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Tarnowitzick 30. Geburtstag Selma (30.06.2018)
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1. Ring of Fire
June Carter & Merle Kilgore / Johnny Cash (1963)
| Intro: | | G | | C | G | | G | | D | G | |
| | |: | / | / | / | / | | | / | / | / | / | :| |
| G | C | G | G | D | G |
| Love is a | burnin' | thing and it | makes a | fiery | ring. |
| G | C | G | G | D | G |
| Bound by | wild de | sire | I fell into your | ring of | fire |
| D | C | G |
| I fell into a | burnin' ring of | fire |
| D | C | G |
I went | down, down, down and the | flames, they got | higher |
| C | G | D | G |
And it burns, burns, burns, that | ring of | fire, that | ring of | fire. |
The taste of love is sweet, when hearts like ours meet. | |
I fell for you like a child, Oooh, but the fire went wild. | |
I fell into a burnin' ring of fire | |
I went down, down, down and the flames, they got higher | |
And it burns, burns, burns, that ring of fire, that ring of fire. | |
2. Wovon Ich singe
Evert Jan Bouman
| A | E |
Und jetzt mein | letztes sauberes Hemd - Und wie immer mit leeren | Taschen. |
| E7 | A |
Im Spiegel bin ich mir selber fremd - Und stolper' | über die leeren | Flaschen. |
| A7 | D | / / / | | Dm | / / / / | |
Familienfotos im Schub im Schrank - Und zwischen | drin ein goldener | Ring. | | | |
| A | Bm | E | A |
Ich | weiß nicht, wie es | kommt, - Dass ich trotz | alledem noch | singe. |
Auf dem Bild was hier schief hängt - Spielen die Kinder mit Katze und Hund. | |
Ich habe den Schmerz ganz weit verdrängt, - Die Seele ist noch viel zu wund. | |
Fragen die Kinder noch nach mir - Wenn ich keine teuren Geschenke bringe? | |
Ich weiß nicht, wie es kommt, - Dass ich trotz alledem noch singe. | |
| D | A |
Für mich war | Leben ein Farbenspiel, - Nach vorne | streben, doch ohne Ziel. |
| D | A |
Rutscht man | herunter, klettert man hinauf, - Man nimmt sein | Schicksal nicht nur in Kauf. |
| |: | | Bm | E | A | :| |
| | Es ist mir nicht | gleich, So sind die | Dinge wovon ich | singe. | |
Auf der Fensterscheibe schreibe ich im Dreck - In Spiegelschrift, dass ich euch liebe. | |
Doch meine Lieben sind alle weg, - Nur der Sand knirscht im Getriebe. | |
Jedoch, die Amsel singt ihr Lied. - Sie weiß, dass ich dann weiter ringe | |
Vielleicht weiß sie, wie es kommt, - Dass ich trotz alledem noch singe. | |
Die Freunde sagen: Augen zu! - Gehe durch die letzte Wand, | |
Schau nicht zurück, bewahre die Ruh'. - Das Glück ist immer ohne Pfand, | |
Ich balanciere auf dem Seil - Und manchmal auf des Messers Klinge. | |
Doch ich bin froh, dass es so ist, - Dass ich trotz alledem noch singe. | |
Für mich war Leben ein Farbenspiel, - Nach vorne streben, doch ohne Ziel. | |
Rutscht man herunter, klettert man hinauf, - Man nimmt sein Schicksal nicht nur in Kauf. | |
Es ist mir nicht gleich, - So sind die Dinge wovon ich singe. | |
3. School's Out
Alice Cooper, Glen Buxton, Michael Bruce, Dennis Dunaway, Neal Smith / Alice Cooper: School's Out (1972)
Em (A) Em (G) Em (A) (G)
E-|------------------------------------------|
B-|------------------------------------------| main riff
G-|---------14-----------12----------14---12-|
D-|-14--14--14---14--14--12--14--14--14------| (repeat through verse)
A-|-14--14-------14--14------12--14----------|
E-|-12-----------12----------12--------------|
| Em |
| Well we got no choice, All girls and boys, |
Making all that noise, Cause they found new toys. | |
| C | D | Eb |
Well | we cant salute you can't find the flag. | | If that don't suit you that's a drag! |
| Gm | Bb | C | Fm | - | Gm | Gm | Bb | C | Fm | - | Gm |
| Schools | out | for | | | summer, | schools | out | for | | | ever, |
| Gm | Bb | C | F-Gm | A | G | F |
| School's been | blown | to | pieces. | | | |
| C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D | Em | - | A | Em | - | G | Em | - | A | - | G |
