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KNIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN

    



                                                    
Knights in white satin, never reaching the end

                                            Letters I've written, never meaning to send.

Beauty I'd always missed, with these eyes before,

Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.

 

'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.

 

Gazing at people, some hand in hand,

Just what I'm going through, they can't understand.

Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,

Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.

 

And I love you, yes I love you,

Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

 

Knights in white satin, never reaching the end,

Letters I've written, never meaning to send.

Beauty I'd always missed, with these eyes before,

Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.

 

'Cos I love you, yes I love you,

Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

'Cos I love you, yes I love you,

Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

 

 

                                                             EM D EM D C G D EM  EM  D EM D C G D EM  EM D C EM D EM D EM

 

 

 

 

NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN
 

 Am              G      Am                 G
 Nights in white satin, never reaching the end.
 F            C        Bb               Am
Letters I’ve written, never meaning to send.
 Am         G             Am                G
Beauty I’d always missed with these eyes before,
 F             C         Bb             Am
Just what the truth is, I can’t say anymore.

(chorus)
       D
And I love you,
        F
Yes, I love you,
          Am     -G Am            G - Em
Oh, how I love you, oh how I love you.
 

 Am        G       Am           G
 Gazing at people, some hand in hand.
 F             C              Bb              Am
Just what I’m going through, they can’t understand.
 Am          G       Am                     G
Some try to tell me thoughts they cannot defend.
 F             C           Bb               Am
Just what you want to be, you’ll be in the end.

(chorus)

Repeat 1

(chorus)


 

 

 

                            Sixty Years On


Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Elton John
 

 


Who'll walk me down to church when I'm sixty years of age
When the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the grave
And señorita play guitar, play it just for you
My rosary has broken and my beads have all slipped through

You've hung up your great coat and you've laid down your gun
You know the war you fought in wasn't too much fun
And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun
I've no wish to be living sixty years on

Yes I'll sit with you and talk let your eyes relive again
I know my vintage prayers would be very much the same
And Magdelena plays the organ, plays it just for you
Your choral lamp that burns so low when you are passing through

And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun
I've no wish to be living sixty years on

 

 

 

EM D C EM  EM C D EM D C EM EM C D EM

 

 

 

 

YOUR SONG 


It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
 

 

 

C  F(OPEN HIGH E) G EM AM AM  F  C G E AM C F G    AM F AM F  AM OPEN AM F C F G

 

 

CANDLE IN THE WIND

Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Hollywood created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
Oh the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude

Goodbye Norma Jean
From the young man in the 22nd row
Who sees you as something as more than sexual
More than just our Marilyn Monroe
 

 

 

DANIEL

 

Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes

They say Spain is pretty though I've never been
Well Daniel says it's the best place that he's ever seen
Oh and he should know, he's been there enough
Lord I miss Daniel, oh I miss him so much

Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky

Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
 
 

 

FRIENDS

 

I hope the day will be a lighter highway
For friends are found on every road
Can you ever think of any better way
For the lost and weary travellers to go

Making friends for the world to see
Let the people know you got what you need
With a friend at hand you will see the light
If your friends are there then everything's all right

It seems to me a crime that we should age
These fragile times should never slip us by
A time you never can or shall erase
As friends together watch their childhood fly
 


 

 

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road


 

When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
 

 

 

I Guess That's Why They Call It The

 Blues

 

 


 

Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better

And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won't be long before you and me run
To the place in our hearts where we hide

And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man

Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself
 

 

 

 

Johnny B. Goode


Written by Chuck Berry
Available on the album Victim Of Love
 

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go go Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sat beneath the tree by the railroad track
An engineer could see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The People passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my, how that little country boy could play

His mother told him, someday you will be a man
You will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
And maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight
 

 
 

Pinball Wizard


Written by Pete Townshend
Released as a UK single in 1976
Available on the soundtrack Tommy
 

Ever since I was a young boy I played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all
But I ain't seen nothing like him in any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball

He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine
Feeling all the bumpers, always playing clean
Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball

He's a pinball wizard, there has to be a twist
A pinball wizard's got such a supple wrist
How do you think he does it I don't know
What makes him so good

Ain't got no distractions, can't hear no buzzes or bells
Don't see lights a-flashing, plays by sense of smell
Always gets a replay, never seen him fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball

I thought I was the Bally table king
But I just handed my pinball crown to him

Even on my favourite table, he can beat my best
His disciples lean him in and he just does the rest
He's got crazy flipper fingers, never seen him fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball
 

 

Sixty Years On


 

Who'll walk me down to church when I'm sixty years of age
When the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the grave
And señorita play guitar, play it just for you
My rosary has broken and my beads have all slipped through

You've hung up your great coat and you've laid down your gun
You know the war you fought in wasn't too much fun
And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun
I've no wish to be living sixty years on

Yes I'll sit with you and talk let your eyes relive again
I know my vintage prayers would be very much the same
And Magdelena plays the organ, plays it just for you
Your choral lamp that burns so low when you are passing through

And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun
I've no wish to be living sixty years on
 

Tiny Dancer


 

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can't hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
 

 

 

 

Your Song


 

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
 

 

 

 

DANNY'S SONG

People smile and tell me i'm the lucky one.
And you've just begun, think i'm gonna have a son.
He will be like she and me free as a dove,
conceived in love. The sun is gonna shine above.

And even though we aint got money,
I'm so inlove with you honey.
Everything will bring a change in love.
And in the mornin' when I rise,
bring a tear of joy to my eyes
and tell me, everything, is gonna be alright.

Seems as though a month ago I was Beta Chi.
Never got high. Oh I was a sorry guy.
But now a smile a face a girl who shares my name.
Now i'm through with the game.
This boyy will never be the same.

They say Virgo risein' is a very good sign.
Strong and kind. And the litte boy is mine.
Now I see a family where there once was none.
Now it's just begun. Yeah were gonna fly to the sun.

Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup.
Drink it up. Love her and she'll bring you luck.
And if you find she helps your mind buddy take her home.
Don't you live alone. Try to earn what lovers own
.

 

C G AM F G   C G AM F G    F G C AM  F G C AM   F G C AM F F G G C F C G

 

 

 

 

 

All I Have To Do Is Dream - Everly Brothers
1.    
2.             F       Dm  Gm        C7 
3.        When I want you     in my arms
4.             F       Dm  Gm           C7
5.        When I want you and all your charms
6.             F      Dm       Bb           C7
7.        Whenever I want you all I have to do is
8.          F  Dm   Bb          C7
9.        Dream   Dream Dream Dream
10.   
11.       F        Dm  Gm      C7
12.  When I feel Blue in the night
13.      F       Dm  Gm         C7
14.  and I need you to hold me tight
15.       F      Dm       Bb            C7    F    Bb   F   F7
16.  Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream
17.   
18.    Bb                   Am        
19.  I can make you mine  taste your lips of wine
20.    Gm       C7      F     F7
21.  any time night or day
22.  Bb                    Am
23.  Only trouble is  Gosh Gee Whiz
24.        G7              C7
25.  I'm dreamin' my life away
26.   
27.      F       Dm  Gm          C7
28.  I need you so that I could die
29.      F      Dm               C&
30.  I love you so  and that is why     
31.       Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream
C F G C F G C F G C F C   F C F C F G F F F G 
 
