BeOK Nachbarschaftsband Repertoire (26.08.2020)
__________________ Setliste __________________
1. Be OK
Ingrid Michaelson/Ingrid Michaelson: Be OK (2008)
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna be OK, be OK, be OK, | I just wanna | be OK to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna be OK, be OK, be OK, | I just wanna | be OK to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna feel today, feel today, feel today, | I just wanna feel | something to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna feel today, feel today, feel today, | I just wanna | feel something | today. |
| F# | G | D | F# | G | A |
| Open me up and | you will | see, | I'm a gallery of | broken | hearts. |
| F# | G | D | E | G | D |
| I'm beyond repair, | let me | be, | And give me | back my broken | parts. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna know today, know today, know today, | I just want to | know something to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just want to know today, know today, know today, | Know that maybe | I will be O | K. |
| F# | G | D | F# | G | A |
| Open me up and | you will | see, | I'm a gallery of | broken | hearts. |
| F# | G | D | E | G | D |
| I'm beyond repair, | let me | be, | And give me | back my broken | parts. |
| Bm | E | Em | Bm | Bm | E | Em | Bm |
| Just | give me | back my | pieces. - | Just | give them | back to | me please. |
| Bm | E | Em | Bm | Em | G | D |
| Just | give me | back my | pieces, - | And let me | hold my broken | parts. |
| D | n.c. | E | G | D |
| I just | wanna be OK, be OK, be OK, | I just wanna | be OK to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna be OK, be OK, be OK, | I just wanna | be OK to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today, | I just want to | feel something to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just want to know today, know today, know today, | Know that maybe | I will be O | K. |
| E | G | D | (slow down) | E | G | D |
| Know that maybe | I will be O | K. | | Know that maybe | I will be O | K. |
2. Fly me to the Moon - In Other Words
Bart Howard / Kaye Ballard (1954) - Frank Sinatra (1964)
| Dm7 | Gm7 | C7 | Fmaj7 |
| Fly me to the | moon and let me | play among the | stars, |
| Bbmaj7 | Em7(b5) | A7(b9) | Dm7 |
| Let me see what | spring is like on | Jupiter and | Mars. |
| Gm7 | C7 | Fmaj7 | Am7(b5) | D7 | Gm7 | C7 | F6 | Em7b5 | A7(b9) |
In | other words: | "Hold my | hand!" | | In | other words: " | Darling | kiss me!" | | |
| Dm7 | Gm7 | C7 | Fmaj7 |
| Fill my heart with | song, and let me | sing for ever | more, |
| Bbmaj7 | Em7(b5) | A7(b9) | Dm7 |
| You are all I | long for, all I | worship and a | dore. |
| Gm7 | C7 | Fmaj7 | Am7(b5) | D7 | Gm7 | C7 | F6 | Em7b5 | A7(b9) |
In | other words: | "Please be | true!" | | In | other words: | "I love | You!" | | |
| Dm7 | Gm7 | C7 | Fmaj7 |
| Fly me to the | moon and let me | play among the | stars, |
| Bbmaj7 | Em7(b5) | A7(b9) | Dm7 |
| Let me see what | spring is like on | Jupiter and | Mars. |
| Gm7 | C7 | Fmaj7 | Am7(b5) | D7 | Gm7 | C7 | F6 | Em7b5 | A7(b9) |
In | other words: | "Hold my | hand!" | | In | other words: " | Darling | kiss me!" | | |
| Dm7 | Gm7 | C7 | Fmaj7 |
| Fill my heart with | song, and let me | sing for ever | more, |
| Bbmaj7 | Em7(b5) | A7(b9) | Dm7 |
| You are all I | long for, all I | worship and a | dore. |
| Gm7 | C7 | Fmaj7 | Am7(b5) | D7 | Gm7 | C7 | F6 | Em7b5 | A7(b9) |
In | other words: | "Hold my | hand!" | | In | other words: " | Darling | kiss me!" | | |
| Gm7 | C7 | Fmaj7 | Am7(b5) | D7 | Gm7 | C7 | Fmaj7 |
In | other words: | "Please be | true!" | | In | other words: | "I love | You." |
3. Lemon Tree
Peter Freudenthaler, Volker Hinkel / Fools Garden: Dish of the Day (1995))
| Fm | Cm | Fm | Cm |
| I'm sitting here in a | boring room, | It's just another rainy sunday | afternoon |
| Fm | Cm | Fm | Cm |
I'm | wasting my time I got | nothing to do, I'm | hanging around I'm | waiting for you: |
