Jürgens Lagerfeuerlieder Teil 5
Neil Young
201. From Hank to Hendrix
Neil Young / Neil Young: Harvest Moon (1992)
| G | Bm | C | Am |
| From Hank to | Hendrix, I | walked these streets with | you. |
| Em | G | C | Am |
| Here I am with this | old guitar, | doing what I | do. |
| G | Bm | C | Am |
| I always ex | pected that | you would see me | through. |
| Em | G | C | Am | G |
| I never believed in | much, but | I believed in | you. | |
| F | C | G |
| Can we get it together, can we | still stand side by | side. |
| F | C | G |
| Can we make it last, | like a musical | ride? |
| G | Bm | C | Am |
| From Marilyn to | Madonna, I | always loved your | smile, |
| Em | G | C | Am |
| Now we're headed for the | big divorce, | California | style. |
| G | Bm | C | Am |
| I found myself | singin' | like a long lost | friend |
| Em | G | C | Am | G |
| The same thing that | makes you live can | kill you in the | end. | |
| F | C | G |
| Can we get it together, can we | still stand side by | side. |
| F | C | G |
| Can we make it last, | like a musical | ride? |
| harp solo: | G | Bm | | C | | Am | | Em | | G | | C | | Am |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| G | Bm | C | Am |
| Sometimes it's dis | torted | not clear to | you. |
| Em | G | C | Am |
| Sometimes the | beauty of love just | comes ringin' | through. |
| G | Bm | C | Am |
| New glass in the | window, | new leaf on the | tree, |
| Em | G | C | Am | G |
| new distance | between us | you and | me. | |
| F | C | G |
| Can we get it together, can we | still stand side by | side. |
| F | C | G |
| Can we make it last, | like a musical | ride? |
202. Heart of Gold
Neil Young/Neil Young: Harvest (1972)
| Em | C | D | G |
| I wanna | live, | I wanna | give, |
| Em | C | D | G |
| I've been a | miner for a | heart of | gold. |
| Em | C | D | G |
| It's these ex | pressions | I never | give |
| Em | G |
| that keep me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| C | Bm | Am | G |
| And I'm gettin' old. | | | |
| Em | G |
| Keep me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| C | Bm | Am | G |
| And I'm gettin' old. | | | |
| Em | C | D | G |
| I've been to | Hollywood, | I've been to | Redwood, |
| Em | C | D | G |
| I'd cross the | ocean for a | heart of | gold, |
| Em | C | D | G |
| I've been in | my mind, | it's such a | fine line |
| Em | G |
| that keeps me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| C | Bm | Am | G |
| And I'm gettin' old, | | | |
| Em | G |
| Keeps me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| C | Bm | Am | G |
| And I'm gettin' old. | | | |
| Em | D | Em |
| Keep me searchin' for a | heart of | gold, |
| D | Em |
You keep me searchin' and I'm | growin' | old. |
| D | Em |
Keep me searchin' for a | heart of | gold, |
| G | C | Bm | Am | G |
I've been a miner for a | heart of gold | . | | | |
Pink Floyd
203. Brain Damage
Roger Waters / Pink Floyd: The Dark Side of the Moon (1973)
| D | G7 | D | G7 |
| - The lunatic is on the | grass, | - The lunatic is on the | grass, |
| D | E/D |
| - Rememb´ring games and | daisy chains and laughs, |
| A7 | D | | D2 |
| Got to keep the loonies on the path. | | | |
- The lunatic is in the hall,- The lunatics are in my hall. | |
- The paper holds their folded faces to the floor, | |
| D7 | | D9 |
And ev´ry day the paper boy brings more. | | | |
| G | A |
| And if the | dam breaks open many years too soon, |
| C | G |
| And if there is no | room upon the hill. |
| G | A7 |
| And if your head explodes with dark, fore | bodings , too, |
| C | G | Bm7 | | Em7 | | A | | A7 |
- I´ll | see you on the | dark side of the moon. | | | | | | | |
- The lunatic is in my head, "HaHaHaHa" - The lunatic is in my head. | |
- You raise the blade, - You make the change - You rearange me till I´m sane. | |
- You lock the door, -And throw away the key | |
- There´s someone in my head but it´s not me. | |
- And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear, - You shout and no one seems to hear, | |
- And if the band you´re in starts playin´diff´rent tunes, | |
-I´ll see you on the dark side of the moon. | |
| D | G7 | D | G7 | D | E/D | A7 | D | Dsus2 | D | E/D | A7 | D | Dsus2 | D |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
204. Wish You were Here
Waters, Gilmour / Pink Floyd: Wish you were Here (1975)
| G | Em | G | Em | G | Em | A7sus | Em | A7sus | G |
| | | | | | | | | | |
| C | D | Am | G |
| So, so you think you can | tell, heaven from | hell, blue skies from | pain. |
| D | C | Am |
Can you tell a green | field from a cold steel | rail, a smile from a | veil. |
| G |
Do you think you can | tell? |
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts, | |
hot ashes for trees hot air for a cool breeze. | |
Cold comfort for change. And did you exchange | |
A walk in a part of the war | |
For a lead role in a cage. | |
| G | Em | G | Em | G | Em | A7sus | Em | A7sus | G | G |
| | | | | | | | | | | |
How, how I wish you were here. | |
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year, after year. | |
Running over the same old ground, what did we found? | |
The same old fears, wish you were here. | |
| G | Em | G | Em | G | Em | A7sus | Em | A7sus | G | G |
| | | | | | | | | | | |
205. Breathe
David Gilmour, Richard Wright, Roger Waters / Pink Floyd: The Dark Side of the Moon (1973)
| Em | A | Em | A |
| Breathe, breathe in the | air - | Don't be afraid to | care |
| Em | A | Em | A |
| Leave but don't leave | me - | Look around and chose your own | ground |
| C | Bm |
For | long you live and high you fly - And | smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry |
| F | G | G7 | B |
And | all you touch and all you see - Is | all your life will | ever | be |
| Em | A | Em | A |
| Run, run, rabbit, | run - | Dig that hole, forget the | sun, |
| Em | A | Em | A |
| And when at last the work is | done - | Don't sit down it's time to start an | other one |
| C | Bm |
For | long you live and high you fly - But | only if you ride the tide |
| F | G | G7 | B |
And | balanced on the biggest wave - You | race toward an | early | grave. |
| Em | A | Em | A |
| Home, home a | gain - | I like to be there when | UI can |
| Em | A | Em | A |
| When I come in cold and | tired - | It's good to warm my bones beside | the fire |
| C | Bm |
| Far away across the field - The | tolling of the iron bell |
| F | G | G7 | B |
| Calls the faithful to their knees - To | hear the softly spoken | magic | spells. |
Frank Zappa
206. Bobby Brown
Frank Zappa / Frank Zappa: Sheik Yerbouti (1979)
| C | Am |
| Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown - They | say I'm the cutest boy in town. |
| Dm7 | G7 |
My | car is fast, my teeth is shiney - I | tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie. |
| C | Am |
| Here I am at a famous school - I'm | dressin' sharp 'n' I'm acting cool. |
| Dm7 | G7 |
I got a | cheerleader here - wants to help with my paper - | Let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her. |
| F | Em | Am |
Oh | God I am the American dream, I | do not think I'm | too extreme. |
| Dm7 | G | G7 | G |
An' I'm a | handsome sonofa | bitch - I'm | gonna get a good job'n' be real rich! ( | get a good, get a good ...) |
| C | Am |
| Women's liberation came | creepin' all across the nation; |
| Dm7 | G7 |
I | tell you people, I was not ready when I | fucked that dyke by the name of Freddie. |
| C | Am |
She | made a little speech then - aaw, she | tried to make me say when. |
| Dm7 | G7 |
She had my | balls in a vice, but she left the dick I | guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick. |
| F | Em | Am |
Oh | God I am the American dream, But | now I smell like | Vaseline. |
| Dm7 | G | G7 | G |
An' I'm a | miserable sonofa | bitch - Am I a | boy or a lady? I don't know which! ( | I wonder, wonder ...) |
| C | Am |
So I | went out'n' bought me a leisure suit I | jingle my change, but I'm still kinda' cute |