Let It Be Me - Everly Brothers           
1.           I bless the day I found you
2.           Em         Bm
3.           I want to  stay around you
4.           C        G
5.           And so I beg you
6.           C         G
7.           Let it be me
8.            
9.           G                D
10.       Don't take this heaven from one
11.       Em          Bm
12.       If you must cling to someone
13.       C       G
14.       Now and forever
15.       C         G
16.       Let it be me
17.        
18.       C            Bm
19.       Each time we meet love
20.       C      G
21.       I find complete love
22.       Am           Bm
23.       Without your sweet love
24.       C                 B  D
25.       What would life be
26.        
27.       G        D
28.       So never leave me lonely
29.       Em          Bm
30.       Tell me you love me only
31.       C                G
32.       And that you'll allways
33.       C         G
34.       Let it be me
35.        
36.       C            Bm
37.       Each time we meet love
38.       C      G
39.       I find complete love
40.       Am           Bm
41.       Without your sweet love
42.       C                 B  D
43.       What would life be
44.        
45.       G        D
46.       So never leave me lonely
47.       Em          Bm
48.       Tell me you love me only
49.       C                G
50.       And that you'll always
51.       C         G
52.       Let it be me
53.  Let it be me    C G AM F F C F C   F C F C AM F G 
 
Bye Bye Love - Everly Brothers
 
1.         D              A7                D
2.         there goes my baby with someone new.
3.                         A7                D
4.         she sure looks happy I sure am blue.
5.                     G                    A7
6.         she was my baby till he stepped in.
7.                    A7                       D
8.         goodbye to romance that might have been.
9.          
10.    G        D    G        D           G      D
11.    bye bye love. Bye bye happiness.  Hello loneliness.
12.                  A7    D
13.    I think I'm a gonna cry.
14.    G        D    G        D            G      D
15.    bye bye love. Bye bye sweet caress. Hello emptiness.
16.                A7       D               A7     D  A D
17.    I feel like I could die. Bye bye my love bye bye.
18.     
19.                     A7                          D
20.    I'm through with romance.  I'm through with love.
21.                      A7                   D
22.    I'm through with counting the stars above.
23.                     G                 A7
24.    and here's the reason that I'm so free.
25.              A7                   D
26.    my lovin' baby is through with me.
27.     
28.    G        D    G        D           G      D
29.    bye bye love. Bye bye happiness.  Hello loneliness.
30.                  A7    D
31.    I think I'm a gonna cry.
32.    G        D    G        D            G      D
33.    bye bye love. Bye bye sweet caress. Hello emptiness.
34.                A7       D               A7     D  A D
35.    bye.I feel like I could die. Bye bye my love bye 
36.   
C G C C G C   C F G F G C    F C F C F C C G C
 
 
 

DOCK OF THE BAY

 
 
Sitting in the morning sun
I'll sitting till the evening comes
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch them roll away again, yeah
 
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Watching the time roll away
Oh, sitting on the dock of the bay
Wasting time, ah ha ha
 
I left my home in Georgia
And headed for Frisco Bay
'Cause I have nothing to live for
And look's like nothing will come my way
 
So, I'm sitting on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide go away
I'm sitting on the dock of the bay
Wasting time
 
Look's like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can do what people tell me to do
So, I guess I'll remains the same
 
Sittin' hear resting my bones,
And this lonliness won't leave me alone,
Two thousand miles I roam,
Just to make this dock my home.
 
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Watch the tide go away, ooohh ooohh
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Wasting time
 
D D/F G/F E   D D/F G/F E D D/F D E

 

Wind Up
 
 
When I was young and they packed me off to school
and taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked underneath my arm --
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So I asked this God a question
and by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines --
how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song
`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
 
G C G EM C G D   D C D G EM C D EM 
EM OPEN EM AM OPEN EM OPEN   EM EM C G D  
D C D G EM C D EM   G C G EM C G D  G
 
 

 

Aqualung

Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
 
Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
 
Feeling alone --
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

EM D EM C EM D EM D EM C EM D //EM D EM EM D EM EM D EM C EM D

 

Wond'ring Aloud

 
 
Wond'ring aloud --
how we feel today.
Last night sipped the sunset --
my hands in her hair.
We are our own saviours
as we start both our hearts beating life
into each other.
 
Wond'ring aloud --
will the years treat us well.
As she floats in the kitchen,
I'm tasting the smell
of toast as the butter runs.
Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head.
And it's only the giving
that makes you what you are.
 
G A D A G A D A G A D A D A C G D A 
 

 

Locomotive Breath

 
 
In the shuffling madess
of the locomotive breath,
runs the all-time loser,
headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping --
steam breaking on his brow --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
at the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
in bed and having fun.
He's crawling down the corridor
on his hands and knees --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
He hears the silence howling --
catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
has got him by the balls.
He picks up Gideons Bible --
open at page one --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
 
EM G D EM….  EM G D B   EM EM G D EM..EM G A B
 
 
 
I

Sossity: You're A Woman

Hello you straight-laced lady,
dressed in white but your shoes aren't clean.
Painted them up with polish
in the hope we can't see where you've been.
The smiling face that you've worn
to greet me rising at morning 
sent me out to work for my score.
Please me and say what it's for.

Give me the straight-laced promise
and not the pathetic lie.
Tie me down with your ribbons
and sulk when I ask you why.
Your Sunday paper voice cries
demanding truths I deny.
The bitter-sweet kiss you pretended
is offered, our affair mended.
Sossity: You're a woman.
Society: You're a woman.

All of the tears you're wasting
are for yourself and not for me.
It's sad to know you're aging
Sadder still to admit I'm free.
Your immature physical toy has grown,
too young to enjoy at last your straight-laced agreement:
woman, you were too old for me.

Sossity: You're a woman.
Society: You're a woman.

 

Cheap Day Return

 
 
On Preston platform
do your soft shoe shuffle dance.
Brush away the cigarette ash that's
falling down your pants.
And you sadly wonder
does the nurse treat your old man
the way she should.
She made you tea,
asked for your autograph --
what a laugh.
 
G A D DAUG G A D DAUG G A D DAUG A A G D A D

 

 

 

 

Thick As A Brick

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper  your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter  your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away 
in the tidal destruction the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play 
as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels 
and your suntan does rapidly peel 
and your wise men don't know how it feels 
to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today
and you shake your head and say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! A son is born  and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll make a man of him, put him to trade
teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water 
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other 
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling 
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have all gone into service 
and are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster -
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
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LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight 
just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone, 
you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers 
and your downy little sidies 
and your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, 
you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. 
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

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LATER.
See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

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LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder, 
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured 
(in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying: "How's your granny?" and good old Ernie: 
he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in 
the ancient tribal hymn) 
lie cradled in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun. Light the sun.
Do you believe in the day? 
Do you? Believe in the day! 
The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night
and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day?
Do you? Believe in the day!
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Let me tell you the tales of your life
of your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie 
in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red 
while the fool toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year 
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead 
as the sins of the father are fed
with the blood of the fools 
and the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song 
as the wise man breaks wind and is gone
while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose
and the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year 
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour
or the wiser man who rushes clear.

So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks 
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall  writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.
OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields
and you make all your animal deals
and your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.
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THICK AS A BRICK

 

Thick As A Brick

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
 
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
 
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.
 
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
 
See there!  A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.
 
The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
 
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
 
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
 
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
 
What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him?  And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
 
LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
 
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.
 
So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well!  Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
 
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.
 
So!  Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.
 
