump shot

 

|     C    D

It’s everybody jump start

 

|A5    C    D     C      D|     C      D         |

It’s every generation throws a hero up the pop charts

 

A5                     |    C      D

Medicine is magical and magical is art

 

|A5  C      D

The Boy in the Bubble

 

C      |D    C        D

And the baby with the baboon heart

|

And I believe

 

G                      |       C      D     |

These are the days of lasers in the jungle

 

G      C      D      C   D|  C D |

Lasers in the jungle some–where

 

G                    |         C    D

Staccato signals of constant information

 

|G       C   D     C  D |              C     D              |

A loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires and baby

 

G                      |    C       D     |

These are the days of miracle and wonder

 

G      C      D    C  D    |    C D |

This is the long distance call

 

G                   |        C     D     |

The way the camera follows us in slo-mo

 

G  C        D       C |D    C  D   |

The  way we look to us all, oh yeah

 

G                     |        C     D

The way we look to a distant constellation

 

|G     C    D      C     |D  C D |

That’s dying in a corner of the sky

 

G                      |    C       D

These are the days of miracle and wonder

 

|G        C   D   C     D   | C     D  |

And don’t cry  baby, don’t cry,  don’t cry

|

Don’t cry

Repeat and fade:

 

 

CECILIA

F            |Bb          F

Celia, you’re breaking my heart

 

|Bb         F         |C

You’re shaking my confidence daily.

 

|Bb F      |Bb        |F

Oh Cecilia, I’m down on my knees,

 

|Bb          F             |C    |

I’m begging you please to come home.

 

 

F            |Bb          F

Celia, you’re breaking my heart

 

|Bb         F         |C

You’re shaking my confidence daily.

 

|Bb F      |Bb        |F

Oh Cecilia, I’m down on my knees,

 

|Bb          F             |C

I’m begging you please to come home.

 

|F   |

Ho-ho-home

 

 

|Bb              |F

Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia

 

Bb F |C     F    |

Up in my bedroom,

 

|Bb

I got up to wash my face

 

|F

When I come back to bed,

 

|C        F     |

someone’s taken my place.

 

 

 

F            |Bb          F

Celia, you’re breaking my heart

 

|Bb         F         |C

You’re shaking my confidence daily.

 

|Bb F      |Bb        |F

Oh Cecilia, I’m down on my knees,

 

|Bb          F             |C

I’m begging you please to come home.

 

|F

Come on home.

 

|Fsus F              |Bb                 |C

 

 

|Bb F

Jubila-tion,

 

|Bb        F

She loves me again,

 

|Bb          F          |C

I fall on the floor and I laughing,

 

 

|Bb F

Jubila-tion,

 

|Bb        F

She loves me again,

 

|Bb          F          |C

I fall on the floor and I laughing,

 

 

 

 

CLOUDY

 

D      |                              |Gmaj7   |

Cloudy,  The sky is grey and white and  cloudy.

 

|D    F#7|Ddim|

Sometimes I think it’s hanging down on  me.

 

|A                                          |Fm#7

It’s a hitch-hike a hundred miles.

 

|A                                         |Bm

I’m a rag-a-muffin child.

 

|E                                              |

Pointed finger, painted smile.

 

|A                                                                                 |                                         F#m A   |

I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a whi-ile.

 

D      |                                                                                  |Gmaj7|

Cloudy,  My thoughts are scattered and they’re  cloudy.

 

|D   F#7 |Ddim|

They have no borders, no boundar- ies.

 

|A                                         |F#m7

They echo and they swell,

 

|A           |Bm

From Tolstoy to Tinkerbell,

 

|E                                             |

Down from Berkeley to Carmel.

 

|A                                                                |                             F#m  A   |

Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to ki – ill.

 

D                         |                        |Gmaj7      |

Hey, Sunshine–  I haven’t seen you in a  long time.

 

|D    F#7|Ddim|

Why don’t you show your face and bend my  mind?

 

|A                                        |F#m7

These clouds stick to the sky,

 

|A                 |Bm

Like a floating question, why?

 

|E                                             |

And they linger there to die.

 

|A                                                    |                   F#m A |

They don’t know where they’re going, and my friend, neither do I- -i.

 

D      |Gmaj7 |D                  |Gmaj7

Cloudy,  Cloudy,  Cloudy, Cloudy.

 

 

DUNCAN

Em                       |

Couple in the next room

 

D

Bound to win a prize

 

|G           A        |D

they’ve been goin’ at it all night long

 

|C                 |G

Well I’m tryin’ to get some sleep

 

|C               G

but these motel walls are cheap

 

|C            G

Lincoln Duncan is my name

 

|D              |Em  |  |

and here’s my song, here’s my song

 

 

 

My father was a fisherman

 

|D

my mama was a fisherman’s friend

 

|G                 A              |D

and I was born in the boredom and the chowder

 

|C                 G

So when I reached my prime

 

|C                   G        |

I left my home in the maritimes

 

C               G               |D                 |Em     |

headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England

 

 

 

|

Holes in my confidence

 

D

holes in the knees of my jeans

 

|G              A          |D     |

I’s left without a penny in my pocket

 

C    G               |

Oo-o wee I’s about as

 

C               G

destituted as a kid could be

 

|C             G

And I wish I wore a ring

 

|D                  |Em     |

so I could hock it I’d like to hock it

 

 

|Em

A young girl in a parking lot

 

|D

was preaching to a crowd

 

|G

singin sacred songs and

 

A               |D

reading from the bible

 

|C              G

Well I told her I was lost

 

|C                     G

and she told me all about the Pentecost

 

|C                     G            |D  |Em

And I seen that girl as the road to my survi-ival

 

 

 

 

 

Just later on the very same night

 

|D

when I crept to her tent with a flashlight

 

|G             A        |D

and my long years of innocence ended

 

|C              G           |

Well she took me to the woods sayin’

 

C                            G

“Here comes somethin’ and it feels so good!”