| Dm7 | G7 |
Got a | job doin' radio promo an' | none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo |
| C | Am |
E | ventually me'n' a friend sorta | drifted along into S and M |
| Dm7 | G7 |
I can | take about an hour on the tower of power | long as I get's little golden shower |
| F | Em | Am |
Oh | God I am the American dream - With a | spindle up my butt till it | makes me scream |
| Dm7 | G | G7 |
An' I'll do | anything to get a | head - I | lay awake nights sayin', "Thank you, Fred" |
| F | Em | Am |
Oh | God, Oh God, I'm so fantastic! | Thanks to Freddie, I'm a | sexual spastic |
| |: | | Dm7 | G | G | | :| |
| | And my | name is Bobby | Brown - | Watch me now; I'm goin' down | | |
207. Hungry Freaks, Daddy
Frank Zappa / Mothers of Invention
Mister America walk on by | |
Your schools that do not teach | |
Mister America walk on by | |
The minds that won't be reached | |
Mister America try to hide | |
The emptiness that's you inside | |
When once you find that the way you lied | |
And all the corny tricks you tried | |
Will not forestall the rising tide of | |
Hungry freaks, Daddy . . . | |
They won't go for no more | |
Great mid-western hardware store | |
Philosophy that turns away | |
From those who aren't afraid to say | |
Mister America walk on by | |
Mister America walk on by | |
Mister America try to hide | |
The product of your savage pride | |
The useful minds that it denied | |
The day you shrugged and stepped aside | |
You saw their clothes and then you cried: | |
THOSE HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY! | |
They won't go for no more | |
Great mid-western hardware store | |
Philosophy that turns away | |
From those who aren't afraid to say | |
(The left-behinds of the Great Society) | |
Eric Clapton
208. Layla
Eric Clapton
| C#m | G#m |
| What will you do when you get | lonely, |
| C#m | C | D | E |
| with nobody | waiting | by your | side? |
| F#m | B | E | A |
| You've been | running and | hiding much too | long. |
| F#m | B | E | A2 |
| You know, it's | just your foolish | pride. | |
| Dm | Bb | C | Dm |
Lay | la, | you | got me on my | knees. |
| Dm | Bb | C | Dm |
Lay | la, | I’m | begging darling | please. |
| Dm | Bb | C | Dm | A | | C |
Lay | la, | | darling, won't you ease my worried | mind? | | | |
Tried to give you consolation; | |
Your old man won't let you down. | |
Like a fool, I fell in love with you; | |
Turned the whole world upside down. | |
Layla, you got me on my knees... | |
Let's make the best of the situation, | |
before I finally go insane. | |
Please don't say we'll never find a way | |
and tell me all my love's in vain. | |
Layla, you got me on my knees... | |
Layla, you got me on my knees... | |
209. Tears in Heaven
Eric Clapton
| A | E | F#m | A |
| Would you | know my | name, | |
| D | A | E |
| if I | saw you in | heaven. |
| A | E | F#m |
| Would it | be the | same, |
| D | A | E |
| if I | saw you in | heaven. |
| F#m | C | Em | F# |
| I must be | strong | and carry | on |
| Bm | E | A |
Cause I | know I don’t | belong here in | heaven |
I'll find my way through night and day | |
'Cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven. | |
| C | G/H | Am |
| Time can | bring you | down. |
| D | G | F#m, Em7, F#m |
Time can | bend you | knees. | |
| C | G/H | Am |
| Time can | break your | heart. |
| D | G | F#m | E |
Have you | beggin' | please, | beggin' | please. |
Beyond the door, there's peace I'm sure | |
And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven | |
Would you know my name... | |
'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven | |
210. Wonderful Tonight
Eric Clapton
| G | D |
| It's late in the | evening, |
| C | D |
| she's wondering what | clothes to wear. |
| G | D |
| She puts on her | make up |
| C | D |
And | brushes her | long blond hair, |
| C | D | G | G/F# | Em |
and | than she | asks me " | Do I | look al | right?" |
| C | D | G |
And I say " | Yes, you look | wonderful to | night." |
We're going to a party, and every man turns to see, | |
this beautiful lady, who's walking around with me. | |
And than she asks me "Do you feel alright?" | |
And I say "Yes, I feel wonderful to night." | |
| C | D | G | Em |
I feel | wonderful be | cause I see the | love light in your | eyes, |
| C | D | C | D |
and the | wonder of it | all is that you | just don't rea | lize |
It's time to go home now, and I've got an acheing head. | |
So I give her the car key, and she helps me to bed. | |
And than I tell her, As I turn out the light, | |
I say: "My darling, you were wonderful tonight." | |
211. Old Love
R. Cray / Eric Clapton: Unplugged (1992)
| Am7 | | Dm7 | | G+ | | G | Am7 | | F/Dm7 | | G+ | | G |
| | | I can feel your body | | | | | | | When I'm lying in bed | | | | |
| Am7 | | Dm7 | G+ | G | Am7 | | F/Dm7 | G+ | G |
| | | There's too much con | fusi | on | | | Going around | through my head | |
| F | E7 | Am | Am- | | Am7 | | D7 |
| And it makes me so angry | - To know that the flame still | burns | | | | | |
| F | E7 | F | E7 |
| Why can't I get over? | - When will I ever | learn | |
| Am7 | Dm7 | | G+ | | G | | Am7 | Dm7 | | G+ | | G |
Old | love, | | | | | | leave me | alone | | | | | |
| Am7 | Dm7 | | G+ | | G | | Am7 | Dm7 | | G+ | | G |
Old | love, | | | | | | go on | home | | | | | |
| Am7 | | Dm7 | G+ | | G | Am7 | | F/Dm7 | G+ | | G |
| | | I can see your face | | | - | | | But I know that it's not real | | | |
| Am7 | | Dm7 | G+ | | G | Am7 | | F/Dm7 | G+ | | G |
| | | It's just an illusion | | | - | | | Caused by how I used to feel | | | |
| F | E7 | Am | Am- | | Am7 | | D7 |
| And it makes me so angry | - To know that the flame will always | burn | | | | | |
| F | E7 | F | E7 |
| I'll never get over | - I know now that I'll never | learn | |
| Am7 | Dm7 | | G+ | | G | | Dm7 | | G+ | | G |
Old | love, | | | | | | leave me alone | | | | | |
| Am7 | G+ | | G | | Am7 | Dm7 | | G+ | | G |
Old | love, | | | | go on | home | | | | | |
212. San Francisco Bay Blues
Jesse Fuller / Eric Clapton: Unplugged (1992)
| C | F | C | C7 |
Got the | Blues from my Baby hangin | out by the Frisco | Bay | |
| F | F | C | C7 |
| Ocean Liner come and | took her so far aw | ay | |
| F | G#dim |
| Didn't mean to treat her so | bad, |
| C | B | Bb | A |
She was the | Best gal I | ever | had | had, |
| D |
| Said Goodbye, like to make me cry, |
| G |
| Wanna lay down my head and die, |
| C | F | C | C7 |
Well I | ain't got a nickel and I | ain't got a lousy | dime, | |
| F | E | E7 |
She | don't come back, I think I'm gonna lose my | mind, | |
| F | G#dim | C | B | Bb | A |
If she | ever come back to | stay, It's gonna | be another | brand | new | day, |
| D | G | C | G |
| Walkin with my baby down the | south of San Francisco | Bay. | |
| C | F | C | C | F | C | C7 |
| Sittin down | on the | back porch, | don't know which-a | way to | go, | |
| F | F | F | C |
| Thinkin bout that | woman of mine, she don't | love me any | mo. |
| F | G#dim | C | B | Bb | A |
| Think I'm gonna take a | freight train, | cause I'm | feel | in | blue, |
| D | D | G |
| Gonna ride it to the | end of the line, | thinkin only bout you, |
| C | F | C | C | F | C | C7 |
Meanw | hile in an | other | city, | just about to | go ins | ane, | |
| F | F | E | E7 |
| Think I hear a | woman's voice the way you | used to call my | name, |
| F | G#dim | C | B | Bb | A |
If she | ever come back to | stay, it's gonna | be another | brand | new | day, |
| D | G | C | B | Bb | A |
| Walking with my baby down the | south of San Franciso | Bay | | | |
| D | G | C |
| Walking with my baby down the | south of San Franciso | Bay |
Classics aus den 80er und 90er Jahren
213. Talkin' 'Bout A Revolution
Tracy Chapman: Tracy Chapman (1988)
| G | Cadd9 | D | Dsus4 | G | Cadd9 | D | Dsus4 |
| Don't you | know - | They're talkin' about | a revolu | tion (It | sounds - | like | a whisper). |