LATER.
See there!  A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.
 
QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade?  Hipgrave.  Oh, Mac.
 
LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.
 
Do you believe in the day?  Do you?
Believe in the day!  The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day?  Do you?  Believe in the day!
 
Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So!  Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See!  The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So!  Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well!  Make your will and testament.
Won't you?  Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So!  Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.
 
OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
 


 

 

SAD SONG

 

Took a sad song of one sweet evening
I smiled and quickly turned away.
It's not easy singing sad songs
but still the easiest way I have to say.
So when you look into the sun
and see the things we haven't done 
oh was it better then to run
than to spend the summer crying.
Now summer cannot come anyway.

I had waited for time to change her.
The only change that came was over me.
She pretended not to want love 
I hope she was only fooling me.
So when you look into the sun
look for the pleasures nearly won.
Or was it better then to run
than to spend the summer singing.
And summer could have come in a day.

So if you hear my sad song singing
remember who and what you nearly had.
It's not easy singing sad songs
when you can sing the song to make me glad.
So when you look into the sun
and see the words you could have sung:
It's not too late, only begun,
we can still make summer.
Yes, summer always comes anyway.

So when you look into the sun
and see the words you could have sung:
It's not too late, only begun.
Look into the sun.
 
 
WE USED TO KNOW
 
Whenever I get to feel this way,
try to find new words to say,
I think about the bad old days
we used to know.

Nights of winter turn me cold 
fears of dying, getting old.
We ran the race and the race was won
by running slowly.

Could be soon we'll cease to sound,
slowly upstairs, faster down.
Then to revisit stony grounds,
we used to know.

Remembering mornings, shillings spent,
made no sense to leave the bed.
The bad old days they came and went
giving way to fruitful years.

Saving up the birds in hand
while in the bush the others land.
Take what we can before the man
says it's time to go.

Each to his own way I'll go mine.
Best of luck in what you find.
But for your own sake remember times
we used to know.
 
 
TWO FINGERS
 
I'll see you at the Weighing-In,
when your life's sum-total's made.
And you set your wealth in Godly deeds
against the sins you've laid.
And you place your final burden
on your hard-pressed next of kin:
Send the chamber-pot back down the line
to be filled up again.

And the hard-headed miracle worker
who bathes his hands in blood,
Will welcome you to the final "nod"
and cover you with mud.
And he'll say, "You really should make the deal,''
as he offers round the hat.
"Well, you'd better lick two fingers clean 
He'll thank you all for that.''
As you slip on the greasy platform,
and you land upon your back,
You make a wish and you wipe your nose
upon the railway track.
While the high-strung locomotive,
with furnace burning bright,
Lumbers on you wave goodbye
and the sparks fade into night.

And as you join the Good Ship Earth,
and you mingle with the dust,
you'd better leave your underpants
with someone you can trust.
And when the Old Man with the telescope
cuts the final strand
you'd better lick two fingers clean,
before you shake his hand.
 
 
 

One White Duck / 0/10 = Nothing At All

There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.
And there's a note on the telephone some roses on a tray.
And the motorway's stretching right out to us all,
as I pull on my old wings one white duck on your wall.
Isn't it just too damn real? One white duck on your wall.
One duck on your wall.
I'll catch a ride on your violin strung upon your bow.
And I'll float on your melody sing your chorus soft and low.
There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall.
Isn't it just too damn real? One white duck on your wall.
One duck on your wall. One duck on your wall.

So fly away Peter and fly away Paul
from the finger-tip ledge of contentment.
Well, the long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls.
And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all.

Something must be wrong with me and my brain
if I'm so patently unrewarding.
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way
and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all.

There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door.
I'm available for consultation,
But remember your way in is also my way out,
and love's four-letter word is no compensation.

Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates
so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion.
Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays
to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion
 
 

Aqualung

Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
 
Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
 
Feeling alone --
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

EM D EM C EM D EM D EM C EM D //EM D EM EM D EM EM D EM C EM D

 

Wond'ring Aloud

 
 
Wond'ring aloud --
how we feel today.
Last night sipped the sunset --
my hands in her hair.
We are our own saviours
as we start both our hearts beating life
into each other.
 
Wond'ring aloud --
will the years treat us well.
As she floats in the kitchen,
I'm tasting the smell
of toast as the butter runs.
Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head.
And it's only the giving
that makes you what you are.
 
G A D A G A D A G A D A D A C G D A 
 

 

Locomotive Breath

 
 
In the shuffling madess
of the locomotive breath,
runs the all-time loser,
headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping --
steam breaking on his brow --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
at the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
in bed and having fun.
He's crawling down the corridor
on his hands and knees --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
He hears the silence howling --
catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
has got him by the balls.
He picks up Gideons Bible --
open at page one --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
 
EM G D EM….  EM G D B   EM EM G D EM..EM G A B
Wind Up
 
 
When I was young and they packed me off to school
and taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked underneath my arm --
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So I asked this God a question
and by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines --
how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song
`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
 
G C G EM C G D   D C D G EM C D EM 
EM OPEN EM AM OPEN EM OPEN   EM EM C G D  
D C D G EM C D EM   G C G EM C G D  G
 
 
 

Cheap Day Return

 
 
On Preston platform
do your soft shoe shuffle dance.
Brush away the cigarette ash that's
falling down your pants.
And you sadly wonder
does the nurse treat your old man
the way she should.
She made you tea,
asked for your autograph --
what a laugh.
 
G A D DAUG G A D DAUG G A D DAUG A A G D A D

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Holiday

Ooh you're a holiday , such a holiday
Ooh you're a holiday , such a holiday

It's something I thinks worthwhile
If the puppet makes you smile
If not then you're throwing stones
Throwing stones, throwing stones

Ooh it's a funny game
Don't believe that it's all the same
Can't think what I've just said
Put the soft pillow on my head

Millions of eys can see
Yet why am I so blind
When the someone else is me
It's unkind, it's unkind

de de de de de de de de de de de de de
de de de de de de de de de de de de de

Yet millions of eyes can see
Yet why am I so blind
When the someone else is me
It's unkind, it's unkind

Ooh you're a holiday , ev'ry day , such a holiday
Now it's my turn to say , and I say you're a holiday
It's something I thinks worthwhile
If the puppet makes you smile
If now then you're throwing stones
Throwing stones , throwing stones

de de de de de de de de de de de de de de

 

EM C EM  EM C EM  G D C G C G D G   EM  C EM

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Started a Joke


I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,
but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.

I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

'Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was one

 

 

C G G C  C G F G  C    AM G F C  AM C F G

 

TO LOVE SOMEBODY

 

There's a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
I want my life to be lived with you
Lived with you
There's a way everybody say
To do each and every little thing
But what does it bring
If I ain't got you, ain't got ?
You don't know what it's like, baby
You don't know what it's like

To love somebody
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you

In my brain
I see your face again
I know my frame of mind
You ain't got to be so blind
And I'm blind, so very blind
I'm a man, can't you see
What I am
I live and breathe for you
But what good does it do
If I ain't got you, ain't got ?

C G F C F C G F    C G F C G F C G

 

 

 

THE BOXER

 

I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance,
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
All lies and jest.
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
 
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
In the company of strangers,
In the quiet of a railway station, runnin' scared.
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
Where the ragged people go.
Lookin' for the places, only they would know.
 
Lie-la-lie ...
 
Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,
I took some comfort there.
Oooh la, la, la ...
 