 

|C           G          |D

And just like a dog I was befriended

 

|Em      |  |

I was befriended

 

 

Em                  |

Oh, oh, what a night

 

D

Oh what a garden of delight

 

|G              A     |D

Even now that sweet memory lingers

 

|C             G

I was playin’ my guitar

 

|C              G

lying underneath the stars

 

|C            G          |D

Just thankin’ the lord for my fingers

 

|Em

for my fingers

 

 

 

EL CONDOR PASA

 

|Em                        |G

I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail

 

|

Yes I would.

 

|

If I could,

 

|Em       |

I surely would, Hm-m

 

|                         |G

I’d rather be a hammer than a nail.

 

|

Yes I would.

 

|

If I only could,

 

|Em       |

I surely would, Hm-m

 

 

|C               |

Away, I’d rather sail away

 

|G                   |

Like a swan that’s here and gone

 

|C                      |

A man gets tied up to the ground,

 

|G

He gives the world

 

|

Its saddest sound

 

|Em   |  |

Its saddest sound

 

 

|                         |G

I’d rather be a forest than a street

 

|G

Yes I would.

 

|

If I could,

 

|Em

I surely would.

 

 

|                                |G

I’d rather feel the earth beneath my feet

 

 

|

Yes I would.

 

|

If I only could,

 

|Em       |

I surely would, Hm-m

 

EVERYTHING PUT TOGETHER FALLS APART

 

Fm7             |

M-m,    Paraphernalia

 

F7      Cm7/F            |Bb

Never hides your broken bones

 

B           |   Bb A

And I don’t know why

 

|E          |

You want to try

 

A      Am       Em         F#m    |E  A E7|

Mm,  It’s plain to see you’re on your own

 

Dm7    Cmaj7 Em7       |Am     Em

Uh, huh,     I ain’t blind, no

 

D/F              |Dm/F

Some folks are crazy

 

Dm7      |G7             |C7

Others walk that borderline

 

 

Watch what you’re doing

 

 

|Fm7    

Taking downs to get off to sleep

 

|F7           Cm7/F      |Bb

And ups to start you on your way

 

B      |     Bb A       |E                |

After a while    they’ll change your style

 

E7 A    Am     Em        F#m  |E  A E7|

M-m-m, I see it happening every day

 

Dm7    Cmaj7 Em7          |A    E

Uh, huh      spare your heart

 

D/F          |Dm/F

Everything put together

 

Dm7         |G7          |C7

Sooner or later falls apart

 

|

There’s nothing to it, nothing to it

 

|Fm7

You can cry

 

|C

You can lie

 

|F7                 Cm7/F

For all the good it’ll do you

 

|Bb

You can die

 

B            |

But when it’s done

 

Bb             A             |E                    |

And the police come, and they lay you down for dead

 

E7  A Am    |Em     F#m   |E   |E7 A Am Em F#m7 E|

Uh, huh,  just remember what I said

 

 

GRACELAND

 

 

   |E                    |

The Mississippi Delta was shining

 

                  |A  |

Like a National guitar

 

     |C#m          

 I am following the river

 

        |

Down the highway

 

                               |B  |

Through the cradle of the civil war

 

 

 A           |E   

 I’m going to Graceland, Graceland

 

  |              B

In Memphis Tennessee

 

    A       |E        | D A|

I’m going to Graceland

 

E                          |

Poor boys and Pilgrims with families

 

    B      A       |E        | D

And we are going to Graceland

 

A   |E                     |           B

  My traveling companion is nine years old

 

A        |E                         | D

He is the child of mv first marriage

 

A         |E

  But I’ve reason to believe

 

  |               B      A |E        | D A|E |

We both will be received In Graceland

 

 

                  |                  |

 She comes back to tell me she’s gone

 

  |A               

As if I didn’t know that

 

  |                       |C#m |

As if I didn’t know my own bed

 

  |B                   |

As if I’d never noticed

 

                                      |E       |

 The way she brushed her hair from her forehead

 

            |      |

And she said losing love

 

                        |     |

Is like a window in your heart

 

                      |C#m        |

 Everybody sees you’re blown apart

 

              |B            |

Everybody sees the wind blow

 

 

     A       |E        |

 I’m going to Graceland

 

              B

Memphis Tennessee

 

    A       |E        | D A|

I’m going to Graceland

 

E                          |

Poor boys and Pilgrims with families

 

    B      A       |E        | D

And we are going to Graceland

 

A   |E                       |                 B   A

  My traveling companions are ghosts and empty sockets

 

   |E                            | D

I’m looking at ghosts and empties

 

A         |E

  But I’ve reason to believe

 

  |              B      A |E        | D A|E |

We all will be received In Graceland

 

 

          |                 

There is a girl in New York City

 

   |                             |A   |

Who calls herself the human trampoline

 

   |C#m                        |

And sometimes when I’m falling, flylng

 

  |                         |

Or tumbling in turmoil I say

 

B                      |

Oh, so this is what she means

 