| A#m | Cm | Fm |
But | nothing ever happens | - wnd I | wonder. |
| Fm | Cm | Fm | Cm |
| I'm driving around | in mycCar, I'm | driving foo fast, I'm | driving too far. |
| Fm | Cm | Fm | Cm |
I'd | Llke to change my | point of view, | I feel so lonely I'm | waiting yor you: |
| A#m | Cm | Fm |
But | nothing ever happens | - and I | wonder. |
| G# | D# | Fm | Cm |
I | wonder how, I | wonder why, | Yesterday you told me 'bout the | blue blue sky, |
| C# | D# | G# | D# |
| And all that I can | see is just a yellow | lemon-tree. | |
| G# | D# | Fm | Cm |
| I'm turning my head | up and down, | I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, | turning around, |
| C# | A# | D# | Fm | Cm | Fm | Cm | A#m | Cm | Fm |
| And all that I can | see is just a yellow | lemon-tree. | dad | ada | ... | . | | | |
I'm sitting here I miss the power, I'd like to go out taking a shower; | |
But there's a heavy cloud inside my head. I feel so tired put myself into bed, | |
Where nothing ever happens - and I wonder. | |
| C | Fm | D# | G# | C |
| Isolation - | is not good for me. | Isolation - | I don't want to | sit on a lemon-tree. |
I'm steppin' around in a desert of joy, Baby anyhow I'll get another toy, | |
And everything will happen - and You'll wonder. | |
I wonder how, I wonder why, Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky, | |
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree. | |
I'm turning my head up and down, I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around, | |
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree. | |
I wonder how, I wonder why, Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky, | |
| |: | C# | D# | :| | C# | D# | G# |
| |: | And all that I can | see, | :| | And all that I can | see, Is just a yellow | lemon-tree. |
4. Ain't Got No, I Got Life
James Rado, Gerome Ragni, Galt MacDermot / Nina Simone: 'Nuff Said (1968)
| Em | G |
I ain't got no | home, ain't got no | shoes; |
| Em | G |
Ain't got no | money, ain't got no | class; |
| D | Bm7 |
Ain't got no | skirts, ain't got no | sweater; |
| Em | C | D | G | C | G |
Ain't got no | perfume, ain't got no | bed | - Ain't | got | no | mind, |
| Em | G |
Ain't got no | mother, ain't got no | culture; |
| Em | G |
Ain't got no | friends, ain't got no | schoolin'; |
| D | Bm7 |
Ain't got no | love, ain't got no | name; |
| Em | C | D | G | C | G |
Ain't got no | ticket, ain't got no | token | - Ain't got no | god | | |
| C | Am |
| And what have I got? - | Why am I alive anyway? |
| Am | D7 |
| Yeah, what have I got? - | Nobody can take away? |
| G | C | G | C |
Got my | hair, got my | head, Got my | brains, got my | ears, |
| G | D | Am | D |
Got my | eyes, got my nose, got my | mouth - I got my | smile. | |
| G | C | G | C |
I got my | tongue, | got my chin, Got my | neck, got my | boobies, |
| G | D | Am | D |
Got my | heart, got my soul, got my | back - I got my | sex. | |
| Em | Bm | Em | Bm |
I got my | arms, got my | hands, got my | fingers, got my | legs, |
| Em | Bm | Am | D | G |
got my | feet, got my | toes, got my | liver; | - Got my | blood. |
| Am | C | D | G | C | G | C |
I've got | life, - I've got my | free | dom. I've got | life. | | | |
I've got life, and I am gonna keep it. | |
| G |
I've got life, and nobody's gonna take it away. I've got | life! |
5. Reality and Fantasy
Raphael Gualazzi / Raphael Gualazzi: Reality and Fantasy (2011)
| Gm | / | / | / | | / / | / | / | Dm | / | / | / | | | / | / | / | / |
| Some | one u | pon that | wall | | Is just | gonna | spe- - | e- | e- | end | | the | night | with my | girl. |
| Gm | / / | / | | | / | / | / | / | Dm | / / / | | | / | / | / | / | Gm |
| | | That’s | | what I’m | talk | in’ a | bout | | - | | That’s | why I’m | gonna | play this | shout: |
| |: | / | / | / | | | / | / | / | / | Dm | / / | / | | | / | / | / | / | Gm | :| |
| |: | The | wall be | tween | | - Rea | lity and | fanta | sy | | - Some | times so | | small | - And | not | so | tall. | :| |