And the years are rollin' by me.
They are rockin' evenly.
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be.
That's not unusual.
It isn't strange, 
After changes upon changes, we are more or less the same.
After changes, we are more or less the same.
 
Lie-la-lie ...
 
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me.
Leadin' me, to goin' home.
 
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains.
 
Lie-la-lie ...
 

C AM G F C AM G F C G  F C G C   C AM G AM F G C

 

 

    The Boxer ( Simon and Garfunkle )

I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest (hmmmm....mmmm......)

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers.....
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)

Seeking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job, but I get no offers.....
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there (li la la, la, la la)

Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin' even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be, that's not unusual
No it isn't strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same.........

(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)

And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' home
Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me to go home

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes, he still remains........................

(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)
(Li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)
(Li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)

 

 
SOUNDS OF SILENCE
 
 
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains, within the sound of silence.
 
In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light,
That split the night,
And touched the sound of silence.
 
And in the naked land I saw,
Ten thousand people, maybe more,
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs, that voices never shared.
No one dared,
Disturb the sound of silence.
 
"Fools" said I, "you do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed, in the wells of silence.
 
And the people bowed and prayed,
To the neon god they'd made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls,
And tenement halls.
And whispered in the sound of silence.
 

 

AM G G AM  AM F C   C F C  C F F C   C AM G AM

 

 

 

 

 

SOUND OF SILENCE

 

Em                    D                                 Em
1 Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk to you again.
        G          C       G
For the vision softly creeping,
         G             C        G
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
        C                             G
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Em      G                 D        Em
Still remains, within the sound of silence.

Em                           D                                    Em
2 In restless dreams I walked alone through narrow streets of cobblestone.
            G       C        G
Beneath the halo of a street lamp,
            G             C        G
I turned my collar to the cold and damp.
        C                                        G
When my eyes were stabbed by a flash of the neon light,
    Em        G                      D        Em
And split the night, and touched the sound of silence.

 

 

 

Em                       D                             Em
3 And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people maybe more.
       G           C        G
People talking without speaking,
       G           C         G
People hearing without listening.
               C                       G
People writing songs that voices never shared,
Em     G                 D        Em
No one dared disturb the sound of silence.

Em                           D                           Em
4 "Fools," said I, "you do not know, silence like a cancer grows.
        G            C           G
Hear my words that I might teach you,
        G           C           G
Take my arms that I might reach you."
       C                           G - Em - G
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
              D        Em
Echoed in the wells of silence.

Em                       D                           Em
5 And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made.
        G                C       G
And the sign flashed out its warning,
       G             C       G
In the words that it was forming, and the sign said:
     C                                               G
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls,
Em       G                          D        Em
Tenement halls," and whispering the sound of silence.

 

HOMEWARD BOUND

 

Lyrics:

I'm sittin' in the railway station,
Got a ticket for my destination, mmm mmm mmm.
On a tour of one night stands,
My suitcase and guitar in hand,
And every stop is neatly planned,
For a poet and a one man band.

Homeward bound, I wish I was, homeward bound.
Home, where my thought's escaping,
Home, where my music's playing,
Home, where my love lies waiting,
Silently for me.

Every day's an endless stream,
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me,
The movies and the factories.
And every stranger's face I see,
Reminds me that I long to be,

Homeward bound, I wish I was, homeward bound.
Home, where my thought's escaping,
Home, where my music's playing,
Home, where my love lies waiting,
Silently for me.

Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me,
In shades of mediocrity.
Like emptiness in harmony,
I need someone to comfort me.

Homeward bound, I wish I was, homeward bound.
Home, where my thought's escaping,
Home, where my music's playing,
Home, where my love lies waiting,
Silently for me,
Silently for me.


 

I AM A ROCK

 

Lyrics:

A winter's day,
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below,
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock.
I am an island.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship.
Friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock.
I am an island.

Don't talk of love.
Well I've heard the word before.
It's sleeping in my memory,
And I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock.
I am an island.

I have my books,
And my poetry to protect me.
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room,
Safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock.
I am an island.

And a rock can feel no pain.
And an island never cries.


 

SOUNDS OF SILENCE

 

Lyrics:

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains, within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light,
That split the night,
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked land I saw,
Ten thousand people, maybe more,
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs, that voices never shared.
No one dared,
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "you do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed, in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed,
To the neon god they'd made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls,
And tenement halls.
And whispered in the sound of silence.


 

SLIP SLIDING AWAY

 

Lyrics:

Slip slidin' away,
Slip slidin' away,
You know the nearer your destination,
The more you're slip slidin' away.

I know a man, he came from my home town.
He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown.
He said, "Delores, I live in fear.
My love for you is so overpowering,
I'm afraid that I will disappear."

Slip slidin' away,
Slip slidin' away,
You know the nearer your destination,
The more you're slip slidin' away.

I know a woman, became a wife.
These are the very words she uses to describe her life:
She said "A good day ain't got no rain."
She said "A bad day's when I lie in bed,
And I think of things that might have been."

Slip slidin' away,
Slip slidin' away,
You know the nearer your destination,
The more you're slip slidin' away.

I know a father who had a son.
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he had done.
He came a long way just to explain.
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping,
Then he turned around and he headed home again.

Slip slidin' away,
Slip slidin' away,
You know the nearer your destination,
The more you're slip slidin' away.

God only knows.  God makes his plan.
The information's unavailable to the mortal man.
We're working our jobs, collect our pay,
Believe we're gliding down the highway,
When in fact we're slip slidin' away.

Slip slidin' away,
Slip slidin' away,
You know the nearer your destination,
The more you're slip slidin' away.

Slip slidin' away,
Slip slidin' away,
You know the nearer your destination,
The more you're slip slidin' away.


 

 

Teach Your Children

D G D A
          D                              G
          You who are on the road
                               D                            A       (add sus4th)
          Must have a code that you can live by
          And so become yourself
          Because the past is just a good-bye
 
          Teach your children well
          Their father's hell did slowly go by
          And feed them on your dreams
          The one they picks, the one you'll know by
 
                    D                                         G
                      Don't you ever ask them why
                                                                   D
                      If they told you, you would cry
                                                               Bm   G   A
                      So just look at them and sigh
               (pause)                    D              G   D   A (add sus4th)
                      And know they love you...
 
          And you of tender years
          Can't know the fears that your elders grew by
          And so please help them with your youth
          They seek the truth before they can die
 
          Teach your parents well
          Their children's hell will slowly go by
          And feed them on your dreams
          The one they picks, the one you'll know by
 
                      Don't you ever ask them why
                      If they told you, you would cry
                      So just look at them and sigh
                      And know they love you...
 
  C F C G     C F C AM F G C
 
C G F C G F    F C G F C G F 

 

 

 

Song title

Suite: Judy Blue Eyes

 

D C G D C G G7    D C G G7 D G D G D

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lyrics

It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry.
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely.
I am yours, you are mine,
You are what you are
And you make it hard--
 
Remember what we've said, and done, and felt
about each other
Oh babe, have mercy.
Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now.
I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are.
And you make it hard--
 
Tearing yourself away from me now,
You are free and I am crying.
This does not mean I don't love you,
I do, that's forever, and always.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are.
And you make it hard--
 
Something inside is telling me that
I've got your secret. Are you still listening?
 
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart.
And I love you.
 