                             |E        |

She means we’re bouncing into Graceland

 

         |      |

And I see losing love

 

                        |     |

Is like a window in your heart

 

                      |C#m        |

 Everybody sees you’re blown apart

 

                    |B        |

 Everybody feels the wind blow

 

 

  |E                      |

In Graceland, in Graceland

 

 B A            |E        | D

    I’m going to Graceland

 

A            |E

For reasons I cannot explain

 

            |           B        A  |

There’s some part of me wants to see

 

E        |

Graceland

 

D     A        |E        

  And I may be obliged to defend

 

     |            B

Everv love, every ending

 

   A            |E                 | D

Or maybe there’s no obligations now

 

A             |E          

  Maybe I’ve a reason to believe

 

  |              B 

We all will be received

 

A |E        |

In Graceland

 

HOMEWARD BOUND

 

   |              |

I’m sitting in the railway station.

 

     |Em/B        |      |Gm6/Bb |  |A7 |  |

Got a ticket to my destination.    Mmm

 

Dm          |                   |Bb             | 

On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.

 

   |C            |                    |          |G7           |C |

And ev’ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.

 

        |F     |

Homeward bound,

 

         |C   |

 I wish I was,

 

        |F     |  |

Homeward bound,

 

C            |Dm        C Bb F   |

Home where my thought’s escaping,

 

C            |Dm C     Bb  F   |

Home where my mu-sic’s playing,

 

C            |Dm   C    Bb  F  |

Home where my love lies waiting

 

G       |C      |  |

Silently for me.

 

 

              |

Ev’ry day’s an endless stream

 

  |Em/B          |      |Gm6/Bb |  |A7 | 

Of cigarettes and magazi-ines.    Mmm

 

   |Dm                 |               |Bb            | 

And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories

 

   |C               |            |               |G7         |C |

And ev’ry stranger’s face I see reminds me that I long to be,

 

 

        |F     |

Homeward bound,

 

         |C   |

 I wish I was,

 

        |F     |  |

Homeward bound,

 

C            |Dm        C Bb F   |

Home where my thought’s escaping,

 

C            |Dm C     Bb  F   |

Home where my mu-sic’s playing,

 

C            |Dm   C    Bb  F  |

Home where my love lies waiting

 

G       |C      | 

Silently for me.

 

 

 |                  |

Tonight I’ll sing my songs again,

 

    |Em/B         |         |Gm6/Bb |  |A7 | 

I’ll play the game and prete-end.     Mmm

 

   |Dm               |             |Bb           | 

But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity

 

    |C           |         |               |G7         |C |

Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.

 

 

        |F     |

Homeward bound,

 

         |C   |

 I wish I was,

 

        |F     |  |

Homeward bound,

 

C            |Dm        C Bb F   |

Home where my thought’s escaping,

 

C            |Dm C     Bb  F   |

Home where my mu-sic’s playing,

 

C            |Dm   C    Bb  F  |

Home where my love lies waiting

 

G       |C      |Cmaj7/B |

Silently for me.

 

        |C7/Bb  |  |C |F |C |  |

Silently for me.

 

 

 

KATHY’S SONG

 

|G          |C      |      |G   |   |

  I hear the drizzle of the rain

 

Am      |Em |C    |Bm7  |   |

  Like a memory it falls

 

G         |Bm     |G  |C  |  |

  Soft and warm continuing

 

Am       |Em   |D       |G     C|G  |  C|G  |

  Tapping on my roof and walls.

 

 

G           |C      |     |G   |   |

And from the shelter of my mind

 

Am           |Em    |C    |Bm7 |   |

  Through the window of my eyes

 

G         |Bm     |G            |C      |  |

 I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets

 

Am  |Em     |D             |G    C|G  |  C|G  |

  To England where my heart lies.

 

 

G             |C      |      |G    |   |

  My mind’s distracted and diffused

 

Am  |Em          |C          |Bm7 |   |

  My thoughts are many miles away

 

G              |Bm      |G      |C    |  |

  They lie with you when you’re asleep

 

Am   |Em      |D                  |G   C|G  |  C|G  |

  And kiss you when you start your day.

 

 

|G                |C         |      |G   |   |

  And a song I was writing is left undone

 

Am       |Em        |C       |Bm7 |   |

  I don’t know why I spend my time

 

G       |Bm     |G      |C    |  |

 Writing songs I can’t believe

 

Am               |Em      |D        |G   C|G  |  C|G  |

  With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

 

 

|G          |C         |       |G    |   |

  And so you see I have come to doubt

 

Am        |Em    |C      |Bm7 |   |

  All that I once held as true

 

G       |Bm       |G    |C    |  |

 I stand alone without beliefs

 

Am        |Em     |D      |G   C|G  |  C|G  |

  The only truth I know is you.

 

 

|G        |C       |        |G   |   |

  And as I watch the drops of rain

 

Am           |Em   |C        |Bm7 |   |

  Weave their weary paths and die

 

G           |Bm  |G       |C   |  |

 I know that I am like the rain

 

Am                 |Em      |D     |G  C|G  |  C|G  |

  There but for the grace of you go I.

 

 

 

KEEP THE CUSTOMER SATISFIED

                            |Eb   |

Gee but it’s great to be back home,

 

                        |   |

 Home is where I want to be.

 

                         |Ab             |

 I’ve been on the road so long my friend,

 

      

 And if you came along

 

 |Bb                   |Ab

I know you couldn’t disagree.