| G | Cadd9 | D | Dsus4 | G | Cadd9 | D | Dsus4 |
| Don't you | know - | They're talkin' about | a revolu | tion (It | sounds - | like | a whisper). |
While they're standing in the welfare lines | |
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation | |
Wasting time in the enemployment lines | |
Sitting around waiting for a promotion | |
Don't you know - They're talkin' about a revolution (It sounds - like a whisper). | |
Don't you know - They're talkin' about a revolution (It sounds - like a whisper). | |
Poor people gonna rise up - And get their share. | |
Poor people gonna rise up - And take what's theirs. | |
Don't you know - You better Run, run, run, run, ... | |
Oh I said - You better - Run, run, run, run, ... | |
Cause Finally the tables are starting to turn - Talking about a revolution | |
Yes, Finally the tables are starting to turn - Talking about a revolution, oh no. | |
Talking about a revolution, oh no. | |
While they're standing in the welfare lines | |
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation | |
Wasting time in unemployment lines | |
Sitting around waiting for a promotion | |
Don't you know you're talking about a revolution (It sounds - like a whisper). | |
And finally the tables are starting to turn - Talking about a revolution. | |
Yes, Finally the tables are starting to turn - Talking about a revolution, oh no. | |
Talking about a revolution, oh no. Talking about a revolution, oh no! | |
214. Weather With You
Neil & Tim Finn / Crowded House: Woodface (1991)
| Intro: | | Em7 | Asus4 | Em7 | Asus4 | Em7 | Asus4 | Em7 | Asus4 |
| | | | | | | | | | |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
Walking 'round the | room singing Stormy | Weather |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
At Fifty- | Seven Mount Pleasant | Street |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
Now it's the | same room but everything's | different |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
You can fight the | sleep but not the | dream |
| Dm | C | Dm | C |
| Things ain't | cookin' - | in my | kitchen |
| Dm | C | F |
| Strange af | fliction wash | over me |
| Dm | C | Dm | C |
| Julius | Caesar - | and the Roman | Empire |
| Dm | C | F | G | Em7 | Asus4 | Em7 | Asus4 |
| Couldn't | conquer the | blue | sky | | | | |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
There's a | small boat made of | china |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
Going | nowhere on the mantle | piece |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
Do I | lie like a loungeroom | lizard |
| Em7 | Asus4 | A7sus4 |
Or do I | sing like a bird re | leased? | |
| A7sus4 | D |
Everywhere you | go, you always take the | weather with you |
| A7sus4 | D |
Everywhere you | go, you always take the | weather |
| A7sus4 | G |
Everywhere you | go, you always take the | weather with you |
| F#m | Em |
Everywhere you | go, you always take the | weather |
| A | Em7 | Asus4 | Em7 | Asus4 | A7sus4 |
The | weather with | you | | | | |
Everywhere you go, you always take the weather with you | |
Everywhere you go, you always take the weather | |
Everywhere you go, you always take the weather with you | |
| F#m | Em | A | D |
Everywhere you | go, you always take the | weather - Take the | weather with | you |
215. Save Tonight
Eagle Eye Cherry
Go on and close the curtains | |
cause all we need is candle light | |
You and me and a bottle of wine | |
going to hold you tonight | |
Well we know I'm going away | |
and how I wish, I wish it weren't so | |
So take this wine and drink with me | |
and fight the break of dawn | |
There's a log on the fire | |
and it burns like me for you | |
Tomorrow comes with one desire | |
to take me away it's true | |
It ain't easy to say goodbye | |
darling please don't start to cry | |
Cause girl you know I've got to go, oh | |
Tomorrow comes to take me away | |
I wish that I, that I could stay | |
Girl you know I've got to go, oh | |
tomorrow I'll be gone, tomorrow I'll be gone, | |
tomorrow I'll be gone, tomorrow I'll be gone! | |
Save tonight; save tonight; save tonight; save tonight... | |
216. More Than Words
Extreme
| Intro: | G | G/H | C9 | C9 | Am | Am7 | C | D7 | G | G/H | C9 | C9 | Am | Am7 | C | D7 |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| G | G/H | C9 |
| | Saying I | love you |
| Am | Am7 | C | D7 | G |
is | not the | word I | want to | hear from | you. |
| G/H | C9 |
| It's not that I | want you, |
| Am | Am7 | C | D7 | Em | Em7 | Am | Am7 |
| not to | say, but | if you | only | knew, | how | easy | |
| D7 | G | F#m | Em7 |
| it would be to | show me | how you | feel. |
| Em | Am | Am7 | D7 | G7 | C |
| More than | words | is | all you have to | do to make it | real. |
| Cm | G | G/H | Em |
Then you | wouldn't have to | say | that you | love me, |
| Am | D7 | G |
'cos | I'd al | ready | know. |
| G | G/H | D | Em |
| | What would you | do if my heart was | torn in two? |
| C | C/H | Am | Am7 | D7 | G |
More than | words to | show you | feel, | that your | love is | real. |
| G/H | D | Em |
| What would you | say if I took those | words away? |
| C | C/H | Am | Am7 | D7 | G |
Then you | couldn't | make things | new, | just by | saying I love | you. |
talk to you and make you understand. | |
is close your eyes and just reach out your hands and touch me, | |
hold me close don't ever let me go. | |
More than words is all I ever needed you to show, | |
Than you wouldn't have to that you love me, | |
What would you do if my heart was torn in two... | |
217. Time After Time
Cindy Lauper
| Dm | C | Dm | C | Dm | C | Dm | C |
| Ly - | ing in | bed I | hear the | clock | tick and | think of | you. |
| Dm | C | Dm | C | Dm | C | Dm | C |
| Caught | up in | cir - | cles | confu | sion is | nothing | new. |
| F | G | Em | F | G | Em |
| Flash | backs, | warm | nights. Almost | left be | hind |
| F | G | Em | F | F | G | F |
| Suit | case of | memor | ies, | time af | ter | ... |
Sometimes you picture me, I'm walking too far ahead. | |
You're calling to me I can't hear what you've said. | |
Then you say go slow, I fall behind. | |
| G | Am7 | F | G | F |
If you're | lost you can look and you | will find me. | Time | after | time. |
| G | Am7 | F | G | C |
If you | fall I will catch you I'll | be waiting. | Time | after | time. |
If you're lost you can look and you will find me. Time after time. | |
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting. Time after time. | |
After my picture fades and darkness has turned to grey. | |
Watching through windows, you're wondering if I'm O.K. | |
Secrets stolen from deep inside. The drum beats out of time. | |
You said go slow, I fall behind. The second hand unwinds. | |
| F | G | C |
| Time | after | time. Time after time. Time after time. |
218. When You Say Nothing at All
Ronan Keating
| G | D | C9 | D | G | D | C9 | D |
| It's am | azing how | you can speak | right to my | heart. | | | |
| G | D | C9 | D | G | D | C9 | D |
| Without | saying a | word, you can | light up the | dark. | | | |
| C9 | D |
| Try as I may I can | never explain, |
| G | D | C9 | D |
| what I | hear when you | don't say a | thing. |
| G | D | C9 | D |
The | smile on your | face lets me | know that you | need me, |
| G | D | C9 | D |
there's a | truth in your | eyes saying | you'll never | leave me, |
| G | D | C9 | D |
the | touch of | your hand says you‘ll | catch me wherever I | fall. |
| C9 | D | G | D | C9 | D |
| You say it best, | when you say nothing at | all. | | | |
All days long I can hear people talking out loud, | |
but when you hold me near you drown out the crowd. | |
Try as they may they can never define | |
what's being said between your heart and mine, | |
The smile on your face... | |
The smile on your face... | |
You say it best, when you say nothing at all. | |
Nothing at all. Nothing at all. Nothing at all. | |
219. Nothing Else Matters
Metallica