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are.
And you make it hard,
And you make it hard--
 
Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon,
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you.
Can I tell it like it is? Help me I'm sufferin'.
Listen to me baby--Help me I'm dyin'.
It's my heart that's a-sufferin', it's a dyin'.
That's what I have to lose.
I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away,
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays?
What have you got to lose?
 
Chestnut brown canary, ruby-throated sparrow.
Sing a song, don't be long.
Thrill me to the marrow.
Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight.
Asking me, said she so free,
How can you catch the sparrow?
 
Lacy lilting lady, losing love lamenting,
Change my life, make it right.
Be my lady.
       
 
SUITE: JUDY BLUE EYES




 

It's get-ting to the point, where I'm no fun any-more
I am sor-ry.
Sometimes it hurts so bad-ly I must cry out loud,
I am lone-ly.

I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are,
You make it ha-a-a-ard.

Remember what we've said, and done, and felt about each other; Oh babe, have mercy.
Don't let the past re-mind us of what we are not now; I am not drea-ming

I am yours.....hard.

Tear-ing your-self ____ away from me now, you are free-ee
and I am cry-ing.
This does not me-ean, I don't love you; I do. That's for-ev-er;
yes, and for al-ways..

I am yours you are mine you are what you are.. you make it hard.

Some-thing in-side is telling me that I--'ve got your secret; Are you still lis-t'ning?
Fear is the lock and laugh-ter the key to your heart; and I love you -

I am yours you are mine you are what you are.. you make it hard, and you make it ha-a-rd.

D C G D  D C G G7    G7 D C G G7 D G D G D

Fri-day evening____Sun-day in the af-ter-noon;
what have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning____please, be gone, I'm tired of you...
what have you got to lose?

DDD G G7 G7 D

Can I tell it like it is?____Listen to me ba-by.
It's my hea--rt that's a-suf-f'rin'; it's a dy-in'
and that's what I__ have to lose.

D C G D

I___'ve got an an-swer; I'm going to fly a-way;
what have I got to lose?
Will you come see__ me, Thurs-days and Sat-ur-days (ays, ays), what have you got to lose?

 

Chestnut-brown ca-na-ry,___ru-by throa-ted spar-row,
sing a song,___ don't be long,__thrill me to the mar-row.

C G G D C G C G C G D

Voi-ces of the an-gels,___ ring a-round the moon-light; Ask-ng me, said she's so free, how can you catch the spar-row.

 

La-cy lil-ting ly-ric,___los-ing love la-ment-ing; Change my life,___make it right,____be my la-dy.

 

Du du du du du, du du du du du du,
Du du du du du, du du___ du du;

 

Artist/Band

Crosby Stills Nash Young

Song title

4+20

Album

Deja Vu

 

 

 

Lyrics

4+20 years ago
I come into this life
The song of a woman
And a man who lived in strife
He was tired of being poor
And he wasn't into selling door to door
And he worked like the devil to be more
 
A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul
Night after sleepless night
I walk the floor and I want to know
Why am I so alone?
Where is my woman can I bring her home?
Have I driven her away?
Is she gone?
 
Morning comes to sunrise
And I'm driven to my bed
I see that it is empty
And there's devils in my head
I embrace the many colored beast
I grow weary of the torment
Can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease
 

 

D VARIATIONS    D F G D D D F G D F G D

 

 

 

 

 
 

HELPLESSLY HOPING
(Stills)

Helplessly hoping
Her harlequin hovers nearby
Awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses
Of gentle true spirit
He runs, wishing he could fly
Only to trip at the sound of good-bye

Wordlessly watching
He waits by the window
And wonders
At the empty place inside
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams
He worries
Did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?

They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other

Stand by the stairway
You'll see something
Certain to tell you confusion has its cost
Love isn't lying
It's loose in a lady who lingers
Saying she is lost
And choking on hello

They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other

 

SUITE: JUDY BLUE EYES
(Stills)

 

It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard

Remember what we've said and done and felt
about each other
Oh babe, have mercy
Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard

Tearing yourself away from me now
You are free and I am crying
This does not mean I don't love you
I do, that's forever, yes and for always
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard

Something inside is telling me that
I've got your secret. Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart
And I love you.

I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
And you make it hard
And you make it hard

Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you.
What have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is? Help me I'm sufferin'
Listen to me baby-Help me I'm dyin'
It's my heart that's a sufferin', it's a dyin'
That's what I have to lose
I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays?
What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow
Voices of the angels ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy, lilting, lady, losing love, lamenting

Change my life, make it right
Be my lady.
Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo

Que linda me la traiga Cuba,
la reina de la Mar Caribe.
Cielo sol no tiene sangre ahi,
y que triste que no puedo vaya,
Oh va, oh va, va.

WOODEN SHIPS

Stills: If you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
in the same language.

Crosby: I can see by your coat, my friend,
you're from the other side,
There's just one thing I got to know,
Can you tell me please, who won?

Stills: Say, can I have some of your purple berries?

Crosby: Yes, I've been eating them for six or seven weeks now, haven't got sick once.

Stills: Probably keep us both alive.

Wooden ships on the water, very free and easy,
Easy, you know the way it's supposed to be,
Silver people on the shoreline, let us be,
Talkin' 'bout very free and easy...
Horror grips us as we watch you die,
All we can do is echo your anguished cries,
Stare as all human feelings die,
We are leaving - you don't need us.

Go, take your sister then, by the hand,
lead her away from this foreign land,
Far away, where we might laugh again,
We are leaving - you don't need us.

And it's a fair wind, blowin' warm,
Out of the south over my shoulder,
Guess I'll set a course and go...

 
 
 
 
 

"Woodstock"

 

Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, tell me, where are you going
This he told me:
Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm
Gonna join in a rock and roll band
Got to get back to the land
And set my soul free
(Refrain)
We are stardust
We are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Well then, can I walk beside you?
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel myself a cog
In something turning
And maybe it's the time of year
Yes, and maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know who I am
But life is for learning
(Refrain twice)
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song
And a celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust
We are golden
We are caught in the devil's bargain
And we got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
* Tune the low "E" (or 6th string) down to a "D" so that the 2nd fret on
this string is an "E" 
* Chord diagrams below show strings from left to right starting with the
low E string. 
 
x = do not play 0 = play string "open" a number = the fret where you put
your finger. 
EXAMPLE: xx0232 is a "D" and x02220 is an "A" chord. 
 
This is pretty much JT's version verbatim. You will need to figure out how
to pick it. 
This is for finger-style playing. This would be very difficult to play
correctly using a pick.
 
(1) 0xx010 (2) 0x023x (3) 5xx03x (4) 3x301x (5) x3x03x 
(6) x2x030 (7) x3201x (8) 0xx232 (9) 3x3x10 (10) x0x010 
 
 
INTRO: slowly pick chord (2) 0x023x, in this sequence: (Low E, 3, 2, 0) Let
the last 0 linger. 
 