I’ve looked into your eyes - And it should make me feel so bright, satisfied. | |
The only thing I've learn - Is just to fall, and fall, and fall! | |
|: The wall between - Reality and fantasy - Sometimes so small - And not so tall. :| | |
Sometimes our life is strange - And it seems you gotta do it all by yourself | |
Do arrange - Sensations never felt. That’s why my soul I’ll never sell. | |
|: The wall between - Reality and fantasy - Sometimes so small - And not so tall. :| | |
X:1
T:Reality and Fantasy: Tenor Saxofon
M:1/4
L:1/4
K:Am
"g"A3B|cBAG|"d"B3G|E3z|"g"A3B|cBAG|"d"A3z|z4|
6. Heavy Cross
Beth Ditto, Brace Paine, Hannah Billie / Gossip: Music for Men (2009)
| Dm | C | Dm | C |
ooohh oh | ooooh, oh oh oh | ohhh - ooohh oh | ooooh, oh oh oh | ohhh |
| Dm | C |
It's a | cruel cruel world, to face on your own, A | heavy cross, to carry alone, |
| Dm | C |
The | lights are on, but everyone's gone, And it's | cruel. |
| Dm | C |
It's a | funny way, to make ends meet, when the | lights are out on every street, |
| Dm | C |
It | feels alright, but never complete, without | you, |
| Dm | C |
I trust | you, if it's already been done, | undo it, |
| Dm | C |
It takes | two, it's up to me and you, to | prove it, |
| Dm | C |
All the | rainy nights, even the coldest days, you're | moments ago, but seconds away, |
| Dm | C |
The | principal of nature, it's true but, it's a | cruel world, |
| Dm | C | Dm | C |
| ooooh oooh oohh, | ooh ooh oooh ooh, | ooo oo | wooah |
| Dm | C |
We can | play it safe, or play it cool, | follow the leader, or make up all the rules, |
| Dm | C |
| whatever you want, the choice is yours, So | choose! |
| Dm | C |
I trust | you, if it's already been done, | undo it, |
It takes two, it's up to me and you, to prove it. | |
| Dm | C |
ei ei | ei ei ei, oh oh oh oh oh, | ye oh oh, |
| Dm | C |
ei ei | ei ei ei, oh oh oh oh oh, | ye eh, ye eh, ye eh, |
| Dm | Dm | Dm | Dm | C |
| | | | I trust you, it's already been done, | undo it, |
| Dm | C |
It takes | two, it's up to me and you, to | prove it. |
| Dm | C | Dm | C |
| ei ei ei, woah wo, | yeah eh - | ei ei ei ei ei, oh oh oh oh oh - | ye eh, ye eh, ye eh, |
| Dm | C |
I trust | you, if it's already been done, | undo it, |
| Dm | C |
It takes | two, it's up to me and you, to | prove it. |
| Dm | C | Dm | C | Dm |
| ei ei ei ei ei, oh oh oh oh oh, | ye oh oh, | ei ei ei, oh oh oh oh oh, | ye eh, ye eh, ye eh, - I trust | you. |
7. Hit The Road, Jack
Percy Mayfield / Ray Charles (1961)
| Gm | F | Eb | D |
| / / | / / | / / | / / (repeat) |
| Gm | F | Eb | D | Gm | F | Eb | D |
Hit the | road, | Jack and | don't you come | back no | more, no | more, no | more, no | more |
| Gm | F | Eb | D | Gm | (...) |
Hit the | road, | Jack and | don't you come | back no mo- | o-o-o- | ore |
Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more | |
Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean | |
You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen | |
I'd have to pack my things and go | |
Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back, no more | |
Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more | |
Now baby, listen, baby, don't ya treat me this way | |
Cause I'll be back on my feet some day | |
Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood | |
You ain't got no money you just ain't no good | |
Well, I guess if you say so | |
I'd have to pack my things and go | |
Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more | |
Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more | |
Don't you come back no more - Uh, what'd you say? | |
Don't you come back no more - I didn't understand you! | |
Don't you come back no more - You can't mean that! | |
Don't you come back no more - Oh, no baby, please! | |
Don't you come back no more - What you tryin' to do to me? | |
Don't you come back no more - Oh, don't treat me like that! | |
Don't you come back no more - ... | |
8. Sympathy For The Devil
Jagger, Richards / The Rolling Stones
| F | D# | A# | F |