 

                 |Eb    |    |

It’s the same old story, yeah

 

             |Ab

 Everyhwere I go,

 

     |Eb        |

I get slandered,

 

Bb  

Libeled,

 

      |Eb          

I hear words I never heard

 

      |Ab

In the Bible.

 

       |Eb                   |Cm         |

And I’m one step ahead of the shoe shine,

 

Eb                     |Cm     Ab

Two steps away from the county line,

 

    |Eb                Eb7      |Ab

Just trying to keep my customers satisfied,

 

    |Eb

Satisfied.

 

 

                      |Eb   |

Deputy Sheriff said to me

 

                          |    |

Tell me what you come here for, boy.

 

                            |Ab   |

You better get your bags and flee.

 

 

You’re in trouble boy,

 

   |Bb                     |Ab

And now you’re heading into more.

 

                 |Eb   |  |

It’s the same old story

 

 

              |Ab

 Everyhwere I go,

 

     |Eb        |

I get slandered,

 

Bb  

Libeled,

 

      |Eb          

I hear words I never heard

 

      |Ab

In the Bible.

 

       |Eb                   |Cm         |

And I’m one step ahead of the shoe shine,

 

Eb                     |Cm     Ab

Two steps away from the county line,

 

    |Eb                Eb7      |Ab

Just trying to keep my customers satisfied,

 

    |Eb   |  |

Satisfied.

 

    |   |   |Ab |Eb | 

 Woh woh woh woh

 

 

Ab                     |Eb   |  |

  But it’s the same old story

 

 

              |Ab

 Everyhwere I go,

 

     |Eb        |

I get slandered,

 

Bb  

Libeled,

 

      |Eb          

I hear words I never heard

 

      |Ab

In the Bible.

 

       |Eb                   |Cm         |

And I’m one step ahead of the shoe shine,

 

Eb                     |Cm     Ab

Two steps away from the county line,

 

    |Eb                Eb7      |Ab

Just trying to keep my customers satisfied,

 

    |Eb   |  |

Satisfied.

 

KODACHROME

 

            |F

When I think back

 

   Fmaj7  |F7               |Bb         |  |

On all the crap I learned in high school

 

Gm              |

   It’s a wonder

 

C             |F  |Gm

I can think at all

 

C7           |F       Fmaj7 F7

And though my lack of edu—cation

 

      |Bb          |  |

Hasn’t hurt me none

 

Gm               |C7            |F

   I can read the writing on the wall

 

 

F7     Bb  D7 |G7

   Kodachro—-me

 

                  |Cm         |F

They give us those nice bright colors

 

                |Bb       |Eb

They give us the greens of summers

 

               |C      |F              |Bb   D |G

Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day, Oh yeah

 

       |Cm   |F

I got a Nikon camera

 

                |Bb  |Eb

I love to take a photograph

 

             |C7     |F          |Bb |Dm |Gm |

So mama don’t take my Kodachrome away

 

 

C            |F       Fmaj7  |F7

  If you took all the girls I knew

 

          |Bb    |  |

When I was single

 

Gm                       |C7            |F    |Gm

   And brought them all together for one night

 

C7           |F     Fmaj7

I know they’d never match

 

  |F7        |Bb    |  |

my sweet imagination

 

Gm                     |C7                |F

   And everything looks worse in black and white

 

 

F7     Bb  D7 |G7

   Kodachro—-me

 

                  |Cm         |F

They give us those nice bright colors

 

                |Bb       |Eb

They give us the greens of summers

 

               |C      |F              |Bb   D |G

Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day, Oh yeah

 

       |Cm   |F

I got a Nikon camera

 

                |Bb  |Eb

I love to take a photograph

 

             |C7     |F          |Bb |  |

So mama don’t take my Kodachrome away

 

LOVES ME LIKE A ROCK

 

 

                   |G                C     |G

When I was a little boy, (when I was just a boy)

 

                           |                 C     |G

And the Devil would call my name (when I was just a boy)

 

 

            |C7     |

I’d say “now who do,

 

                       |G                     C     |G

Who do you think you’re fooling?” (when I was just a boy)

 

                 |                C     |G

I’m a consecrated boy (when I was just a boy)

 

 

      G7         |C           |

I’m a singer in a Sunday choir

 

             |G         |D

 Oh , my mama loves, she loves me

 

   |G                        |Em

She get down on her knees and hug me

 

        |C              |G   |

Like she loves me like a rock

 

C                      |F       C

  She rocks me like the rock of ages

 

   |G       |

And loves me

 

                               |       |

 She love me, love me, love me, love me

 

 

 

 

 

                         |G             C   |G

 When I was grown to be a man (grown to be a man)

 

                           |               C   |G

And the Devil would call my name (grown to be a man)

 

            |C7     |

I’d say “now who do,

 

                       |G                   C   |G

Who do you think you’re fooling?” (grown to be a man)

 

                 |              C   |G

I’m a consummated man (grown to be a man)

 

      G7             |C  |

I can snatch a little purity

 

       |G            |D

My mama loves me, she loves me

 

   |G                        |Em

She get down on her knees and hug me

 

        |C              |G   |

Like she loves me like a rock

 

C                  |F           C

  She rocks me like the rock of ages

 

   |G       |

And loves me

 

 

 

                              |       |

 

She love me, love me, love me, love me

 

 

                  |              C   |G

 And if I was President (was the President)

 

                            |              C   |G

 The minute Congress call my name (was the President)

 

       |C7      |

I’d say “who do,

 

                       |G                          C     |G

Who do you think you’re fooling? (Who do you think you’re fooling)