VERSE 1:
Well I ca(1)me upon a ch(2)ild of God, he was walk(3)ing along the ro(4)ad
And I ask(3)ed him, "Brother where you go(4)in?" This he told m(2)e
Said "I'm go(5)ing dow(6)n to Yas(2)gur's farm, gonna jo(3)in in a rock 'n
roll ba(4)nd,
Gonna ca(3)mp out on the la(4)nd, try to set my soul fr(2)ee"
 
CHORUS 1:
We are star(3)dust, w(4)e are gold(2)en, we are bill(3)ion year old car(2)bon,
And we go(4)t to get our-selv(7)es back to the ga(3)r - ar(4)r - de(2)n… 
 
VERSE 2: (Watch out. Line 4 also has chord 10 played just as you sing "is")
Well, then ca(1)n I walk besi(2)de you, I've co(3)me to lose my sm(4)og,
Now I fe(3)el as if I'm cau(4)ght in something turn(2)ing. . .
Yes and may(1)be it's the time of ye(2)ar, and may(3)be it's the time of
ma(4)n,
Now, I do(3)n't know who I a(4)m, but life is(10) for learn(2)ing. . .
 
CHORUS 2: (Here, on line 1, play chords 5 and 6 instead of chord 3 from
Chorus 1)
We are star(3)dust, w(4)e are gold(2)en, we are bill(5)ion ye(6)ar old
car(2)bon,
And we go(4)t to get our-selv(7)es back to the ga(3)r - ar(4)r - de(2)n… (1)
 
VERSE 3: 
By the time(8) we got to Wood(1)stock, we were ha(3)lf a million strong(4),
And ev(3)erywhere was a so(4)ng and a cel(10)ebra(2)tion. . .
And I dre(1)amed I saw the bomb(2)er death-ships flying shot(3)gun in the
sk(4)y, yeah
Turning in(3)to butter(4)flies abo(10)ve our na(2)tion. . .
 
CHORUS 3:
We are star(5)dust, and w(6)e are gold(2)en, we are cau(5)ght in the
dev(6)il's bargain(2), 
And we go(4)t to get ourselves(7) back to the ga(3)r - ar(4)r - de(2)n.
'Cause we are star(9)dust and we are gold(2)en, we are bill(5)ion ye(6)ar
old car(2)bon
And we go(4)t to get ourselves(7) back to the ga(3)r - ar(4)r - de(2)n…
(1)… (see next line) 
 
(Right after playing chord (1) above, play chord (2) and pluck the low "E"
at end and let fade)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

WOODEN SHIPS

Stills: If you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
in the same language.

Crosby: I can see by your coat, my friend,
you're from the other side,
There's just one thing I got to know,
Can you tell me please, who won?

Stills: Say, can I have some of your purple berries?

Crosby: Yes, I've been eating them for six or seven weeks now, haven't got sick once.

Stills: Probably keep us both alive.

Wooden ships on the water, very free and easy,
Easy, you know the way it's supposed to be,
Silver people on the shoreline, let us be,
Talkin' 'bout very free and easy...
Horror grips us as we watch you die,
All we can do is echo your anguished cries,
Stare as all human feelings die,
We are leaving - you don't need us.

Go, take your sister then, by the hand,
lead her away from this foreign land,
Far away, where we might laugh again,
We are leaving - you don't need us.

And it's a fair wind, blowin' warm,
Out of the south over my shoulder,
Guess I'll set a course and go...

 
 
 

HELPLESSLY HOPING
(Stills)

Helplessly hoping
Her harlequin hovers nearby
Awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses
Of gentle true spirit
He runs, wishing he could fly
Only to trip at the sound of good-bye

Wordlessly watching
He waits by the window
And wonders
At the empty place inside
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams
He worries
Did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?

They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other

Stand by the stairway
You'll see something
Certain to tell you confusion has its cost
Love isn't lying
It's loose in a lady who lingers
Saying she is lost
And choking on hello

They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other

 

SUITE: JUDY BLUE EYES
(Stills)

 

It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard

Remember what we've said and done and felt
about each other
Oh babe, have mercy
Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard

Tearing yourself away from me now
You are free and I am crying
This does not mean I don't love you
I do, that's forever, yes and for always
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard

Something inside is telling me that
I've got your secret. Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart
And I love you.

I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
And you make it hard
And you make it hard

Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you.
What have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is? Help me I'm sufferin'
Listen to me baby-Help me I'm dyin'
It's my heart that's a sufferin', it's a dyin'
That's what I have to lose
I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays?
What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow
Voices of the angels ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy, lilting, lady, losing love, lamenting

Change my life, make it right
Be my lady.
Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo

Que linda me la traiga Cuba,
la reina de la Mar Caribe.
Cielo sol no tiene sangre ahi,
y que triste que no puedo vaya,

 

 
 

 
 

"Carolina In My Mind"

C F G  F G F G C  F F G C F C    C F G C F C F G   G  F G C G F G  G  C F C 

In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
 
Karin she's a silver sun
You best walk her way and watch it shinin'
Watch her watch the mornin' come
A silver tear appearing now I'm cryin'
Ain't I goin' to Carolina in my mind
 
There ain't no doubt it no ones mind
That loves the finest thing around
Whisper something soft and kind
And hey babe the sky's on fire, I'm dyin'
Ain't I goin' to Carolina in my mind
 
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
 
Dark and silent last last night
I think I might have heard the highway calling
Geese in flight and dogs that bite
Signs that might be omens say I going, going
I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
 
With a holy host of others standing 'round me
Still I'm on the dark side of the moon
And it seems like it goes on like this forever
You must forgive me
If I'm up and gone to Carolina in my mind
 
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
 
In my mind I've gone to Carolina
 
|G                   | A   | Em7                    |
 Cant you see the sunshine? Cant you just feel the 
 
| A          | D               A/C#     |  Bm     A  |
 moonshining?  Ain't it just like a friend of mine to 
 
|G      D/F#     | E7  G/A    | D      Bm7    |
 hit me from behind.   Yes I'm goin' to Caroli -  
 
 
| Em7  G/A    | D | D |
 na    in my mind.
 
 
| D               | C                 | G                   |
Karin, shes a sil- ver sun Youd best walk her way and watch 
 
  A   A#o7    | Bm        | G                    | A |
  it  shining.   Watch her watch the morning come. 
 
  A   | G                  | D/F#       | Bm7   E7 |
    A   silver tear appear - ing now, Im cry - ing 
 
A7sus4   A7   | D      Bm7    | Em7  G/A    | D | D |
aint      I? Ive gone to Carolina in my mind.
 
 
There aint no doubt in no ones mind that loves the finest thing 
around. Whisper something soft and kind. And hey babe, the sky's on 
fire, Im dying, aint I? I've gone to Carolina in my mind.
 
 
In my mind I'm goin to Carolina...
 
 
Dark and silent, late last night I think I heard the highway 
calling; geese in flight and dogs that bite.
And signs that might be omens say I'm going, I'm going, I've gone 
to Carolina in my mind.
 
 
D     |G            | A                   | Bm | Bm |
With a holy host of others standing round me. 
 
F#m7               | Em7              | G |
Still Im on the dark side of the moon.
 
 A           | C             | G                  | D |
    And it seems like it goes on like this forev - er. 
 
 D           | C      | G/B | Em7 | 
You must for - give me 
 
 G/A             | D   Bm7 | Em7 G/A    | D | D |
 if I'm up and gone to Carolina in my mind.
 
 
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina...
 