| Please allow me to intro | duce myself, I'm a | man of wealth and | taste. |
| D# | A# | F |
I've been around for | long, long years, stolen | many a man's soul and | faith. |
| D# | A# | F |
I was 'round when | Jesus Christ had his | moments of doubt and | pain. |
| D# | A# | F |
Made damn' sure that | Pilate washed his | hands and sealed his | fate. |
| C | F |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my | name, |
| C | F |
But what's | puzzling you is the nature of my | game! |
I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was the time for a change. | |
Killed the Tsar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain. | |
I rode a tank, held a general's rank, when the blitzkrieg raged, and the bodies stank. | |
Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, | |
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! | |
I watched with glee how your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the gods they made. | |
I shouted out: "Who killed the Kennedys?", when after all, it was you and me. | |
Let me please introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste, | |
And I lay traps for troubadours, who get killed before they reach Bombay. | |
Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, | |
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! | |
| |: | | F | D# | A# | F | :| (x4) |
| | ( | so | lo) | | | |
Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, | |
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! | |
Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints. | |
As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer, 'cos I'm in need of some restraint. | |
So if you meet me have some courtesy, have sympathy and some taste. | |
Use all your well-learned politesse, or I'll lay your soul to waste. | |
Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, | |
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! | |
___________________ Kandidaten ___________________
9. Blame it on the Boogie
Mick Jackson, Dave Jackson, Elmar Krohn / the Jacksons (1978)
| D | Bm7 | G |
| D D F# F# | B B F# F# | E E F# F# G G G# A |
| Bm7 | D |
My | baby's always dancin', And it | wouldn't be a bad thing: |
| G | D |
But | I don't get no loving, And that's no | lie. |
| Bm7 | D |
We | spent the night in Frisco At | every kind of disco, |
| G | A |
And | from that night I kissed Our love good | bye. |
| |: | D | Bbmaj7 |
| |:Don't blame it on | sunshine - Don't blame it on | moonlight - |
| C | D | :| |
Don't blame it on | good times - Blame it on the | boogie. | :| |
| Bm7 | D |
That | nasty boogie bugs me, But | somehow it has drugged me. |
| G | D |
| Spellbound rhythm gets me On my | feet. |
| Bm7 | D |
I've | changed my life completely, I've | seen the lightning leave me. |
| G | Asus4 |
My | baby just can't take Her eyes off | me. |
| |: | D | Bbmaj7 |
| |:Don't blame it on | sunshine - Don't blame it on | moonlight - |
| C | D | :| |
Don't blame it on | good times - Blame it on the | boogie. | :| |
| |: | D | D/A | D/A | Asus4 | :| 4x |
| |: | I just can't - | I just can't - | I just can't control my feet | | :| |
| |: | D | Bbmaj7 |
| |:Don't blame it on | sunshine - Don't blame it on | moonlight - |
| C | D | :| |
Don't blame it on | good times - Blame it on the | boogie. | :| |
| D | Bm7 | G |
| D D F# F# | B B F# F# | E E F# F# G G G# A |
| Bm7 | D |
This | magic music grooves me, That | dirty rhythm moves me, |
| G | D |
The | devil's gotten to me Through this | dance. |
| Bm7 | D |
I'm | full of funky fever, And | fire burns inside me. |
| G | Asus4 |
| Boogie's got me in a Super | trance. |
| |: | D | Bbmaj7 |
| |:Don't blame it on | sunshine - Don't blame it on | moonlight - |
| C | D | :| |
Don't blame it on | good times - Blame it on the | boogie. | :| |
| |: | D | Bbmaj7 | C | D | :| |
| |: | Sunshine - | Moonlight - | Good times - | Boogie. | :| |
| D | Bbmaj7 |
| Sunshine (You just gotta) - | Moonlight (You just wanna) - |
| C | D |