 

 

 

                         |              C   |G

I’ve got the Presidential Seal (was the president)

 

                          |C  |

I’m up on the Presidential Podium

 

       |G

My mama loves me

 

   |D

She loves me

 

   |G                        |Em

She get down on her knees and hug me

 

        |C              |G   |

Like she loves me like a rock

 

C                      |F       C

  She rocks me like the rock of ages

 

   |G       |

And loves me

 

 

 

 

Fade out:

                               |

 She love me, love me, love me, love me

 

 

                |

 

(loves me like a rock)

 

 

 

ME AND JULIO DOWN BY THE SCHOOLYARD

 

   |G         

The mama pajama rolled out of bed

 

       |                 |C

And she ran to the police station

 

        |D               

When the papa found out he began to shout

 

      |                  |G    

And he started the investigation

 

                |C

It’s against the law

 

                  |G

It was against the law

 

             |D

What the mama saw

 

                  |G

It was against the law

 

 

   |                    

The mama looked down and spit on the ground

 

    |                 |C

Everytime my name gets mentioned

 

   |D               

The papa said oy if I get that boy

 

         |                           |G

I’m gonna stick him in the house of detention

 

              |C 

Well I’m on my way

 

             |G

I don’t know where I’m going

 

         |C

I’m on my way

 

 

             |G

I’m taking my time

 

      A          D

But I don’t know where

 

          |C                   |G  

Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona

 

        |G      F

See you, me and Julio

 

C           D    |G

Down by the schoolyard

 

        |G      F

See you, me and Julio

 

C           D    |G   |

Down by the schoolyard

 

G      F     C           D    |G

Me and Julio down by the schoolyard

 

    |G 

In a couple of days they come and take me away

 

       |                   |C

But the press let the story leak

 

            |D

And when the radical priest

 

Come to get me released

 

      |                   |G

We was all on the cover of Newsweek

             |C 

And I’m on my way

 

            |G

I don’t know where I’m going

         |C

I’m on my way

 

             |G

I’m taking my time

 

      A          D

But I don’t know where

 

          |C                   |G  

Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona

 

        |G      F

See you, me and Julio

 

C           D    |G

Down by the schoolyard

 

        |G      F

See you, me and Julio

C           D    |G   |

Down by the schoolyard

 

G      F     C           D    |G

Me and Julio down by the schoolyard

 

 

 

MRS. ROBINSON

 

             |Bb       |Gm       |

And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,

 

Bb             |Gm                |Eb  |Cm     |F7  |

Jesus loves you more than you will know  (Wo wo wo).

 

               |Bb          |Gm       |

 God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,

 

Bb            |Gm                 |Eb  |Cm       |    |        |G    |  |  |

Heaven holds a place for those who pray  (Hey hey hey,  hey hey hey).

 

 

    |G7             |          |                |

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

 

    |C7              |                 |C9   |  |

We’d like to help you learn to help yourself.

 

F                 |Bb             |Eb         |Cm   |  |

  Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes.

 

G        |          

  Stroll around the grounds

 

 |F7             |

Until you feel at home.

 

 

             |Bb       |Gm       |

And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,

 

Bb             |Gm                |Eb  |Cm     |F7  |

Jesus loves you more than you will know  (Wo wo wo).

 

               |Bb          |Gm       |

 God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,

 

Bb            |Gm                 |Eb  |Cm         |    |        |G    |  |  |  |

Heaven holds a place for those who pray    (Hey hey hey,  hey hey hey).

 

 

G7             |                  |           |     |  |

   Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes.

 

C7              |                |         |  |

   Put it in you pantry with your cupcakes.

 

F7              |Bb              |Eb          |Cm   |  |

   It’s a little secret, just the Robinsons’ affair.

 

G                           |F7              |

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

 

 

          |Bb        |Gm       |

Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson,

 

Bb             |Gm                |Eb  |       |F7  |

Jesus loves you more than you will know  (wo wo wo).

 

              |Bb          |Gm       |

God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,

 

Bb            |Gm                 |Eb  |       |Cm   |       |G    |  |  |  |

Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey, hey hey hey).

 

 

G7             |         |           |     |  |

   Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon,

 

C7             |             |     |  |

   Going to the candidates’ debate,

 

F7                |Bb             |Eb                |Cm     |  |

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

 

G                             |F7   |

  Every way you look at it you lose.

 

 

               |Bb         |Gm    

 Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?

 

 |Bb              |Gm            |Eb |Cm       |F7   |

A nation turns its lonely eyes to you  (Woo woo woo).

 

 

                |Bb       |Gm       |

 What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson?

 

Bb              |Gm            |Eb  |         |Cm  |        |G    |  |  |G7add6 |

“Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away”  (Hey hey hey,  hey hey hey).

 

 

 

MOTHER AND CHILD REUNION

 

 

     |C         D       |G

 No I would not give you false hope

 

       |C           D       |G

On this strange and mournful day

 

       |C          D      |G Em

But the mother and child reu-nion

 

  |Am     G      |D   |           |Em              |

Is only a motion away,  oh, little darling of mine.

 

                |D         |

 I can’t for the life of me

 

           |Em        |

 Remember a sadder day

 

                |D        |

 I know they say let it be

 

                       |Em          |

 But it just don’t work out that way

 

                    |C            |

 And the course of a lifetime runs

 

         |D         |

 Over and over again

 

 

 

     |C         D       |G

 No I would not give you false hope

 

       |C           D       |G

On this strange and mournful day

 

       |C          D      |G Em

But the mother and child reu-nion

 

  |Am     G      |D   |           |Em              |

Is only a motion away,  oh, little darling of mine.