| Em | G | D | Cadd2 | Em | G | D | Cadd2 |
| So | close no matter | how far | - | Couldn't | be much more | from the heart | |
| Em | G | D | Cadd2 | G | B7 | Em |
| For | ever trusting | who we are | - | And | nothing else | matters |
Never opened myself this way - Life is ours, we live it our way. | |
All these words I don't just say - And nothing else matters. | |
Trust I seek and I find in you - Everyday for us something new. | |
Open mind for a different view - And nothing else matters. | |
| C | A | D | C | A | D | C | A | D | Em |
| | | Never cared for what they | do - | | Never cared for what they | know - | | but I | know. |
So close no matter how far - Couldn't be much more from the heart. | |
Forever trusting who we are - And nothing else matters. | |
Never cared for what they do - Never cared for what they know - but I know. | |
Never opened myself this way - Life is ours, we live it our way. | |
All these words I don't just say - And nothing else matters. | |
Trust I seek and I find in you - Everyday for us something new. | |
Open mind for a different view - And nothing else matters. | |
Never cared for what they say - Never cared for games they played - | |
Never cared for what they do - Never cared for what they know - | |
So close no matter how far - Couldn't be much more from the heart. | |
Forever trusting who we are - And nothing else matters. | |
220. Wonderwall
Noel Gallagher / Oasis: What's the Story Morning Glory (1995)
Today, is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you. | |
By now, you should have somehow realized what you gonna do. | |
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now. | |
Backbeat, the word is on the street, that the fire in heart is out. | |
I’m sure, you’ve heard it all before, but you never really had a doubt. | |
I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now. | |
| C | D | Em |
And | all the roads we | have to walk are | winding. |
| C | D | Em |
And | all the lights that | lead us there are | blinding. |
| C | D | G | D4/F# | Em7 |
| There are many | things that I would | like to | say to | you, |
| A7sus2 |
but I don't know how. | |
| C9 | Em7 | G | Em7 |
Cause | maybe: | You're gonna be the one that | saves me. | |
| C9 | Em7 | G | Em7 | A7sus2 |
And | after | all you're my wonder | wall. | | |
Today, is gonna be the day, but they’ll never throw it back to you. | |
By now, you should have somehow realized what you’re not to do. | |
I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now. | |
And all the roads that lead you there are winding. | |
And all the lights that light the way are blinding. | |
There are many things that I would like to say to you, | |
Cause maybe: You're gonna be the one that saves me. | |
And after all - you're my wonderwall. | |
I said maybe - You're gonna be the one that saves me. | |
And after all - you're my wonderwall. | |
I said maybe - You're gonna be the one that saves me. | |
And after all - you're my wonderwall. | |
I said maybe - You're gonna be the one that saves me. | |
You're gonna be the one that saves me - You're gonna be the one that saves me. | |
221. Don't Look Back in Anger
Noel Gallagher / Oasis: What's the Story Morning Glory (1995)
| C | G | Am |
| Slip inside the | eye of your | mind |
| E | F | G | C | Am | G |
Don't you | know you might fi | nd | A better place to p | lay | / / | / / |
You said that you'd never been | |
But all the things that you've seen are gonna fade away | |
| F | Fm | C |
| So I start a revo | lution from my | bed |
| F | Fm | C |
Cos you | said the brains I | had went to my | head |
| F | Fm | C |
| Step outside, the | summertime's in | bloom |
| G |
| Stand up beside the fireplace |
| E |
| Take that look from off your face |
| Am | G | F |
Cos | you ain't ever | gonna burn my | heart ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut |
| C | G | Am | E | F | G | C | Am | G |
| So | Sally can | wait, she | knows it's too | late as we´re w | alking on | by | / / | / / |
| C | G | Am | E | F | G | C |
Her | soul | slides a | way, | but don't look | back in anger | I heard you | say |
Take me to the place where you go | |
Where nobody knows, if it's night or day | |
Please don't put your life in the hands | |
of a rock and roll band, who'll throw it all away | |
So I start a revolution... | |
| C | G | Am |
| My soul s | lides a | way |
| F |
But don't look | back in anger |
| Fm |
Don't look | back in anger! |
222. Free Fallin'
Tom Petty/Tom Petty: Full Moon Fever (1989)
| |: | E | Asus2 | Asus2 | E | Bsus4 | :| |
| (Intro) | / | | / | / | | |
| E | Asus2 | Asus2 | E | Bsus4 |
She's a | good | girl, | loves | her | mama; |
| E | Asus2 | Asus2 | E | Bsus4 |
Loves | Je | sus and | Ameri | ca | too. |
| E | Asus2 | Asus2 | E | Bsus4 |
She's a | good | girl, | crazy ' | bout | Elvis; |
| E | Asus2 | Asus2 | E | Bsus4 |
Loves | hors | es and her | boy - | friend | too. |
| E | Asus2 | Asus2 | E | Bsus4 |
It's a | long | day | livin' | in Re | seda. |
| E | Asus2 | Asus2 | E | Bsus4 |
There's a | free | way run | nin' | through the | yard. |
| E | Asus2 | Asus2 | E | Bsus4 |
And i'm a | bad | boy, cause I | don't | even | miss her |
| E | Asus2 | Asus2 | E | Bsus4 |
I'm a | bad | boy for | breakin' | her | heart |
| Asus2 | Asus2 | E | Bsus4 | E | Asus2 | E | Bsus4 |
Now I'm | free- | e- | e- | e - free | fall- | i- | i- | in'! |
| Asus2 | Asus2 | E | Bsus4 | E | Asus2 | E | Bsus4 |
Yeah I'm | free- | e- | e- | e - free | fall- | i- | i- | in'! |
All the vampires walkin' through the valley | |
Move west down Ventura Boulevard. | |
All the bad boys are standing in the shadows | |
And the good girls are home with broken hearts. | |
Now I'm free - free fall-in'! | |
Yeah I'm free - free fall-in'! | |
I wanna glide down over Mulholland. | |
I wanna write her name in the sky. | |
Gonna free fall out into nothin'. | |
Gonna leave this world for a while. | |
And I'm free - free fallin - now I'm, free fallin. | |
Free fall-in' - free fallin - now I'm, free fallin. | |
Yeah I'm free - free fallin - now I'm, free fallin. | |
Free fall-in' - free fallin - now I'm, free fallin. | |
223. Californication
Red Hot Chillipeppers
| Am | F |
| Psychic spies from china try to | steal your mind's elation, |
| Am | F |
| Little girls from Sweden dream of | silver screen quotation |
| C | G | F | Dm |
And | if you want these | kind of dream it's | Californi | cation. |
It's the end of the world and all of western civ'lization; | |
the sun may rise in the east at least it settles in the final location. | |
It's understood that Hoolywood sells Californication. | |
| Am | Fmaj7 |
| Pay your surgeon very well to | break the spell of aging |
| Am | Fmaj7 |
Ce | lebrity skin is this your chin, or | is that war you're waging? |
| Am | Fmaj7 | Am | Fmaj7 |
| First born uni | corn | hardcore soft | porn. |
| C | G7 | Dm9 | Am | C | G7 | Dm9 | Am |
| Dream of Cali | forni | cation, | | Dream of Cali | forni | cation, | |
| C | G7 | Dm9 | Am |
| Dream of Cali | forni | cation | |
Marry me girl, be my fairy to the world, be my very own constellation, | |
A teenage bride with a baby inside gettin' high on information. | |
And buy me a star on the boulevard - It's Californication. | |
Space may be the final frontier, but it's made in a Hollywood basement; | |
Cobain can you hear the spheres singing songs of station to station. | |
And Anderson's not far away - It's Californication. | |
Born and raised by those who praise, control of population. | |
Everybody's been there I don't mean on vacation. | |
First born unicorn - hardcore soft porn. | |
Dream of Californication... | |
Destruction leads to a very rough road, but it also breeds creation, | |
and earthquakes are to a girl's guitar, They're just another good vibration. | |
And tidal waves can't save the world from Californication. | |
Pay your surgeon very well to break the spell of aging | |