| Good times (Yeah, ohh) - | Boogie. (blame it on yourself) |
| D | Bbmaj7 |
| Sunshine (Ain't nobody's fault) - | Moonlight (But yours and that boogie)- |
| C | D |
| Good times (all night long) - | Boogie. (But yours and that funky boogie) |
X:1
T:Blame it on the Boogie: Tenor Saxofon
M:4/4
L:1/8
K:E
"D"e e G G "Bm7"c c G G | "G" F F G G A A ^A B |]
10. Schöner fremder Mann
Athina Hosey, Hal Gordon, Jean Nicolas / Connie Francis (1961)
| G | Em | C | D | G | Em | C | D |
( | Ah-Ha- | Ha) | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh; | Oh-Oh- | Oh | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh. |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, | Du bist | lieb zu mir. |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, | Denn ich | träum' von dir. |
| G | Em | C | D | G | Em | C | D |
| Doch am Tag gehst | du Mit | einer ander'n | Frau vor | bei! | | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh, ... |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Du gehörst zu | ihr | Und ich | bin allein, |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Nur in meinem | Traum | Darf ich | glücklich sein. |
| G | Em | C | D | G | C | G |
| Glücklich sein mit | dir | Denn nur im | Traum gehörst du | mi- | i- | ir! |
| C | D | G | Em | C | D | G | Em |
Und | werden auch | Jahre ver | gehen | Ich | weiß, ich | liebe nur | dich | |
| C | D | G | Em | C | D |
Es | wird, so | lange ich | lebe | | Keinen andern geben für | mich! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, | Einmal | kommt die Zeit. |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Und dann wird mein | Traum | Endlich | Wirklichkeit! |
| G | Em | C | D | G | C | G |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, Dann | fängt für uns die | Liebe | a-- | a-- | an! |
| C | D | G | Em | C | D | G | Em |
Und | werden auch | Jahre ver | gehen, | Ich | weiß, ich | liebe nur | dich! | |
| C | D | G | Em | C | D |
Es | wird, so | lange ich | lebe, | | Keinen andern geben für | mich! Oh, oh, oh, oh! |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, | Einmal | kommt die Zeit. |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Und dann wird mein | Traum | Endlich | Wirklichkeit! |
| G | Em | C | D | G |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, Dann | fängt für uns die | Liebe | an! |
| Em | C | D | G | Em | C | D |
| | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh, | Oh, | Oh-oh, | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh, ... |
11. Praise You / Take Yo Praise
Camille Yarbrough, Fat Boy Slim, BeOK /Fat Boy Slim: Praise You (1998)
| F | C | G | F | C | G |
We've come a | long, long | way to | gether, Through the | hard times | and the | good, |
| F | C | G | F | C | G | F | C | G |
I have to | cele | brate you | baby, I have to | praise you | like I | should. | | | |
| G | F | C | G |
| You're so rare, you're so | fine; I'm so | glad you're | mine. |
| G | F | C | G | F | C | G |
| You're so rare, you're so | fine; I'm so | glad you're | mine. | | | |
| G | F | C | G | F | C | G |
| You make me | glad, | I'm a wo | man, 'Cos you're a | feeling, | thinking | man. |
| F | C | G | F | C | G | F | C | G |
And any | time I | know you're | needing, I'm going to | please you every | way I | can. | | | |
| G | F | C | G |
| You're so rare, you're so | fine; I'm so | glad you're | mine. |
| G | F | C | G | F | C | G |
| You're so rare, you're so | fine; You've cleared the | questions from my | mind. | | | |
| G | F | C | G | G | F | C | G |
| I was a | fraid to | say: I | love you, | Afraid to | take and | too eager to | give. |
| G | F | C | G | G | F | C | G | F | C | G |
| You helped me | deal with | what I'm | feeling, | With why and | how, I | want to | live. | | | |
| F | C | G | F | C | G |
We've come a | long, long | way to | gether, Through the | hard times | and the | good, |
| F | C | G | F | C | G | F | C | G |
I have to | cele | brate you | baby, I have to | praise you | like I | should. | | | |