 

 

               |D             |

 I just can’t believe it’s so,

 

                    |Em            |

 and though it seems strange to say

 

             |D          |

 I never been laid so low

 

             |Em         |

 In such a mysterious way

 

                    |C            |

 And the course of a lifetime runs

 

         |D         |

 Over and over again

 

 

 

 

      |C         D       |G

 But I would not give you false hope

 

       |C           D       |G

On this strange and mournful day

 

        |C          D      |G Em

When the mother and child reu-nion

 

  |Am     G      |D   |          

Is only a motion away, 

 

 

           |C          D      |G

 Oh, oh the mother and child reunion

 

  |C      D      |G 

Is only a motion away

 

      |C          D      |G|Em

Oh the mother and child reu-nion

 

  |Am     G      |D  |  |G |

Is only a moment away

 

 

 

THE ONLY LIVING BOY IN NEW YORK

 


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         |          

Da-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 on the weather report.

 

C    |                     |F                    |     |  |

I can gather all the news I need on the weather report.

 

C   |                    |F  C Dm7 F6 |G

Hey,  I’ve got nothing to do today but smile.

 

               |              |F         |          

Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da and 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  F6 F      

Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da like it shines on me.

 

   |C                   |F      |

The only living boy in New York.

 

   |C                   |F      |  |C |  |

The only living boy in New York.

 

 

PAPA HOBO

 

A |E |  |

Mm——

 

    |D            |D7

It’s carbon and monoxide

 

   |G     F#    F |E

The ole Detroit perfume

 

  |D           |D7

It hangs on the highways

 

      |G

In the morning

 

      |A               |D   |

And it lays you down by noon

 

       |A

Oh Papa Hobo

 

       |            |G             |G7

You can see that I’m dressed like a schoolboy

 

     |C          |A/C#

But I feel like a clown

 

      |G        |E       |C

It’s a natural reaction I learned

 

          |   Bm   Am  |G  |Bdim Am|G |  |Am G|Am G|Am G|Am |

In this basketball town

 

 

C       |  |

Sweep up

 

      |               |F        |    |

I been sweeping up the tips I’ve made

 

   |  C/E  Dm|C       |  |  |

I’m living on Gatorade

 

           |G      |G7 |  |

Planning my getaway

 

 |C             |  |

Detroit, Detroit

 

     |         |F          |  |

Got a hell of a hockey team

 

     |     Em  Dm|C

Got a left-handed way

 

  |E/B     |Am |Am/G           |

Of making a man sign up on that

 

D/F#      |         |G    |   |G7  |  |

Automotive dream, oh yeah,  oh yeah

 

C7  C#  |D     |G

Oh, Papa Papa Hobo

 

         |         |F    |  |Bb A Ab|

Could you slip me a ride?

 

G          |          |D/F#

 Well, it’s just after breakfast

 

          |G7  F

I’m in the road

 

G7     |C7        |F    |

And the weatherman lied,

 

Dm/A |Bb  |Am |Bb  |Am Gm|F |

Oo——-, Ah—–, Oo——-

 

 

 

 

PARANOIA BLUES

 

                    |E      |

I got some so-called friends

 

                          |E7  |

 They’ll smile right to my face

 

                    |A     |

 Oh, when my back is turned

 

               |E          

 They’d like to stick it to me

 

        |

Yes they would

 

     |   |      |  |

Oh no no,  oh no no

 

        |A               |E       C#m

 There’s only one thing I need to know

 

     |F#7  B7     |E  |

Whose side are you on?

 

 

              |E |

I fly into J.F.K.

 

                        |E7  |

 My heart goes boom boom boom

 

                    |A  |

 I know that customs man

 

              |E          

 He’s going to take me

 

              |

To that little room

 

     |   |       |  |

Oh no no.  Oh no, no

 

        |A               |E       C#m

 There’s only one thing I need to know

 

     |F#7                    B7          |E 

Whose side are you on, whose side are you on?

 

 

         |A

I got the paranoia blues

 

    |                           |E   |

Fnom knockin’ around in New York City

 

          |A            

Where they roll you for a nickel

 

        |                       |A   |  |

And they stick you for the extra dime

 

 

A

Anyway you choose

 

      |                         |E

You’re bound to lose in New York City

 

   |A          B7                |E

Oh, I just got out in the nick of time

 

     |A          B7                |E   |

Well, I just got out in the nick of time

 

 

                       |E   |

Once I was down in Chinatown

 

                             |E7 |

 I was eating some Lin’s Chow Fon

 

                    |A    |

 I happened to turn around

 

           |E      

 And when I looked I see

 

             |

My Chow Fon’s gone

 

      |   |       |  |

Oh no, no,  Oh no, no

 

       |A               |E       C#m

There’s only one thing I need to know

 

     |F#                     B7          |E  |

Whose side are you on, whose side are you on?

 

              |         B7     |E       A

 Well, there’s only one thing I need to know

 

     |F#          B7         |E   |  |

Whose side, whose side, whose side?