Sicker than the rest, there is no test, but this is what you're craving. | |
First born unicorn - hardcore soft porn. | |
Dream of Californication... | |
224. Losing my Religon
REM
| G | Am | Em | Am |
| Oh | life, it's bigger, it's | bigger than you and you are | not me, |
| Am | Am |
The lengths that I will | go to, the distance in your | eyes, |
| Em | Dm | G |
| Oh no, I've said too | much. I've said it | all. |
| Am | Em | Am |
That's me in a | corner, that's me in a | spotlight losing my | religion. |
| Em | Am |
Trying to | keep a view, and I | don't know if I can do it. |
| Em | Dm | G |
| Oh no I said too | much, I haven't said e | nough. |
| G | F |
| I thought that I heard you | laughing. |
| F | Am |
| I thought that I heard you | sing. |
| F | G | Am |
I | think I thought I saw | you | try. |
Every whisper, every waking hour, I'm choosing my confessions. | |
Trying to keep an eye on you, Like a hurt lost and blind fool, fool. | |
Oh no I said too much, I sai it all. | |
Consider this, Consider this, it's tough this century, | |
Consider this, smel it brought me to my knees, Now | |
what if all these fantasies come failing around, | |
| Dm | G |
and now I | said too | much, |
I thought that I heard you laughing... | |
| Am | Am |
| That was just a dream, | That was just a dream |
That's me in a corner, that's me in a spotlight losing my religion. | |
Trying to keep a view, and I don't know if I can do it. | |
Oh no I said too much, I haven't said enough. | |
I thought that I heard you laughing... | |
| Dm |
| That was just a dream, |
| Am |
To | try, cry, fly, try, |
| Dm | Am | G | Am |
| That was just a dream, just a | dream, just a | dream, | dream. |
225. Man on the Moon
REM
| C | D | C |
| Mott the Hoople and the | game of life, | yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| C | D | C |
| Andy Kaufman in the | wrestling match, | yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| C | D | C |
| Monopoly, twenty-one, | checkers and chess, | yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| C | D | C |
| Mr. Fred Blasy and the | breakfast mess, | yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| C | D | C |
| let's play Twister, | let's play risk, | yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| C | D | C |
| I'll see you in heaven if you | make the list, | yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Am | G |
Now | Andy did your hear about | this one, |
| Am | G |
| tell me are you locked in the | punch? |
| Am | G |
| Andy are you goofing on | Elvis, |
| C | D |
hey | baby, are we | losin' touch? |
| G | Am | C | D | G | Am | D |
| If you be | lieve | they put a | man on the | moon, | man on the | moon. |
| G | Am | C | G | Am |
| If you be | lieve | there's nothing | up their | sleeve and nothing is cruel. |
Moses went walking with a staff of wood, yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
Newton got beaned by the apple good, yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp, yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
Mr. Charles Darwin had the gall to ask, yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
Now Andy did your hear about this one... | |
Here's a little agit for the never believer, yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
here's a little ghost for the offering, yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
here's a truck stop instead of St. Peter's, yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
Mr. Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling, yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
Now Andy did your hear about this one... | |
Now Andy did your hear about this one... | |
226. I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
U2
| E |
I have | climbed highest mountains, |
| E |
I have | run through the fields, |
| A | E |
only to | be with you, only to | be with you. |
| E |
I have | run, i have crawled, |
| E |
I have | sealed these city walls |
| A | E |
These | city walls, only to | be with you. |
| B | A | E |
But I | still haven't | found what I'm looking | for. |
| B | A | E |
But I | still haven't | found what I'm looking | for. |
I have kissed honey lips, | |
felt that healing finger tips. | |
It burned like fire, this burning desire. | |
I have spoke with the tongue of angels | |
I have held the hand of the Devil | |
It was warm in the night, I was cold as stone. | |
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for. | |
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for. | |
I believe in the kingdom come, | |
Then all the colors will bleed into one. | |
Bleed into one, But yes I'm still running. | |
You broke the bonds, and you loose the chains; | |
carry the cross of my shame | |
of my shame, you know I believe it! | |
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for. | |
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for. | |
227. Luka
Suzanne Vega / Suzanne Vega: Solitude Standing (1987)
| C | D |
I | live on the se | cond floor |
| G | D |
I | live upstairs from | you |
| C | D |
| Yes I think you've | seen me before |
| Em | D | Em |
| If you hear | something late at | night |
| D | C |
Some kind of | trouble, some kind of | fight |
| D | C |
Just don't | ask me what it was | |
| D | C |
Just don't | ask me what it was | |
| D | G |
Just don't | ask me what it was | |
I think it's because I'm clumsy | |
I try not to talk too loud | |
Maybe it's because I'm crazy | |
I try not to act too proud | |
They only hit you until you cry | |
And after that you don't ask why | |
You just don't argue anymore | |
You just don't argue anymore | |
You just don't argue anymore | |
I walked into the door again | |
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say | |
And it's not your business anyway | |
I guess I'd like to be alone | |
With nothing broken, nothing thrown | |
Just don't ask me how I am | |
Just don't ask me how I am | |
Just don't ask me how I am | |
(relativ) Aktuelles ab 2000
228. Zombie
Dolores O'Riordan / the Cranberries: No Need to Argue (1994)
| Em | C | G/B | D/F# |
| Another | head hangs lowly, | child is slowly | taken, |
| Em | C | G/B | D/F# |
| And the violence | caused such silence, | who are we mis | taken. |
| Em | C |
But you | see it's not me, it's not | my family. |
| G/B | D/F# |
In your | head, in your head, they are figh | ting, |
| Em | C |
With their | tanks and their bombs and their | bombs and their guns, |
| G/B | D/F# |
in your | head, in your head, they are cry | ing. |
| Em | C | G/B | D/F# |
In your | head, in your | head, zombie, | zombie, zom | bie. |
| Em | C | G/B | D/F# |
What's in your | head, in your | head, zombie, | zombie, zom | bie. |
| Em | C | G/B | D/F# |
| Another mo | ther's breaking | heart is taking o | ver. |
| Em | C | G/B | D/F# |
| When the violence | causes silence, | we must be mis | taken. |
| Em | C |
It's the | same old theme since | nineteensixteen. |
| G/B | D/F# |
In your | head, in your head, they're still | fighting. |
| Em | C |
With their | tanks and their bombs and their | bombs and their guns, |
| G/B | D/F# |
In your | head, in your head, they're | dying. |
| Em | C | G/B | D/F# |
In your | head, in your | head, zombie, | zombie, zom | bie. |
| Em | C | G/B | D/F# |
What's in your | head, in your | head, zombie, | zombie, zom | bie. |
229. Rolling in the Deep
Adele Adkins, Paul Epworth / Adele: 21 (2010)
| Am | E | G | E | G |
| There's a fire | starting in my heart - | Reaching a fever pitch and it's | bringing me out the | dark |
| Am | E | G | E | G |
| Finally, I can | see you crystal clear - | Go ahead and sell me out and | I'll lay your ship | bare. |
| Am | E | G | E | G |
| See how I leave, with | every piece of you - | Don't underestimate the | things that I will | do. |
| Am | E | G | E | G |
| There's a fire | starting in my heart - | Reaching a fever pitch and it's | bringing me out the | dark. |