I have to praise you, when you hold me, When you work your way around. | |
Ain't a part of me left over, That your sweet love ain't found. | |
You make my moan turn to whisper, You make my whisper, turn to call. | |
You make me scream, and scream that I love you, When you make me rise and fall. | |
We've come a long, long way together, Through the hard times and the good, | |
I have to celebrate you baby, I have to praise you like I should. | |
You're so rare, and you're so fine; I'm so very, very glad you're mine. | |
You're so rare, yu're so fine, Oh, you're mine, you're mine. | |
You know I want the best for you baby, And what you want, I want for you. | |
And we can work together baby, To see it, to see it all come true. | |
We've come a long, long way together, Through the hard times and the good, | |
I have to celebrate you baby, I have to praise you like I should. | |
'Cos you're so rare and you're so fine, | |
And Lord knows; I'm so very glad you're mine. | |
You're so rare, so rare and you're so very, very fine; | |
Oh you cleared all the questions from my mind. | |
We've come a long, long way together, Through the hard times and the good. | |
I'm going to take this day to celebrate you baby; 'Cos I have to stop and praise you, like I should. | |
You're so rare, take yo' praise, and you're so fine, | |
And I hope you know, I'm glad you're mine. | |
Take yo' praise; you're so rare, Take yo' praise; you're so fine... | |
X:1
T:Praise You: Tenor Saxofon
M:4/4
L:1/4
K:A
"G"(3A/A/A/ "F"A A A | "C"B B "G"A2 | (3e/e/e/ "F"e e "C"d c "G"A2|]
12. These Boots are Made for Walkin'
Nancy Sinatra
| Intro: | bass: | E | Eb | D | Db | C | B | Bb | A | Ab | G | Gb | F | E |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| E |
| You keep saying, you've got something for me, |
Something you call love, but confess. | |
| A |
| You've been messing where you shouldn't be messing, |
| E |
And now | someone else is getting all your best. |
| G | Em | G | Em |
These | boots are made for | walking - And | that's just what they'll | do, |
| G | Em | n.c. | E | ... | | E |
| One of these days these | boots | are gonna walk all over you. | - | | - | Yes! |
| E |
| You keep lying when you ought to be truthing, |
And you keep losing when you ought to not bet, | |
| A |
| You keep sameing when you ought to be a-changing, |
| E |
Now | what's right is right but you ain't been right yet. |
| G | Em | G |
These | boots are made for | walking - And | that's just what they'll do, |
| G | Em | - | E | ... | | E |
| One of these days these | boots are gonna | walk all over you. You! | - | | - | |
| E |
| You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing, and |
you keep thinking that you'll never get burned , ha! | |
| A |
| I just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah! |
| E |
And | what he knows you ain't had time to learn. |
| G | Em | G | Em |
These | boots are made for | walking - And | that's just what they'll | do, |
| G | Em | - | E | E |
| One of these days these | boots are gonna | walk all over you. | - - | |
Are you ready boots? - Start walking! | |
X:1
T:These Boots are Made for Walking: Tenor Saxofon
M:4/4
L:1/8
K:F# treble
T:2. Strophe
[|:"E"F8|F8:||:"A"d8:|:"E"F8:|:"G"^A4"Em"F4:|"G"^A4"Em"F2z|]
T:_
T:3. Strophe
[|:"E"^C=C^C/z/ =C^CC=C^C/z/|^C=C^C/z/ =C^CC=C^C/z/:|
|:"A"^B=B^B/z/ =B^BB=B^B/z/:|:"E"^C=C^C/z/ =C^CC=C^C/z/:|:"G"AA2z "Em"FF2z:|"G"AA2z"Em"Fz3|]
T:_
T:Fade Out
"E"f[|: z (3cde f z (3cde f| z (3cde f z (3cde f:|]
13. Feel Like Jumping
Bob Andy / Marcia Griffiths (1968)
| | | - | C | - | C | | | - | F | - | F | | |
| | | - | / | - | / | | | - | / | - | / | | |
Huh huh huh, Huh huh huh. | |
Huh huh huh, Huh huh huh. | |
Lord I feel like shouting now. | |
I feel like grooving now. | |
La la la la la - La la la la la. | |
La la la la la - La la la la la | |
La la la la la - La la la la la | |
La la la la la - La la la la la | |
Huh huh huh, Huh huh huh. | |
Huh huh huh, Huh huh huh. | |
Huh huh huh, Huh huh huh. | |