| No | more | pen | cils, | no | more | bo- | oks, | no | more | tea | chers, | dir | ty | lo- | oks. | | | | | | | | | | | |
| Em |
| Well we got no class, And we got no principles, |
And we got no innocence, We can't even think of a word that rhymes. | |
| Gm | Bb | C | Fm | - | Gm | Gm | Bb | C | F-Gm |
| School's | out | for | | | summer, | School's | out | for | ever, |
| Gm | Bb | C | Fm | - | Gm | A | G | F |
| School's been | blown | to | | | pieces. | | | |
| C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D | Em | - | A | Em | - | G | Em | - | A | - | G |
| No | more | pen | cils, | no | more | bo- | oks, | no | more | tea | chers, | dir | ty | lo- | oks. | | | | | | | | | | | |
| C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D | C | D |
| Out | for | sum | mer, | Out | till | fa- | all, | We | might | not | go | back at | all. |
| Gm | Bb | C | Fm | - | Gm | Gm | Bb | C | Fm | - | Gm |
| School's | out | for | | | ever, | School's | out | for | | | summer, |
| Gm | Bb | C | F | Gm | Gm | Bb | C | Fm | - | Gm |
| School's | out | wit | h f | ever, | School's | out | com | pl | e | tely. |
4. Samba pa Ti
Carlos Santana / Santana: Abraxas (1970)
| |: | | | G | | | Bm | | | Em | | | Am7 | | | G | | | Bm | | | Em | | | Am7 | | |
| |: - | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | |
| | | D | | | Am7 | | | D | | | | | Am | | | Bm | | | Am | | | D | :| |
| | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | - | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / - | :| |
| | | | | G | | | Bm | | | Am | | | D | | | G | | | Bm | | | Am | | | D | | |
| | - | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | |
| |: | G | | | Am | :| |
| |: | / / / / | | | / / / / | :| |
5. Hey Joe
Jimi Hendrix
| C | G | D | A | E | E | E/G | E | E/G | E |
| Hey | Joe | where ya' | goin' with that | gun in your hand? | | | | | |
| C | G | D | A | E | E7 |
I said | hey | Joe | where ya | goin' with that | gun in your hand? | |
| C | G |
| I'm goin' out to | find my woman now, |
| D | A | E | E7 |
| She's been | runnin' round with some | other man | |
| C | G |
| I said I'm goin' out to | find my woman now! |
| D | A | E | E7 |
| She's been | runnin' 'round with some | other man | |
Hey Joe tell me what are you gonna do? | |
Hey Joe tell me what are you gonna do? | |
Well I guess I'll shoot my woman, | |
Well I guess I'll shoot them both | |
Hey Joe tell me where are you gonna go? | |
Hey Joe tell me where are you gonna go? | |
Well I think I'll go down to my favourite place Mexico, | |
Well I think I'll go down to where a man can be free. | |
And there ain't gonna be no hangmans ropes | |
6. Save The Last Dance For Me
Doc Pomus, Mort Shuman / the Drifters (1960)
| G | D |
| You can dance, every dance with the guy who gives you the eye, Let him | hold you tight! |
| D7 | G |
You can | smile, every smile for the man who held your hand 'Neath the | pale moonlight. |
| G | C | C7 | G |
| But Don't for | get who's taking you | home And in whose arms you're | gonna be: |
| D | D7 | G |
So | darling, save the | last dance for | me! |
| G | D |
| Oh I know that the music is fine like sparkling wine, Go and | have your fun! |
| D7 | G |
Laugh and | sing but while we're apart Don't give your heart to | anyone! |
| G | C | C7 | G |
| But Don't for | get who's taking you | home And in whose arms you're | gonna be: |
| D | D7 | G |
So | darling, save the | last dance for | me! |
| G | D | G |
| Baby don't you know I | love you so, Can't you feel it when we | touch? |
| D | G |
I will never never let | you go Cause I love you oh so | much. |
| G | D |
| You can dance, go and carry on, Till the night is gone and it's time | to go. |
| D7 | G |
If he | asks, if you're all alone, can he take you home, You must tell | him No. |
| G | C | C7 | G |
| But Don't for | get who's taking you | home And in whose arms you're | gonna be: |
| D | D7 | G |
So | darling, save the | last dance for | me! |