| F | G | Em | F |
| The scars of your love, | remind me of us - | They keep me thinking th | at we almost had it all |
| F | G | Em | E |
| The scars of your love, | they leave me breathless - | I can't help fee | ling... |
| E | Am | G |
| We could have had it all... ( | I wish you never had met | me)... |
| F | G | Am |
| Rolling in the | Deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep | ) |
| G | F |
You had my | heart... (I wish you)... Inside of your | hand (Never had met me) |
| G |
And you played it... (Tears are gon | na fall)... To the beat (Rolling in the deep) |
| Am | E | G |
| Baby I have no | story to be told | - |
| E | G |
| But I've heard one of | you and I'm gonna make your head burn. |
| Am | E | G |
| Think of me in the | depths of your despair | - |
| E | G |
| Making a | home down there, as mine sure won't be shared. |
| F | G | Em | F |
| The scars of your | love, remind me of | us - They keep me thinking | that we almost had it all |
| F | G | Em | E |
| The scars of your love, | they leave me breathless | - I can't help | feeling... |
| E | Am | G | F |
| We could have had it all... ( | I wish you never had | met me)... | |
| G | Am |
Rolling in the | Deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep | ) |
| G | F |
You had my | heart... (I wish you)... Inside of your hand (Never had met me | ) |
| G |
And you played it... (Tears are gon | na fall)... To the beat (Rolling in the deep) |
| F | G | Am | G |
| We could have had it all | | Rolling in the Deep | |
| F | G |
| You had my heart Inside of your hand | And you played it To the beat |
| Am |
| Throw yourself through ever open door (Whoa) - |
Count your blessings to find what look for (Whoa-uh) - | |
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold (Whoa) - | |
And pay me back in kind - You reap just what you sowed. | |
| Am | G |
| (I wish you... Never had met me | ) |
| F | G |
| We could have had it all (Tears are gonna fall... Rollin | g in the deep) |
| Am | G |
| We could have had it all, yeah ( I wish you... never had met me) | |
| F | G |
| It all. (Tears are gonna fall) - It all, It all (Rolling in the deep | ) |
| Am | G |
| We could have had it all... (I wish you, | never had met me)... |
| F | G |
| Rolling in the Deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in | the deep) |
| Am | G |
| Your had my heart... (I | wish you)... Inside of your hand (Never had met me) |
| F | G |
| And you played it... (Tears are | gonna fall)... To the beat (Rolling in the deep) |
| Am | G |
| We could have had it all... (I wish you, never had | met me)... |
| F | (hold) | G |
| Ro | lling in the Deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the dee | p) |
| Am | G |
| Your had my heart... (I wish you)... Inside o | f your hand (Never had met me) |
| F | G | Am |
| But you played it. You played it. You played it. You played | it to the | beat. |
230. First Day of my Life
Conor Oberst / Bright Eyes: I'm Wide Awake, it's Morning (2005)
Dm9 (Fm+7)(Fm)
E--0----0----8--
H--3----6----6--
Riff 1: G--2----5----5--
D--3----6----6--
A--0----0----0--
E--x----x----x--
| C | E | Am | F | G | C |
| This is the | first day of my | life - | Swear I was | born right in the | doorway |
| C | E | Am |
| I went out in the | rain, suddenly everything | changed |
| D7 | G |
They're spreading | blankets on the | beach |
| C | E | Am | F | G | C |
| Your's is the | first face that I | saw - | Think I was | blind before I | met you |
| C | E | Am |
| Don't know where I | am, don't know where I've | been |
| D7 | G |
But I know | where I want to | go |
| C | G | Am | F | G |
So I | thought I'd | let you | know - That these | things take for | ever |
| C | C/B | Am |
I e | special | ly am | slow |
| Dm9 | C |
But I | realized how I need you and I wondered if I could come home | |
| C | E | Am | F | G | C |
| I remember the | time you drove all | night - | Just to | meet me in the | morning |
| C | E | Am |
| I thought it was | strange, you said everything | changed |
| D7 | G |
You felt as | if you'd just woke | up |
| C | E | Am |
And you said, " | This is the | first day of my | life. |
| F | G | C |
| I'm glad I didn't | die before I | met you. |
| C | E | Am |
| Now I don't | care, I could go any | where with you, |
| D7 | G |
And | I'd probably be | happy." |
| C | G | Am | F | G |
So if you | want to | be with | me - With these | things there's no | telling |
| C | C/B | Am |
We'll just | have to | wait and | see |
| Dm9 | C | E | Am |
But I'd rather be | working for a paycheck than waiting to win the lottery | | | |
| Dm9 | C |
Besides, | maybe this time its different, I mean I really think you like | me |
| E | Am | (Riff 1) | C | E | Am | (Riff 1) | C |
| | | | | | | | |
231. Wheels
the Foo Fighters
| Cadd9 | G | | Em7 | | D | | Cadd9 | | G | | Em7 | | D |
| (Intro) | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| Cadd9 | G | Em7 | | D | Cadd9 | G | Em7 | | D |
I | know what you're | thinkin' | | | - We | were goin' | down | | | |
| Cadd9 | G | Em7 | | D | Cadd9 | G | Em7 | | D |
| I could feel us | sinkin' | | | - But | then I came a | round | | | |
| Cadd9 | G | Em7 | | D | Cadd9 | G | Em7 | | D |
And | everyone I've | loved before | | | - | Flashed before my | eyes | | | |
| Cadd9 | G | Em7 | | D | Cadd9 | G | Em7 | | D |
And | nothin' mattered | anymore | | | - I | looked into the | sky | | | |
| Cadd9 | G | Em7 | D |
Well | I wanted something | better man. I | wished for something | new |
| Cadd9 | G | Em7 | D |
And | I wanted something | beautiful - I | wished for something | true |
| Cadd9 | G | Em7 | D |
Been | lookin' for a reason | man - | Something to | lose |
| Cadd9 | G | Em7 | | D | Cadd9 | G | Em7 | | D |
When the | wheels come | down | | | - When the | wheels touch | ground | | | |
| Cadd9 | G | Em7 | D |
And | you feel like it's all | over - There's | another round for | you |
| Cadd9 | G | Em7 | | D |
When the | wheels come | down | | | |
| Cadd9 | | G | | Em7 | | D | | Cadd9 | | G | | Em7 | | D |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
I know your head is spinnin' - Broken hearts will mend | |
This is our beginning - Coming to an end | |
Well, you wanted something better man. - You wished for something new | |
Well, you wanted something beautiful. - Wished for something true | |
Been lookin for a reason man. - Something to lose | |
When the wheels come down - When the wheels touch ground | |
And you feel like it's all over, there's another round for you. | |
When the wheels come down | |
When the wheels come down - When the wheels touch ground | |
And you feel like it's all over, there's another round for you. | |
When the wheels come down - When the wheels come down | |
When the wheels come down - When the wheels touch ground | |
And you feel like it's all over, there's another round for you. | |
When the wheels come down - When the wheels come down | |
232. 21 Guns
Green Day
| Dm | A# | F | C |
| Do you | know what's worth | fighting | for? |
| Dm | A# | F | C |
| When it's | not worth | dying | for |
| Dm | A# | F | C |
| Does it | take your | breath | away? |
| A# | C |
And you | feel yourself suffo | cating |
Does the pain weigh out the pride? | |
And you look for a place to hide? | |
Did someone break your heart inside? | |
| F | C | Dm |
| One, | twenty-one | guns |
| C | A# | F | C |
| Lay down your | arms, | Give up the | fight! |
| F | C | Dm |
| one, | twenty-one | guns |
| C | A# | F | C | A# |
| Throw up your | arms | into the | sky; You and | I. |
When you're at the end of the road, | |
and you lost all sense of control... | |
And your thoughts have taken their toll, | |
when your mind breaks the spirit of your soul... | |
Your faith walks on broken glass, | |
and the hangover doesn't pass... | |
Nothing's ever built to last, | |
| Dm | A# | F | C | Dm | A# | F | A |
| Did you | try | to live on your | own, | when you | burned down the | house and | home? |