Huh huh huh, Huh huh huh. | |
Lord, feel like crying now. | |
Lord, feel like starting now. | |
X:1
T:Feel Like Jumping: Tenor Saxofon
M:4/4
L:1/4
K:G treble
T:Sax Fill:
[|:"C"(3FAB c c|"F"c c c B|"C"A (3GAF z|"F"z4:|]
14. Don't Let Me be Misunderstood
Bennie Benjamin, Horace Ott, Sol Marcus / Santa Esmeralda (1977) / Animals (1965)
| | | Am | | | | | G | | | | | F | | | | | E | | | | | |: | Am | | | G | | | F | | | E | :| |
| | | / / / / | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | | / / / / | |: ( | /sax/)/ / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | :| |
| Am | G | F | E |
| Baby, do you under | stand me now, | Sometimes I feel | a little mad. |
| Am | G | F | E |
| Well, don't you know that no-one alive can | always be an angel, | When things go wrong I | seem to be bad! |
| C | Am | F | Am | G | F | E |
| 'Cause I'm just a soul who's in | tentions are good: | Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunder | stood. (sax) | | | |
| F | G | F | G | F | G | C | Am |
| If I seem | edgy, I | want you to | know, | That I never | meant to take it | out on | you. |
| F | G | F | G | F | G | C | E |
| Life has it's | problems and | I've got my | share, | That's one thing I | never meant to | do, 'cause I | love you! |
| Am | G | F | E |
| Baby, don't you | know I'm just human, | And I’ve got thoughts like | any other one. |
| Am | G | F | E |
| And sometimes I feel myself a | lone regretting, | Some foolish thing, some foolish | thing I've done. |
| C | Am | F | Am | G | F | E |
| I'm just a soul who's in | tentions are good: | Oh Lord please don't let me be misunder | stood! (sax) | | | |
| Am | G | F | E |
| Oh lord | , don’t let me | be misunder | stood... |
| Am | G | F | E | |: | Am | G | F | E | :| x4 |
| don’t let me be | don’t let me be misu | ndersto | od | | | | | | | :| |
| F | G | F | G | F | G | C | Am |
| If I seem | edgy, I | want you to | know, | That I never | meant to take it | out on | you. |
| F | G | F | G | F | G | C | E |
| Life has it's | problems and | I've got my | share, | That's one thing I | never meant to | do, 'cause I | love you! |
| Am | G | F | E |
| Baby, don't you | know I'm just human, | And I’ve got thoughts like | any other one. |
| Am | G | F | E |
| And sometimes I feel myself a | lone regretting, | Some foolish thing, some foolish | thing I've done. |
| C | Am | F | Am | G | F | E |
| I'm just a soul who's in | tentions are good: | Oh Lord please don't let me be misunder | stood! (sax) | | | |
| Am | G | F | E |
| Oh Lord, | don’t let me | be misunder | stood... |
| Am | G | F | E | |: | Am | G | F | E | :| x2 | Am |
| don’t let me be | don’t let me be misu | ndersto | od | | | | | | | :| | |
abc?
X:1
T:Don't Let Me be Misunderstood: Tenor Saxofon
M:4/4
L:1/8
K:Bm treble
[|"Am"BB_B=B_B=B3|"G"B_B=Bcd2c2|"F"BB_B=B_B=B3|"E"B_B=Bcd2c2|]
15. Radar Love
G.Kooymans, B.Hay / Golden Earring: Moontan (1973)
| Gm |
| I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel. |
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel. | |
It's my baby callin', says: "I need you here." | |
And it's a half past four and I'm shifting gear. | |
| F | C | G |
| When she is lonely and the | longing gets too | much, |
| F | C | D |
| She sends a cable coming | in from above. | Don't need a phone at all: |
| D# | A# | F | Gm | D# | A# | F | - | | Gm |
| We've got a | thing that's | called Radar | Love. | We've got a | wave in the | air, | | Radar | Love! |
The radio's playing some forgotten song: Brenda Lee's "Coming On Strong". | |
The road has got me hypnotized and I'm speeding into a new sunrise. | |
When I get lonely, and I'm sure I've had enough, | |
She sends her comfort, comin' in from above. Don't need a letter at all: | |
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love. We've got a line in the sky, Radar Love! | |
No more speed, I'm almost there. Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care. | |
Last car to pass, here I go, And the line of cars drove down real slow. | |