| G | C | C7 | G |
| But Don't for | get who's taking you | home And in whose arms you're | gonna be: |
| D | D7 | G |
So | darling, save the | last dance for | me! |
| D | D7 | G | D | D7 | G |
Mm- | mh, Save the | last dance for | me! Mm- | mh, Save the | last dance for | me! |
7. I'm A Stranger Here
Brownie McGhee & Sonny Terry (1960)
| A | A7 |
| I'm a stranger here, just blow'd in your town, Oh, | yes, I am! |
| D | A |
I'm a | stranger here, just blow'd in your | town. |
| E7 | D7 | A | E7 |
Well, be | cause I'm a stranger, | everybody wants to dog me ' | round. | |
I'm gonna write home to daddy to send me my railroad fare, Oh, yes, I am! | |
I'm gonna write home to dad to send me my railroad fare, Oh, yes, I am! | |
Well, if he don't send it, I don't mind walkin' down. | |
I'm goin' back home have to wear out ninetynine pair of shoes, Oh, yes, I am! | |
I'm goin' back home have to wear out ninetynine pair of shoes, Oh, yes, I am! | |
When I get back there I won't have these old stranger blues. | |
Well, I wonder why people treats the strangers so, Oh, Lordy Lord! | |
Well, I wonder why people treats the strangers so. | |
Well, I ain't got no place I just go from door to door. | |
You know, I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town; Oh, yes, I am! | |
Well, I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town; Oh, yes, I am! | |
Well, if I askin' for a favor, please don't turn me down. | |
8. Hoochie Coochie Man
Willie Dixon / Muddy Waters (1954 )
| E/G/E/G | A |
| | The gypsy woman told my mother, |
| E/G/E/G | A |
| | Before I was born |
| E/G/E/G | A |
| | I got a boy child's comin', |
| E/G/E/G | A |
| | He's gonna be a son of a gun |
| E/G/E/G | A |
| | He gonna make pretty women's, |
| E/G/E/G | A |
| | Then the world wanna know, |
| E/G/E/G | A | A | A7 |
| | | what this all a | bout |
| D7 | A |
| everybody knows I'm | him |
| E |
Well you know I'm the | hoochie coochie man, |
| D | D7 | A | E7 |
| every | body knows I'm | him | |
I got the Johnny Concheroo, | |
I'm gonna make you girls, | |
Then the world will know, | |
Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man, | |
He was born for good luck, | |
I got seven hundred dollars, | |
Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man, | |
9. Suzanne
Leonard Cohen
| E |
| Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river, |
| F#m |
You can | hear the boat go by, and you spend the night beside her. |
| E |
And you | know that she's half crazy, but that's why you want to be there |
| G#m | A |
And she | feeds you tea and oranges that come | all the way from China. |
| E | F#m |
And | when you mean to tell her that you | have no love to give her. |
| E |
Then she | gets you on her wave-length |
| F#m | E |
And she | lets the river answer that you’ve | always been her lover. |
| G#m | A |
And you | want to travel with her, and you | want to travel blind, |
| E | F#m |
And you | know she will trust you for you’ve | touched her perfect body |
And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water. | |
And he spend a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower. | |
And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him | |
He said: "All men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them". | |
But he himself was broken long bevor the sky war open | |
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone. | |
And you want to travel with him, and you want to travel blind | |
And you think maybe you'll trust him for he's touched you perfect body | |
Now Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river | |
She is wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters. | |
And the sun pours down like honey for our lady of the harbour, | |
and she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers. | |
There are heros in the seaweed, there are children in the morning | |
They are leaning out for love | |