| Dm | A# | F | A | A# | C |
| Did you | stand too | close to the | fire? Like a | liar looking for | forgiveness from a stone |
| | | C | | Dm | | C | | A#F | | C | | C | | F | | C | | Dm | | C | | A# | | F | | C | | A# | | F | | A |
| F | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
When it's time to live and let die, | |
and you can't get another try | |
Something inside this heart has died, | |
233. Wake Me up When September Ends
Green Day
| Intro: | G | G | G | G/F# | G/E | G/D |
| | | | | | | |
| G | G/F# | G/E | G/D |
| Summer has | come and passed the | innocent can | never last. |
| C | Cm | G |
| Wake me up | when September | ends. |
| G | G/F# | G/E | G/D |
Like my | fathers | come to pass | seven years has | gone so fast. |
| C | Cm | G | F#m |
| Wake me up | when September | ends. | |
| Em | Bm | C | G | F#m |
| Here comes the | rain again | falling from the | stars | |
| Em | Bm | C | D | G | G/F# | G/E | G/D |
| Drenched in my | pain again be | coming who we | are. | | | | |
As my memory rests but never forgets what I lost. | |
Wake me up when September ends. | |
Summer has come and passed the innocent can never last. | |
Wake me up when September ends. | |
Ring out the bell again like did when spring begann. | |
Wake me up when September ends. | |
Here comes the rain again... | |
As my memory rests but never forgets what I lost. | |
Wake me up when September ends. | |
Summer has come and passed the innocent can never last. | |
Wake me up when September ends. | |
Like my fathers come to pass twenty yaers has gone so fast. | |
Wake me up when September ends. | |
Wake me up when September ends... | |
234. Losing Hope
Jack Johnson
| Am | C | G | Am | C | G |
| I got a | faulty | parachute, I | got a | stranger's | friend |
| Am | C | G |
| An exciting change in | my butchers | blend, |
| Am | C | G |
| A symbol on the ceiling | with the flick of a | switch |
| Am | C | G | F |
| Yeah my new found hero | and the enemy's | ditching | |
| Am | C | G |
| Well somebodies something was | left in a | room |
| Am | C | G |
| And now that it's gone well | of course we as | sume |
| Am | C | G |
| Somebody else needed | something so | bad |
| Am | C | G | F |
| They took everything | somebody | had | |
| C | C/B | Am | D | G |
| Losing | hope is | easy - | when your only | friend is gone |
| D | G |
And | every time you | look around - |
| D | G | C | C/B |
| Well, it all, it | all just | seems to | change! |
| Am | C | G |
| The mark was left, man, it's | never the | same. |
| Am | C | G |
| Next time that you shoot | make sure | that you aim. |
| Am | C | G |
| Open windows with | passing | cars, |
| Am | C | G | F |
| A brand new night | with the same old | stars | |
Losing hope is easy when your only friend is gone | |
And every time you look around - | |
Well, it all, it all just seems to change | |
| Am | C | G | Am |
| Feed the fool | A piece of the | pie | |
| C | G | Am |
Make a | fool of his | system | |
| C | G | Am |
Make a | fool of his | mind | |
| C | G | Am |
Give him | bottles of | lies | |
| C | G | Am |
And | maybe he'll | find | |
| C | G | Am |
His | place in | heaven | |
| C | G | Am | F |
Cause | he might just | die | | |
Losing hope is easy when your only friend is gone | |
And every time you look around - | |
Well, it all, it all just seems to change | |
| C | C/B | Am | D | G |
But | hanging | on is | easy - | when you've got a | friend to call |
| D | G |
When | nothings making sense | at all - |
| D | G | C | C/B |
| You're not the only | one that's | afraid of | change! |
235. Nine Million Bicycles
Mike Batt / Katie Melua: Piece by Piece (2005)
| C | Dm | F | Dm | C | Dm | F | Dm | C |
( | flut | e) | | | | | | | |
| C | Am | Em |
| There are | nine million bicycles in | Beijing |
| Dm | F |
That's a | fact, It's a | thing we can't deny |
| Dm | C | C |
Like the | fact that I will love you till I | die. | |
| Am | Em |
We are | twelve billion light years from the | edge, |
| Dm | F |
That's a | guess, No-one can | ever say it's true |
| Dm | C | C |
But I | know that I will always be with | you. | |
| Fm | C | Fm | Am |
I'm | warmed by the | fire of your | love every | day |
| Fm | Am | Dm | G |
So | don't call me a | liar, Just | believe everything that I | say |
| Am | Em |
There are | six billion people in the | world |
| Dm | F |
More or | less, and it | makes me feel quite small |
| Dm | C | C | Am | Em | Dm | F | Dm | C | F | C | Dm | C | C |
But | you're the one I love the most of | all | ( | flute | ) | | | | | | | | | |
| Fm | C | Fm | Am |
We're | high on the | wire, with the | world in our | sight |
| Fm | Am | Dm | G |
And | I'll never | tire, Of the | love that you give me every | night |
| Am | Em |
There are | nine million bicycles in | Beijing |
| Dm | F |
That's a | Fact, it's a | thing we can't deny |
| Dm | C | F |
Like the | fact that I will love you till I | die | |
| Dm | C | F |
And there are | nine million bicycles in | Beijing | |
| Dm | F | C | | Dm | | F | | C |
And you | know that I will | love you till I | die! | | | | | | |
236. All Summer Long
Kid Rock
| D | C | G |
It was | 198 | 9, my thoughts were | short my hair was long |
| D | C | G |
Caught some | where bet | ween a boy and | man |
| D | C | G |
| She was | 17 and she was | far from in between |
| D | C | G |
It was | summertime in | Northern Michi | gan |
Splashin' thru the sandbar, talkin' by the campfire | |
It's the simple things in life like when and where | |
We didn't have no internet, but man I never will forget | |
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair | |
| D | C | G |
And we were | tryin' different | things and we were | smokin' funny things |
| D | C | G |
Makin' | love out by the | lake to our favorite | songs |
| D | C | G |
Sippin' | whisky out the | bottle not | thinkin' 'bout tomorrow |
| D | C | G |
Singin' | sweet home Ala | bama all | summer long |
| D | C | G |
Singin' | sweet home Ala | bama all | summer long |
Catchin' walleye from the dock watchin' waves roll off the rocks | |
She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul | |
We'd blister in the sun we couldn't wait for night to come | |
To hit that sandy place of rock 'n roll | |
And we were tryin' different things and we were smokin' funny things | |
| D |
Makin' | love out by the lake to our favorite songs |
Sippin' whisky out the bottle not thinkin' 'bout tomorrow | |
Singin' sweet home Alabama all summer long | |
Singin' sweet home Alabama all summer long | |
Now nothin' seems as strange as when the leaves began to change | |
Oh how we thought those days would never end | |
Sometimes I hear that song and I'll start to sing along | |
And think man I'd like to see that girl again | |
And we were tryin' different things and we were smokin' funny things | |
| D |
Makin' | love out by the lake to our favorite songs |
Sippin' whisky out the bottle not thinkin' 'bout tomorrow | |
Singin' sweet home Alabama all summer long | |
Singin' sweet home Alabama all summer long | |
237. This Afternoon
Nickelback
| G | D/F# |
| Looking like another Bob | Marley day |
| Cadd9 | D |
| Hitting from the bong like a diesel | train |
| G | D/F# | Cadd9 | D |
And I’m | down with hanging | out this after | noon | |
We got weeds in the back yard four feet tall | |
Ching and Chong probably would have smoked them all | |
So I’m out, on the couch this afternoon | |
Beer bottles laying on the kitchen floor | |
If we take 'em all back we can buy some more | |
So I doubt we'll go without this afternoon - - Oh! | |
| Cadd9 | D |
| Better hang on if your | tagging along |
| G | Em |
Cos we’ll be | doing this till | six in the morning |
| Cadd9 | A |
| Nothing wrong with going | all night long |
| D |
Tough to | put the brakes on doesn’t matter when you got to |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Me and all my | friends |