 
 

"Sweet Baby James"

James Taylor

There is a young cowboy he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Waiting for Summer, his pastures to change
 
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
 
(Chorus)
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
 
Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go
 
There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway
A song that they sing when they take to the sea
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me
 
- Chorus -
 
 
  
 
  
 
  

  

 
 
  
 
  
 
  
 
C F C F C F C F C G  G F C F C G F C F C G C F G C F C F C G F G C
 
Title:           SWEET BABY JAMES   
 
           G F# E A+ A
 
                     D             A      G            F#m
               There is a young cowboy he lives on the range.
                   Bm            G              D       F#m
                His horse and his cattle are his only companion.
                   Bm          G             D             F#m
               He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyon.
               G           D           A           Em      A
               Waiting for summer, his pastures to change.
                   G                    A           D
               And as the moon rises he sits by his fire.
           Bm             G         D          A
               Thinkin' about women and glasses of beer.
               G                       A         D
               Closing his eyes as the doggies retire
                  Bm          G             D
               He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
                  Bm       E             A
               As if maybe someone could hear.
 
                       D             G         A  D
               CHORUS: Goodnight you moonlight ladies.
                       Bm         G          D
                       Rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
                       Bm              G             D
                       Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose.
                                 Bm        E          A+     A
                       Won't you let me go down in my dreams.
                           G          A          D
                       And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
 
                       D          A          G            F#m
               Now the first of December was covered with snow.
                   Bm         G             D             F#m
               And so was the turnpike from Stockridge to Boston.
                        Bm                G             D              F#m
               Lord the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting.
                    G          D           A            Em          A
               With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.
                         G                             A           D
               There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway.
                 Bm             G              D           A
               A song that they sing when they take to the sea.
                 G                              A           D
               A song that they sing of they're home in the sky.
                     Bm        G              D
               Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep.
                   Bm            E             A+    A
               But singing works just fine for me.
                         chorus

"Sunny Skies"

James Taylor   C F  C F C F C F G

Sunny skies sleeps in the morning
He doesn't know when to rise
He closes his weary eyes upon the day
Look at him yawning
Throwing his morning hours away
He knows how to ease down slowly
Everything is fine in the end
And you will be pleased to know 
That Sunny Skies hasn't a friend
 
Sunny skies weeps in the evening
It doesn't much matter why
I guess he just has to cry from time to time
Everyone's leaving
And Sunny skies has to stay behind
 
Still he knows how to ease down slow
Everything is fine in the end
And you will be pleased to know
That Sunny Skies hasn't a friend
 
Sunny skies sleeps in the morning
He doesn't know when to rise
He closes his weary eyes upon the day
And throws it all away
 
 
 
 
 
Looking at the snow and trees that grow
Outside my window
Looking at the things that passed me by
Wondering if where I've been is worth
The things I've been through
Ending with a friend named Sunny Skies
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sunny skies sleeps in the morning. [ Cmaj7 Dm7 G11 ]
He doesn't know when to rise [ Cmaj7 Dm7 ]
He closes his weary eyes upon the day [ Cmaj7 Dm7 G7 Cmaj7 ]
Look at him yawning, [ Cmaj7 Dm7 ]
throwing his morning hours away [ Cmaj7 Dm7 Cmaj7 ]
He knows how to ease down slow(ly) [ Cmaj7 Dm7 G9 Cmaj7 ]
Every thing is fine in the end [ Dm7 C ]
And you will be pleased to know [ Dm7 G9 Cmaj7 ]
that Sunny Skies hasn't a friend. [ Dm7/G ]
 
Sunny skies weeps in the ev'nin'. [ Cmaj7 Dm7 ]
It doesn't much matter why [ Cmaj7 Dm7 ]
I guess he just has to cry from time to time [ Cmaj7 Dm7 G7 Cmaj7 ]
Everyone's leavin' [ Cmaj7 Dm7 ]
and Sunny skies has to stay behind [ Cmaj7 Dm7 Cmaj7 ]
Still he knows how to ease down slow(ly) [ Cmaj7 Dm7 G9 Cmaj7 ]
Everything is fine in the end. [ Dm7 C ]
And you will be pleased to know [ C Dm7 G9 Cmaj7 ]
that Sunny Skies hasn't a friend. [ Dm7/G ]
 
Sunny skies sleeps in the morning. [ Cmaj7 Dm7 ]
He doesn't know when to rise [ Cmaj7 Dm7 ]
He closes his weary eyes upon the day [ Cmaj7 Dm7 G7 Cmaj7 ]
 and throws it all away. [ Dm7 Cmaj7 F6 Cmaj7 ]
Looking at the snow and trees that [ F6 G9 Cmaj7 ]
grow outside my window [ F6, F6 Cmaj7 ]
Looking at the things that pass me by. [ F6 G9 Cmaj7 F6 Cmaj7 ]
Wondering if where I've been is [ F6 G9 Cmaj7 ]
worth the things I've been through [ F6 Cmaj7 F6 Cmaj7 ]
Ending with a friend named Sunny Skies. [ F6 G7 Cmaj7 ]
 

"Country Road"

 D C G G7   D C G D G D G G7  D G D G D   C G D C G D                     

Take to the highway won't you lend me your name
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same
 
Mamma don't understand it
She wants to know where I've been
I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool 
To want to pass that way again
But I could feel it 
On a country road
 
Sail on home to Jesus won't you good girls and boys
I'm all in pieces, you can have your own choice
But I can hear a heavenly band full of angels
And they're coming to set me free
I don't know nothing 'bout the why or when
But I can tell that it's bound to be
Because I could feel it, child, yeah
On a country road
 
I guess my feet know where they want me to go
Walking on a country road
 
Take to the highway won't you lend me your name
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same, child
Mamma don't understand it
She wants to know where I've been
I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool 
To want to pass that way again
But I could feel it 
On a country road
 
Walk on down, walk on down, walk on down
Walk on down, walk on down a country road
country road
Walking on a country road
 
Country Road
 
               D                             C            G
               Take to the highway won't you lend me your name
               D                              C          G
               Your way and my way seem to be one in the same
               Em7                    A
               Momma don't understand it
                   Em7                   A
               She wants to know where I been
                   Em7                     A
               I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool 
                          C(9)           G
               To want to pass that way again
                         D        C  G
               But I can feel it 
                            D     C  G  D
               On a country road
 
               D                               C              G
               Sail on home to Jesus won't you good girls and boys
               D                          C             G
               I'm all in pieces, you can have your own choice
               Em7                    A
               I have seen a heavenly band full of angels
                             Em7              A
               And they're a comin' to set me free
                 Em7                       A         
               I don't know nothin' 'bout the why or when
                         C(9)                    G
               But I can tell that it's bound to be
                          D        C  G
               Know I can feel it
                            D      C  G  D
                On a country road
 
               Dm                           G          D  C  B  A
               Geuss my feet know where the want me to go
                                         D
               Walkin' on a country road
 
 
               REPEAT 1st verse
 
               D                           C
               Walk on down, walk on down, walk on down
               G                           D
               Walk on down a country road
               C   G   D   C   G            D     C
               La la la la la la la country road
               G                      D   C  G  D
               Walkin' on a country road

 

 

 

"Fire And Rain"

James Taylor

Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone
Susanne the plans they made put an end to you
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song
I just can't remember who to send it to

I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Won't you look down upon me, Jesus
You've got to help me make a stand
You've just got to see me through another day
My body's aching and my time is at hand
And I won't make it any other way

Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun
Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around
Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground

Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you, baby, one more time again, now

Thought I'd see you one more time again
There's just a few things coming my way this time around, now
Thought I'd see you, thought I'd see you fire and rain, now

Included On:


C F C F C F C     F C C7 F G C F G C F C 
 
 
 
Fire and Rain                              
Just yesterday morning the let me know you were gone
          G                      Bb
Susanne the plans they made put an end to you
C                 Gm7           F               C
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song I just cant
  G             Bb
remember who to send it to
 
F        Dm7      G11      C           F                  Dm7  G11
Ive seen fire and I've seen rain I've seen sunny days that I thought would
      C         F                   Dm7       G11        C
never end I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But i
Bb     F(A Bass)       G7      Gm7    C7    | 1 C9    | 2&3 C7
always thought that I'd see you again
 
 
Wont you look down upon me Jesus you got to help me make a stand
You just got to seem through another day
My bodies aching and my time is at hand
An' I wont make it any other way
(chorus)
 
Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun
Lord knows when the cold wind blows itll turn your head around
Well there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things
to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground… CHORUS
 
 
 
 
You've Got A Friend 
C AM F C F C   AM F C F G    G C F C G C   F C F AM C G   C F C G C F C G C

When you're down and troubled
and you need a helping hand
and nothing, whoa nothing is going right.
Close your eyes and think of me
and soon I will be there
to brighten up even your darkest nights.