And they will lean that way forever, while Suzanne holds the mirror. | |
And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind, | |
And you know that you can trust her for she's touched your perfect body | |
10. Kopf Hoch
Evert Jan Bouman
| E | A |
| Du bist einzigartig, du | bist uniek, |
| B | E |
| Ein Bild für die Götter, ein | Mosaik. |
| E | A |
| Du bist gewollt und | du bist echt. |
| B | E |
| Und ohne dich ist mir | gar nichts recht. |
| E |
| Deine Fehler sind Chancen, |
| A |
Dein Ver | sagen der Start. |
| B | E |
| Du bist wunderbar von | hart bis zart. |
| E | A |
| Kopf hoch! Mensch, du | bist grandios, |
| B | E |
| Und ohne dich ist hier | gar nichts los. |
| E | A |
| Kopf hoch! Mensch, du | bist einfach gut. |
| B | E |
| Steh zu dir selber, | absolut. |
| E | A | B | E |
| Kopf hoch | , und wenn der Nacken | dreckig ist. | |
| A | | B | E |
Kopf hoch | , | | auch wenn du manchmal | unten bist. Kopf hoch! |
Lass das Motzen, lass das Klagen, | |
Du bist gottgewollt, lenke dein' Wagen. | |
Du hast die Zügel in deiner Hand, | |
Führe die Pferde durch Stadt und Land. | |
Geradeaus, guck nicht zurück, | |
Dort vorne ist dein Weg, das ist dein Glück. | |
Deine Pickel sind Perlen in deinem Gesicht, | |
Und wer das nicht sieht, sieht sich selber nicht. | |
Du hast doch Gefühle, du hast doch ein Herz, | |
Werd' kein Opfer des toten Kommerz. | |
Du bist einfach schön, du bist wunderbar, | |
Werde deiner Kraft gewahr. | |
11. Bird on the Wire
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: Sogs from a Room (1969)
| A | E | A | D |
Like a | bird on the | wire, like a | drunk in a midnight | choir, |
| A | E | A | Asus4 | A |
I have | tried in my | way to be | free. | | |
| A | E | A | D |
Like a | worm on a | hook, like a | knight from some old-fashioned | book, |
| A | E | A | Asus4 | A |
I have | saved all my | ribbons for | thee. | | |
| D | A |
| If I, if I have been un | kind, |
| Bm | A |
| I hope that you can just let it go | by. |
| D | A |
| If I, if I have been un | true, |
| Bm | E |
| I hope you know it was never to | you. |
| A | E | A | D |
Like a | baby still | born, like a | beast with his | horn, |
| A | E | A | Asus4 | A |
I have | torn every | one who reached out for | me. | | |
| A | E | A | D |
But I | swear by this | song and by | all that I have done | wrong! |
| A | E | A | Asus4 | A |
| I will make it | all up to | thee. | | |
| D | A |
| I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden | crutch. |
| Bm | A |
| He said to me, "You must not ask for so | much." |
| D | A |
| And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened | door, |
| Bm | E |
| She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for | more?" |
| A | E | A | D |
Like a | bird on the | wire, like a | drunk in a midnight | choir, |
| A | E | D | A |
I have | tried in my | way to be | free | |
12. Johnny B. Goode
Chuck Berry (1958)
| E |
Deep | down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans, |
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens, | |
| A |
There | stood a log cabin made of earth and wood |
| E |
Where | lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode |
| B |
Who | never ever learned to read or write so well, |
| E |
But he could | play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell. |
| E |
| Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! |
| B | E |
Go, Johnny, go! Go! | Johnny B. | Goode! |
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, | |
And sit beneath the tree by the railroad track. | |
Living in the city sittin' in the shade, | |
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made. | |
When people passed him by they would stop and say, | |
"Oh my but that little country boy could play". | |
Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! | |
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode! | |
His mother told him: "Someday you will be a man, | |