 

 

 

 

PEACE LIKE A RIVER

 

Dm |  |                  |Gm                  |F Bb F| Bb F|

Ah,    Peace like a river ran through the city

 

Bb                    |F

Long past the midnight curfew

 

      |Bb         |

We sat starry-eyed

 

Gm |             |Dm       |  |  |  |

  Ooh, oh,we were satisfied

 

Dm |                   |

O-o-oh, when I remember

 

              |Gm                |F     Bb F| Bb F|

Misinformation followed us like a plague

 

Bb              |F

Nobody knew from time to time

 

      |Bb                |

If the plans were changed

 

Gm   |  Gm/F C/E C      |F                  | Gm F|

  Oh,  oh,   oh,  if the plans were changed.

 

 

Gm                    |     F Gm|

  You can beat us with wires

 

F                    |      Gm F|

 You can beat us with chains

 

C                    |

 You can run out your rules

 

                      |Dm                |     Em Dm|

But you know you can’t outrun the history train

 

Gm                 |       F Gm|F |  |C |  |Dm |  |  |  |

  I seen a glorious day, aiee——

 

 

Dm |  |                    

Ah,    four in the morning

 

 |Gm                    |F     Bb F| Bb F|

I woke up from out of my dreams

 

Bb               |F

Nowhere to go but back to sleep

 

       |Bb        |

But I’m reconciled

 

Gm   |Gm/F C/E|                |Dm            | 

  Oh, oh,  oh,  I’m going to be up for a while

 

Gm   |Gm/F C/E|                |Dm            | 

  Oh, oh,  oh,  I’m going to be up for a while

 

 

Gm   |Gm/F C/E|                |Dm            |   |   |   | 

  Oh, oh,  oh,  I’m going to be up for a while

 

 

 

 

RUN THAT BODY DOWN

 

Am           Dm    |G     C  |G |C7 |

  Went to my doctor yesterday

 

Am |E+ |F |Am |

  A-a-a-a-ah,

 

            Dm     |G    C |G |C7

 she said I seem to be O.K.

 

Am |E+ |F |

  A-a-a-a-ah,

G G7      |

    She said

 

C                            |  |

“Paul, you better look around

 

F            |G7                |

 How long you think that you can

 

C             C7   |

Run that body down?

 

F         G7                   |C

 How many nights you think that you can

 

            C7  |F E+|Am |

Do what you been do-o-in’

 

Dm7 G7           |C       Am|Dm E+ E|

Who,  now who you foolin?”

 

 

Am           Dm    |G     C  |G |C7 |

I came back home and I went to bed

 

 

Am   |E+              |F   |Am |

  Ah, I was resting my head

 

              Dm        |G 

 My wife came in and she said

 

        C           |G          |C7     |

“What’s wrong, sweet boy, what’s wrong?”

 

Am   |E+               |F    |

  Ah, I told her what’s wrong

 

G G7      |C                           |  |

    I said “Peg, you better look around

 

F             G7                |

 How long you think that you can

 

C             C7   |

Run that body down?

 

F         G7                   |C

 How many nights you think that you can

 

            C7   F E+|Am |

Do what you been do-o-in’

 

Dm G7              |C       Am|Dm E+ E|

Who-o, now, who you foolin?”

 

 

Am Dm|G C|G |C7 |Am |E+ |F |Am | Dm|G C|G |C7 |Am |E+ |F   

 

 

|G G7|C                           |  |

      Kid, you better look around

 

 

F             G7                |

 How long you think that you can

 

C             C7   |

Run that body down?

 

F         G7                   |C

 How many nights you think that you can

 

            C7   F E+|Am |

Do what you been do-o-in’

 

Dm G7              |C       Am|

Who-o, now, who you foolin?”

 

Dm G7              |C       Am|

Who-o, now, who you foolin?”

 

 

SCARBOROUGH FAIR/CANTICLE

 

Em     |        |D          |Em   |

Are you going to Scarborough Fair:

 

G        |Em       |G A     |Em    |  |  |

 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

 

 |      |G    |    F#m Em   |D     |  |

Remember me to one who lives there.

 

Em      |D   Em |D    Em   D |Em   |  |

She once was a   true love of mine.

 

 

           |           |D    Em  D |Em

Tell her to make me a   cam –  bric shirt:

– – – – – – – – -On the side of  a  hill

 

      |           |G

in the deep forest green.

– – – – – – – – – – – – –

 

        |Em       |G A     |Em                           

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – Tracing

 

  |          |            |

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

of sparrow on snow-crested brown.

 

   |      |G        |   F#m   Em |D

Without no seams nor ne-edle      work,

– – – – – – – – – – -Blankets and bedclothes

 

   |            |

– – – – – – – –

the child of the

 

Em         |D  Em|D    Em   D |

Then she’ll be a  true love of

mountain – – – – – – – – – – –

 

Em       |           |       |     |

mine.- – – – – – – – – – – – – – –     

Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

 

 

           |           |D    Em D |Em

Tell her to find me an  ac – re of land:

– – – – – – – – -On the side of a  hill

 

 |             |G  

– – – – – – – – – – –

a sprinkling of leaves.

 

        |Em       |G A     |Em    

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – Washes

 

   |          |       |

– – – – – – – – – – – – – –

the grave with silvery tears.

 

 |              |G    |    F#m Em  |D

Between the salt water and the sea  strand,

– – – – – – – – – – – -A   sol-dier cleans

 

   |          |Em         |D  Em|D    Em   D |

and polishes a gun. – – – – – – – – – – – –             

– – – – – – – -Then she’ll be a  true love of

 

Em       |           |       |     |

mine. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

 

 

           |              |D    Em D  |Em

Tell her to reap it with a sic-kle of  leather:

– – – – – – – – – – – – – -War bellows blazing

 

  |          |G 

– – – – – – – – – – –

in scarlet battalions.