You just call out my name,
and you know whereever I am
I'll come running, oh yeah baby
to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
all you have to do is call
and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You've got a friend.

If the sky above you
should turn dark and full of clouds
and that old north wind should begin to blow
Keep your head together and call my name out loud
and soon I will be knocking upon your door.
You just call out my name and you know where ever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer or fall
all you got to do is call
and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend?
People can be so cold.
They'll hurt you and desert you.
Well they'll take your soul if you let them.
Oh yeah, but don't you let them.

You just call out my name and you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Oh babe, don't you know that,
Winter spring summer or fall,
Hey now, all you've got to do is call.
Lord, I'll be there, yes I will.
You've got a friend.
You've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.
You've got a friend.

 

 

"Hey Mister, That's Me Up On the Jukebox"

C G F    C G F F G   C AM C AM C AM

Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one that's singing this sad song
Well, I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime
And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time
 
Southern California that's as blue as the boy can be
Blue as the deep blue sea
Won't you listen to me now
I need your golden gated cities like a hole in the head
Just like a hole in the head, I'm free
 
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one that's singing this sad song
Well, I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime
And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time
 
I do believe I'm headed home
Hey mister, can't you see that I'm as dry as a bone
I think I'll spend some time alone
Yes, unless you've found a way of squeezing water from a stone
 
Let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as they can
Let the springtime begin
Let the boy become a man
I done wasted too much time just to sing you this sad song
I done been this lonesome picker a little too long
 
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one that's singing this sad song
Well, I'll cry everytime that you're up and slip in one more dime
And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time
 
Well, I've been spreading myself thin these days
Don't you know
Good-bye
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
[Capo III]
 
Hey mister, that's me upon the jukebox [D C Bm]
I'm the one that's singing this sad song [D C G]
I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime [D C Bm Esus E7]
And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time [Em7 A7 D Em7 A]
 
Southern California is as blue as the boy can be [Bm E7 Bm E7]
Blue as the deep blue sea [C G]
Won't you listen to me now [Bm E7]
I need your Golden Gated cities like a hole in the head [Bm E7 Bm E7]
Like a hole in the head, I'm free! [C G D ( C G A )]
 
I do believe I'm headed home [D F#m Bm]
Hey mister, can't you see that I'm as dry as a bone [C G A D]
I think I'll spend some time alone [Bm F#m G]
Unless you found a way of squeezing water from a stone [C G C A]
 
Let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as they can [Bm E7 Bm E7]
Let the springtime begin [C G]
Let the boy become a man [Bm E7]
I have wasted too much time just to sing you this sad song [Bm E7 Bm E7]
I've been this lonesome picker a little too long [C G D, Em7 A]
 
Hey mister, that's me upon the jukebox [D C Bm]
I'm the one that's singing this sad song [D C G]
I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime [D C Bm Esus E7]
And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time [Em7 A7 D, Em7 A]
 
[fade on Bm-E7  progression]
Well, I've been spreading myself thin these days, 
don't you know
Good-bye.
 
 
 

You Can Close Your Eyes"

 

Well the sun is surely sinking down
But the moon is slowly rising
So this old world must still be spinning 'round
And I still love you
 
(Chorus)
So close your eyes
You can close your eyes, it's all right
I don't know no love songs
And I can't sing the blues anymore
But I can sing this song
And you can sing this song
When I'm gone
 
It won't be long before another day
We gonna have a good time
And no one's gonna take that time away
You can stay as long as you like
- Chorus -
 D G A D G F# A
                A        D             G  D    A
                Well the sun is surely sinkin' down
                        Em      Bm     A  G   Em A
                And the moon is slowly risin'
                   D                   G        D        A
                So this old world must still be spinnin' round
                    Em Bm    A    G   D A D
                And I  still love you
 
                   G     F#   A
  CHORUS:       So close your eyes
      |         C                  G              Bm
      |         You can close your eyes, it's all right
      |         Em              A
      |         I don't know no love songs
      |             C                G         Bm
      |         And I can't sing the blues any more
      |             Em    F#m7      G
      |         But I can sing this song
      |             Em      F#m7      G
      |         And you can sing this song
      |         A        Bm    Em F#m7 G A
      |         When I'm gone.
 
                A  D               G     D       A
                It won't be long before another day
                Em       Bm     A    G    Em A
                We gonna have a good time
                    D              G         D     A
                And no one's gonna take that time away
                Em      Bm      A           G      D A D
                You can stay as long as you like
 
 

"Long Ago And Far Away"

 

Long ago a young man sits and plays his waiting game

But things are not the same it seems as in such tender dreams

Slowly passing sailing ships and Sunday afternoon
Like people on the moon I see are things not meant to be
 
Where do those golden rainbows end?
Why is this song so sad?
Dreaming the dreams I've dreamed my friend
Loving the love I love 
 
To love is just a word I've heard when things are being said
Stories my poor head has told me cannot stand the cold
And in between what might have been and what has come to pass
A misbegotten guess alas and bits of broken glass
 
Where do your golden rainbows end?
Why is this song I sing so sad?
Dreaming the dreams I dream my friend
Loving the love I love to love to love to love
             
 
 
              
             Dm                   G        C
             Long ago a young man sits and plays his waiting game
                  Am                 Am7              Dm             G
             But things are not the same it seems as in such tender dreams
              Dm                     G          C   Cm7    F
             Slowly passing sailing ships and Sunday afternoon
              Am                 Am7            Dm                  G7
             Like people on the moon I see are things not meant to be
 
             CHORUS:     Cm7                   G
                      Where do those golden rainbows end
                          Cm7          G
                      Why is this song so sad
                          Cm7                      G
                      Dreaming the dreams I've dreamed my friend
                          Cm7        G
                      Loving the love I love to...
 
              Dm                    G          C          Cm7   F
              Love is just a word I heard when things are being said
              Am              Am7              Dm               G
             Stories my poor head has told me cannot stand the cold
              Dm                             G        C        Cm7    F
             And in between what might have been and what has come to pass
                Am                         Dm              G7
             A misbegotten guess alas and bits of broken glass
 
             CHORUS:   Cm7                  G
                    Where do your golden rainbows end
                        Cm7                G
                        Why is this song I sing so sad
                        Cm7                   G
                    Dreaming the dreams I dream my friend
                        Cm7        G              Cm7        G
                       Loving the love I love to love... to love..
 
   
 
                              
 
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