And you will be the leader of a big old band. | |
Many people coming from miles around | |
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down. | |
Maybe some day your name will be in lights - | |
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight!" | |
Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! | |
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode! | |
13. It's All Over Now, Baby Blue (Gesang: Michael)
Bob Dylan
| D | G |
You | must leave now, take what you need you | think will last. |
| D | G |
But | whatever you wish to keep you better | grab it fast! |
| D | C | G |
| Yonder stands your | orphan with his | gun; |
| D | C | G |
| Crying like a | fire in the | sun. |
| B7 | D |
| Look out the Saints are comin' | through: |
| |: | Am | C | G | :| |
| | It's all over | now, Baby | Blue. | |
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. | |
Take what you have gathered from coincidence. | |
The empty handed painter from your streets | |
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. | |
This sky too, is folding under you: | |
It's all over now, Baby Blue; It's all over now, Baby Blue. | |
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. | |
All your reindeer armies, are all going home. | |
The lover who just walked out your door | |
Has taken all his blankets from the floor. | |
The carpet too, is moving under you: | |
It's all over now, Baby Blue; It's all over now, Baby Blue. | |
Leave your stepping stone behind, something calls for you. | |
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you. | |
The vagabond who's rapping at your door | |
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore. | |
Strike another match, go start anew: | |
It's all over now, Baby Blue; It's all over now, Baby Blue. | |
14. The Wind Cries Mary
Jimi Hendrix
| |: | D | (I.) | D# | E | - - - | D | (octave) | C# | D | - - - | :| |
| | | | | | | | | | | | |
| B | A | E |
| After all the | jacks are in their | boxes |
| B | A | E |
And the | clowns have | all gone to | bed |
| B | A | E |
You can hear | happiness | staggering on | down the street |
| F# | A | D | D# | E |
| Footsteps | dressed in | red | | |
| F# | A | C | C# | D | - - - | C | C# | D |
And the | wind | whispers | Mar | y | | | | | |
| B | A | E |
A | broom is | drearily | sweeping |
| B | A | E |
| Up the broken | pieces of yesterday's | life |
| B | A | E |
| Somewhere a | queen is | weeping |
| F# | A | D | D# | E |
| Somewhere a | king has no | wif | e | |
| F# | A | D | D# | E | - - - | D | D# | E |
And the | wind | cries | Mar | y | | | | | |
| B | A | E |
| The traffic lights turn | blue to | morrow |
| B | A | E |
| And shine the | emptyness down on my | bed. |
| B | A | E |
| The tiny island | sags | downstream |
| F# | A | D | D# | E |
' | Cause the life that | lived is | dea | d. | |
| F# | A | D | D# | E | - - - | D | D# | E |
And the | wind | screams | Mar | y | | | | | |
| B | A | E |
| Will the wind | ever re | member |
| B | A | E |
The | names it has | blown in the | past. |
| B | A | E |
With it's | crutch, it's | old age, and it's | wisdom, |
| F# | A | D | D# | E |
It whispers | no, this will | be the | las | t. | |
| F# | A | D | D# | E | - - - | D | D# | E | - - - | D | D# | E | - - - | D | D# | E |
And the | wind | cries | Mar | y | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
15. Rockin' All Over The World
John Fogerty / John Fogerty: John Fogerty (1975)
| D |
| Well, a-here-we-are, a-here-we-are, a-here we go, |
| G |
| Four in the mornin', gonna hittin' the road, |
| D | A | D |
Here we | go-oh! | Rockin' all over | the world! |
| D |
| Well, a-geedee-up, a-geedee-up, a-get away, |
| G | D |
| We're goin' crazy, and we're goin' today, here we | go-oh! |
| A | D |
| Rockin' all over | the world! |
| D |
| And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, |
| G | D | A | D |