| G | Cadd9 |
We’ll | do it all a | gain |
| G | D/F# | Cadd9 | D |
Just sitting a | round, hanging | out this after | noon | |
The landlord says i should buy a tent | |
But he can kiss my ass cos i paid my rent | |
So I doubt, he’ll kick me out this afternoon | |
Down on the corner in a seedy bar | |
Jukebox cranking out the CCR | |
Had a few, to Suzy Q, this afternoon oh! | |
|: Yeah, Get up, Go out :| | |
Just sitting around, hanging out this afternoon | |
| Cadd9 | D | G | Cadd9 |
don't want a | wristwatch, or al | arm clock to | see what time it | is |
| Cadd9 | D | G | Cadd9 |
From the | moment I wake | up, I just love | being with my | friends |
| Cadd9 | D | G | Cadd9 |
We barely | get by, but have the | best times and | hope it never | ends |
| Cadd9 | D | G | Cadd9 |
We | drink all day until | we fall down, so we can | do it all ag | ain |
| G | D/F# |
It's not | human walk its the | human race |
| Cadd9 | D |
If we were | living on the edge taking too much | space |
| G | D/F# | Cadd9 | D |
So I | doubt i’ll figure | out just what to | do | |
| G | D/F# | Cadd9 | D |
But kicking a | round hanging | out this after | noon | |
|: Yeah, Get up, Go out :| | |
|: Just kickin around, hanging out this afternoon :| | |
238. Kristy, are you doing Okay?
The Offspring
| C | Em | Am | G |
There's a | moment in | time and it's | stuck in my | mind |
| F | G |
| way back when | we were just kids |
| C | Em | Am | G |
cuz your | eyes told the | tale of an | act of be | trayal |
| F | G |
| I knew that | somebody did |
| C | Em | Am | G |
seem to | wash a | way the | scenes of our | crimes |
| F | G |
for | you this never | ends |
| C | Am |
Can you | stay strong can you | go on |
| Dm | F | G |
| Kristy are you doing okay | | |
| C | Am |
a rose that | won't bloom winters | kept you |
| Dm | F | G | C | F | G |
don't | waste your whole life trying to | get back what was | taken away | | | |
Though the marks on your dress have been neatly repressed | |
I knew that something was wrong | |
and I shoulda spoke out. And i'm so sorry now. | |
I didn't know cuz we were so young | |
oh clouds of time seem to rain on innocence left behind | |
oh clouds of time seem to rain on innocence left behind | |
| Dm | F | G |
Don't | waste your whole life trying to | get back what was | taken away |
| Dm | F | G |
Don't | waste your whole life trying to | get back what was | taken away |
239. 1, 2, 3, 4 (I Love You)
Plain White T's
One, two, one-two-three-four | |
| D |
| Give me more loving than I’ve ever had |
| A |
| Make it all better when I’m feeling sad |
| Bm | A |
| Tell me I’m special even though I know I’m | not |
| D |
| Make me feel good when I hurt so bad |
| A | Bm |
| Barely getting mad - I’m so glad I | found you |
| A | G |
I love being | around you - You make it | easy |
| A |
As easy as | One, two, one-two-three-four |
| D | A | Bm | A | G | D |
There’s only | one thing | To Do | Three words | For | you | |
| D | A | Bm | A | G | D |
There’s only | one way | to say Those | three words | That’s | what I’ll do | |
Give me more loving from the very start | |
Piece me back together when I fall apart | |
Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends | |
Make me feel good when I hurt so bad | |
You’re the best that I’ve had | |
And I’m so glad I found you | |
It’s easy as One, two, one-two-three-four | |
There’s only one thing... | |
240. Hey There Delilah
Plain White T's
| C | Em |
| Hey there Delilah, what's it | like in New York City? |
| C | Em |
I'm a | thousand miles away, but girl, to | night you look so pretty |
| Am | Am/G | F | G | Am | G |
Yes you | do, | | Times Square can't | shine as bright as | you, I swear it's | true |
Hey there Delilah, don't you worry about the distance, | |
I'm right there if you get lonely, give this song another listen. | |
Close your eyes, Listen to my voice, it's my disguise, I'm by your side | |
| C | C/G | Am | Am/B | C | C/G | Am | Am/B |
| Oh it's what you | do to | me | - | Oh it's what you | do to | me | |
| C | C/G | Am | Am/B | C | C/G | Am | Am/B | C | C/G |
| Oh it's what you | do to | me | - | Oh it's what you | do to | me, What you do | to | me | |
Hey there Delilah, I know times are getting hard | |
But just believe me, girl someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar | |
We'll have it good, we'll have the life we knew we would, my word is good | |
Hey there Delilah, I've got so much left to say | |
If every simple song I wrote to you, would take your breath away | |
I'd write it all, even more in love with me you'd fall, we'd have it all | |
Oh it's what you do to me - Oh it's what you do to me | |
| C | C/G | Am | Am/G |
Oh it's what you do to me - | Oh it's what you | do to | me | |
| F | G |
| A thousand miles seems pretty far, but | they've got planes and trains and cars |
| C | C/B | Am | Am/G |
I'd | walk to you if I had no | other | way | |
| F | G |
| Our friends would all make fun of us and | we'll just laugh along because |
| C | C/B | Am | Am/G |
we | know that none of them have | felt this | way | |
| F | G |
| Delilah I can promise you, that | by the time we get through |
| Am | G |
The | world will never ever be the same and you're to | blame |
Hey there Delilah, you be good and don't you miss me | |
| Am | Am/G |
Two more years and you'll be done with school and I'll be making history like I | do | |
| F | G | Am | Am/G |
| You'll know it's | all because of | you | |
| F | G | Am | Am/G |
| We can do what | ever we want | to | |
| F | G | Am | G |
| Hey there Delil | ah here's to | you, this ones for | you |
Oh it's what you do to me - Oh it's what you do to me - Oh it's what you do to me - Oh it's what you do to me | |
| |: | C | C/G | Am | Am/B | :| (4x) | C | C/G | C |
| | Oh | Oh | Oh | | | | | |
241. Cold Cold Ground
Tom Waits: Franks Wild Years (1987)
| C | Am |
| Crest fallen sidekick in an | old cafe |
| C | Am |
never | slept with a dream before he | had to go away |
| C | Am |
there's a | bell in the tower uncle | Ray bought a round |
| F |
Never | worry 'bout the army |
| G | G7 | C |
| in the cold | cold | ground |
Now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed | |
there's a bird in the chimeny and a stone in my bed | |
when the road's washed out they pass a bottle around | |
there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope | |
and a briar patch of berries takin' over the slope | |
the cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town | |
Gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells | |
blow the roof of the goat barn let it roll down the hill | |
the piano is firewood Times Square is a dream | |
I find we lay down together | |
Call the cops on the Breadloves bring a bible and a rope | |
and a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap | |
make a pile of trunk tires | |
and burn 'em all down bring a dollar with you baby | |
Take a weather vane rooster throw rocks at his head | |
stop talking to the neighbors till we all go dead | |
beware of my temper and the dog that I found | |
242. Chasing Cars
Snow Patrol
| A | E | D | A |
| We'll do it | all, every | thing, on our | own. |
| E | D | A |
We don't | need any | thing, or any | one. |
| A | E |
If I lay | here, if I just | lay here, |
| D | A |
Would you lie | with me, and just forget the | world. |
I don't quite know how to say how I feel | |
Those three words, I said too much, but not enough. | |
If I lay here, if I just lay here | |
Would you lie with me, and just forget the world. | |
Forget what we're told, before we get too old | |
Show me a garden that's bursting into life. | |
Let's waste time, chasing cars, around our heads. | |
I need your grace to remind me, to find my own. | |
If I lay here, if I just lay here | |
Would you lie with me, and just forget the world. | |
Forget what we're told, before we get too old | |
Show me a garden that's bursting into life. | |
All that I am, all that I ever was | |
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see. | |
I don't know where, confused about how as well | |
just know that these things will never change for us at all. | |
If I lay here, if I just lay here | |
Would you lie with me, and just forget the world. | |
243. Shut Your Eyes
Snow Patrol
| F5 | C7sus4/F | Fm7 | Bbadd9 | F5 |
| | | | | |
| F5 | C7sus4/F | Fm7 | Bbadd9 | F5 |
| Shut | your | eyes and | think of | somewhere |
Some where cold and caked in snow | |
By the fire we break the quiet | |
Learn to wear each other well | |
| C#maj7 | F7sus4 |
And when the | worrying starts to | hurt |
| C#maj7 | F7sus4 |
and the | world feels like graves of | dirt |
| C#maj7 | F7sus4 |
| Just close your eyes | until |
| C#maj7 | F5 | C7sus4/F, Fm7, Bbadd9 |
you can | imagine this place, yeah, our secret space at | will | |
Shut your eyes, I spin the big chair | |
And you'll feel dizzy, light, and free | |
And falling gently on the cushion | |
You can come and sing to me | |
And when the worrying starts to hurt | |
and the world feels like graves of dirt | |
Just close your eyes until | |
you can imagine this place, yeah, our secret space at will | |
Shut your eyes, Shut your eyes, Shut your eyes, Shut your eyes! | |
Shut your eyes and sing to me, Shut your eyes and sing to me, | |
Shut your eyes and sing to me, Shut your eyes and sing to me, | |
Shut your eyes and sing to me! | |
244. Weatherman
Sub 7even
| Dm | C | Bb | A | Dm |
| I have | my | ears to | hear what people | say, |
| C | G | Bb | C | Dm |
and | I have my | eyes to | see the | suffe | ring, |
| C | Bb | A | Dm |
and | I have a | brain to | use it every | day. |
I have a nose to smell the sweetest things, | |
and I have my feelings to feel the summerwind, | |
and I have my own tools to decide what I would like. | |
But who are you ? ( But who are you ? But who are, who are you?) | |
| Dm | A4 | Cadd9 | G |
| I'm just a | weatherman, I make the | sun and rain and the | colorful rainbow. |
| Dm | A4 | Cadd9 | G |
| I am a | lucky man, I can | freeze my pain if I | feel that way, |
| Cadd9 | G |
I can | freeze my pain if I | feel that way. |
I have my own way to go against your will, | |
I'm able to dream of mountains full of streams. | |
I shall have my wish that all my dreams come true | |
But who are you ? (But who are you? But who are, who are you?) | |
I'm just a weatherman, I make the sun and rain and the colorful rainbow. | |
I am a lucky man, I can freeze my pain if I feel that way, | |
I can freeze my pain if I feel that way. | |
I have my ears to hear what people say, | |
and I have my eyes to see the suffering, | |
and I have a brain to use it every day. | |
245. Follow Me
Uncle Kracker
| E | A | B |
You | don't know how you met me, you | don't know | why. |
| E | A | B | E |
You can't | turn around and | say | good | bye. |
| E | A | B |
All you | know is when I'm with I | make you | free. |
| E | A | B | E |
And | swim through your veins like a | fish in | the | sea. |
| E | A | B |
| Follow me every | thing is all | right |
| E | A | B |
| I'll be the one to tuck you | in at | night |
| E | A | B |
and if you | want to leave I can | guaran | tee |
| E | A | B | E |
You won't | find nobody | else | like | me. |
I'm not woried bout the ring you wear | |
Cuz' as long as no one knows than nobody can care | |
Your're feelin' guilty ab I'm well aware | |
But you don't look ashamed baby I'm not scared. | |
I'm singin' - Follow me everything is allright | |
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night | |
| E |
and if you | want to leave I can guarantee |
You won't find nobody else like me. | |
| F#m | B |
| Won't give you money I can't | give you the Sky |
| E |
| You're better off if you don't ask why |
| F#m | F# |
| I'm not the reason that you | go astray |
| B | E | A | | H |
And | we'll be all right if you don't aks me to | stay | | | |
I'm singin' - Follow me everything is allright | |
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night | |
| E |
and if you | want to leave I can guarantee |
You won't find nobody else like me. | |
You don't know how you met me, you don't know why. | |
You can't turn around and say goodbye. | |
All you know is when I'm with I make you free. | |
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea. | |
I'm singin' - Follow me everything is allright | |
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night | |
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and if you | want to leave I can guarantee |
You won't find nobody else like me. | |