 

        |Em       |G A     |Em      |

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – Generals

 

           |           |    

– – – – – – – – – – – – – –

order their soldiers to kill.

 

   |         |G       |      F#m   Em|D

And gather it all   in a     bunch of heather,

– – – – – – – – And to fight for   a  cause

 

       |           |Em     

– – – – – – – – – – Then

they’ve long ago forgotten.

 

      |D  Em|D    Em   D |Em

she’ll be a  true love of mine.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

 

 

 

SONG FOR THE ASKING

 

Bb          |     Eb     |Gm    |

  Here is my song for the asking

 

Cm7              |D

Ask me and I will play

 

D7|Eb           |Bb            | F|

So sweetly, I’ll make you smile

 

 

Bb          |Bb   Eb     |Gm    |

  This is my tune for the taking

 

Cm                  |D

Take it, don’t turn away

 

D7       |Eb     |Bb     Eb  | F|Bb |

I’ve been waiting all my life

 

 

Gm                           |Dm D|

  Thinking it over, I’ve been sad

 

Bdim                        |Cm        F7

    Thinking it over, I’d be more than glad

 

  |Bb        Bb7|G Eb     |Gm    |

To change my ways  for the asking

 

 

Cm7              |D

Ask me and I will play

 

D7     |Eb         |Bb     Eb  |Bb F|Bb |

All the love that I hold inside

 

THE SOUND OF SILENCE

 

Dm7                      |C      |

   Hello darkness, my old friend,

 

 

                            |Dm   |

 I’ve come to talk with you again,

 

F6                       |Bb  F    |

  Because a vision softly creeping,

 

                           |Bb  F    |

 Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

 

        |Bb             |             |F

 And the vision that was planted in my brain

 

       |     |

Still remains

 

Dm F           |C       |Dm     |

     Within the sound of silence

 

 

Dm7                            |C   |

   In restless dreams I walked alone

 

                        |Dm    |

 Narrow streets of cobblestone,

 

           F6       |Bb     F    |

‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,

 

                         |Bb       F   |

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

 

       |Bb                      |               |F

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

 

              |     |

That split the night

 

Dm F               |C       |Dm      |

    And touched the sound of silence.

 

 

Dm7                        |C  |

   And in the naked light I saw

 

                          |Dm  |

Ten thousand people, maybe more

 

F6                      |Bb  F    |

  People talking without speaking,

 

                      |Bb   F    |

People hearing without listening,

 

              |Bb        |            |F

People writing songs that voices never share

 

          |     |

And no one dared

 

Dm F           |C       |Dm     |

    Disturb the sound of silence

 

 

Dm7                           |C   |

   “Fools” said I, “You do not know

 

                     |Dm   |

Silence like a cancer grows

 

F6                          |Bb    F   |

  Hear my words that I might teach you,

 

                         |Bb    F    |

Take my arms that I might reach you”

 

      |Bb        |                |F    |  |

But my words like silent raindrops fell,

 

Dm    |F     |

   And echoed

 

Dm F      |C       |Dm     |

    In the wells of silence

 

 

Dm7                        |C     |

   And the people bowed and prayed

 

                    |Dm   |

To the neon god they made.

 

        F6                  |Bb F    |

And the sign flashed out its warning,

 

                        |Bb F    |

In the words that it was forming.

 

                       |Bb                       |

And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are

 

                     |F

written on the subway walls

 

            |       |

And tenement halls.”

 

Dm F                    |C       |Dm      |

    And whisper’d in the Sound of Silence.

 

 

 

WAS A SUNNY DAY

C |  |G |  |D7 |  |G  |            |C  |

                        Was a sunny day

 

                |G         |

 Not a cloud was in the sky

 

               |D7            |

 Not a negative word was heard

 

                |Em        |

 From the people passing by

 

 G            |C  |

 ‘Twas a sunny day

 

                |G           |

 All the birdies in the trees

 

                |D7          |

 And the radio’s singing song

 

                |G       |

All the favorite melodies

 

 

        |Am      |

He was a navy man

 

D             |G       E   |

  stationed in Newport News

 

          |Am                   

 She was a highschool queen

 

    |D      |C           |G

with nothing left to lose

 

E7        |Am                   

 She was a highschool queen

 

    |D      |C           |

with nothing left to lose

 

 

G            |C  |

  Was a sunny day

 

                |G         |

 Not a cloud was in the sky

 

               |D7            |

 Not a negative word was heard

 

                |Em        |

 From the people passing by

 

 G            |C  |

 ‘Twas a sunny day

 

                |G           |

 All the birdies in the trees

 

                |D7          |

 And the radio’s singing song

 

                |G       |

All the favorite melodies

 

 

            |Am     |

Her name was Lorelei

 

D            |G        E|

  She was his only girl

 

              |Am                   

She called him “Speedoo”

 

       |D                |C          |G

But his Chistian name was Mister Earl

 

E               |Am                   

  She called him “Speedoo”

 

       |D                |C          |

But his Chistian name was Mister Earl

 

 

G            |C  |

  Was a sunny day

 

                |G         |

 Not a cloud was in the sky

 

               |D7            |

 Not a negative word was heard

 

                |Em        |

 From the people passing by

 

 G            |C  |

 ‘Twas a sunny day

 

                |G           |

 All the birdies in the trees

 

                |D7          |

 And the radio’s singing song

 

                |G       |

All the favorite melodies

 

 

 

 

 

 

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