And the radio played that forgotten song: Brenda Lee's "Coming On Strong." | |
And the newsman sang his same song, One more radar love is gone! | |
When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough, She sends her comfort, coming in from above | |
We don't need no letter at all: | |
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love. We've got a line in the sky. | |
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love. We've got a thing that's called, Radar Love! | |
X:1
T:Radar Love: Tenor Sax
M:4/4
L:1/4
K:Am treble
T:Intro
[|EGA2|EGD2|EGAc|G2CD|"Gm"G,4|]
T:Fill
|:"Gm"F2Ac|B3z|F2AB|A2z2:|F2Ac|B2ce|f3z|G/ G/F2z|]
16. Beautiful
Seeed / Seeed: Seeed (2012)
| F | Gm | A# | F |
| Me on clouds - a | light line breeze. | Rose wine - | honey, we've come clean. |
| Dm | Gm | A# | F |
| Somehow we | found our song: | You play the black, | I play the white keys. |
| F | Gm | A# | F |
| The night falls to | hush the voice, | Purple flowers | shadows and turquoise. |
| Dm | Gm | A# | F |
| My satellite | circles your sun | Finding answers | in the right noise. |
| Gm7 | Cm |
| Waking up is beautiful - | when I am with you, |
| A# | Cm7 |
And I | wonder, yes I wonder - why it's | me that you choose? |
| Gm7 | Cm |
| Everything is beautiful - | heaven for a fool, |
| A# | Cm7 |
And I | wonder, girl, I wonder - why It's | me that you choose? |
| F | Gm | A# | F |
| I never thought, I'd | be like this, | In the palm of your hand - | happily speechless. |
| Dm | Gm | A# | F |
| You wear my shirt and just a | devil smile, | Bringing Mars closer to | Venus. |
| F | Gm | A# | F |
| Late at night, | I watch you sleep: | You saved my life, when | no one believed. |
| Dm | Gm | A# | F |
| You gave up diamonds for a | Rolling' Stone | Now I know what it | means to be home. |
Waking up is beautiful - when I am with you, | |
And I wonder, yes I wonder - why it's me that you choose? | |
Everything is beautiful - heaven for a fool, | |
And I wonder, girl, I wonder - why it's me that you choose? | |
| F7 |
| Without you I surely lose my way; |
You come and get me out when I'm dizzy in the haze. | |
I'm having no doubts - so proud, I shout it all around it's you baby! | |
You turn my wall around, you quite underestimate the height of my flight, | |
I might be drifting out of sight, so hold on to me. | |
Slap me, pinch me, tell me such a dream now. | |
Soak me, trench me in honey and cream! | |
Waking up is beautiful - when I am with you, | |
And I wonder, how I wonder - why it's me that you choose? | |
Everything is beautiful - when I am with you! | |
Since you left me, even though, I'm a miserable fool! | |
17. La Bamba
traditional
| C | F | G | F |
Para bailar la | Bamba | | | |
| C | F | G | F | C | F | G | F |
Para bailar la | Bamba se | nece | sita una | poca de | gracia | | | |
| C | F | G | F | C | F | G | F |
una poca de | gracia y | otra | cosita ay | arriba y | arriba | | | |
| C | F | G | F | C | F | G | F |
ay arriba y ar | riba por | ti sere | yo no | soy mari | nero | | | |
| C | F | G | F | C | F | G | F |
yo no soy mari | nero soy | capitan | soy capi | tan soy | capitan | | | |
para subir al cielo se necesita una escalera larga | |
una escalera larga y otra cosita ay arriba y arriba | |
ay arriba y arriba contigo ire yo no soy marinero | |
yo no soy marinero soy capitan soy capitan soy capitan | |
18. Improvisation
| |: | Gm | | | Dm | | | F | | | A | :| |
| |: | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | :| |
Ain't Got No, I Got Life | 4 |
Be OK | 1 |
Beautiful | 16 |
Blame it on the Boogie | 9 |
Don't Let Me be Misunderstood | 14 |
Feel Like Jumping | 13 |
Fly me to the Moon - In Other Words | 2 |
Heavy Cross | 6 |
Hit The Road, Jack | 7 |
Improvisation | 18 |
La Bamba | 17 |
Lemon Tree | 3 |
Praise You / Take Yo Praise | 11 |
Radar Love | 15 |
Reality and Fantasy | 5 |
Schöner fremder Mann | 10 |
Sympathy For The Devil | 8 |
These Boots are Made for Walkin' | 12 |
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