| I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we | go-oh! | Rockin' all over the | world! |
| D |
| Well, I'm gonna tell your Mama what I'm gonna do, |
| G | D |
| We're going out tonight with our dancin' shoes, | Here we go-oh! |
| A | D |
| Rockin' all over the | world! |
| D |
| And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, |
| G | D | A | D |
| I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we | go-oh! | Rockin' all over the | world! |
| D |
| And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, |
| G | D | A | D |
| I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we | go-oh! | Rockin' all over the | world! |
| D |
| And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, |
| G | D | A | D |
| I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we | go-oh! | Rockin' all over the | world! |
| D |
| And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, |
| G | D | A | D |
| I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we | go-oh! | Rockin' all over the | world! |
In the night... (fade out) | |
16. Am Strand von Duisburg
Evert Jan Bouman
| A | E | A |
Wenn das Eis am | Pol geschmolzen | ist, - ist es Schluss mit Hollands Gnaden | frist. |
| D | A | E7 | A |
Die blaue | Welle schwappt nach Holland ' | rein, - das orange | Völkchen nistet sich in Deutschland | ein. |
Wenn durch den Klimawechsel das Wasser stets steigt, - Sind die guten Deutschen den Holländern zugeneigt. | |
Die Nordseeküste grenzt dann ans Revier, - Dann gibt's eine Überdosis rohen Matjes hier. | |
| D | A | E | A |
Am Strand von | Duisburg gibt's Frikandel Spe | zial, Am Strand von | Duisburg ist es Schluss mit Mo | ral. |
| D | A | Bm | E | A |
Es wird ge | schluckt, geliebt und ständig wird ge | kifft; Und wer's nicht | will der wird nach | Übersee ver | schifft. |
Wenn das Wasser kommt ist Holland in Not, - Dann gibt's in Deutschland endlich leckeres schwammiges Brot. | |
In den Tomaten wird das Wasser harmlos gemacht, - Doch es reicht nicht aus, Holland verschwindet über Nacht. | |
Erst waren sie Nachbarn, doch dann sind sie da. - Sie verkaufen hier Tulpen und Vanille Vla. | |
Klocken auf Klompen hinter jedem Ball, - Lassen sich nicht lumpen, sie sind jetzt überall. | |
Am Strand von Duisburg... | |
Es wird hier bunt, fröhlich wie noch nie; - Sie gründen hier eine neue Monarchie. | |
Und ich, ich werde dann euer König sein, - Mein Zepter wird grob, doch der Zwirn bleibt fein. | |
Und jedes Fahrrad heißt hier dann "Fiets", - Und wer's nicht hören will oder kann, mein Freund, der sieht's. | |
In jeder Stadt gibt's einen Wohnwagenpark, - Das "orangene Elftal" wird wird unbesiegbar stark. | |
Am Strand von Duisburg... | |
Sie trinken Jenever zu Kibbeling, - Sie bauen in jeder Stadt einen Grachtenring. | |
Und in Dortmund trinkt man Grolsch und Heineken Bier, - Und Ruhrpottdam heißt dann die Hauptstadt vom Revier. | |
Wir sind alle Germanen, die Wurzeln sind gleich, - Wir bauen zusammen einen riesigen Deich. | |
Aus jedem Liter Milch wird "Gouda Kaas" gemacht, - "Guten Morgen Deutschland" und "Holland, Gute Nacht". | |
Am Strand von Duisburg... | |
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17. Tonight Will be Fine
Leonard Cohen : Songs from a Room (1969)
| A | E | A |
| Sometimes I find I get to | thinking of the | past. |
| A | E | A |
We | swore to each other then that our | love would surely | last. |
| E | A |
You kept right on loving, | I went on a | fast, |
| E | A |
Now I am too thin and your | love is too | vast. |
| D | A | D | A |
But I | know from your | eyes, And I | know from your | smile: |
| D | A |
That to | night will be | fine, will be fine, will be fine, |
| E | E7 | A |
Will be | fine | for a | while. |
| A | E | A |
| I choose the rooms that I | live in with | care. |
| A | E | A |
The | windows are small and the | walls almost | bare. |
| E7 | G | D7 | A |
There's only one bed and there's | only - | only | one | prayer. |
| C | E7 |
I listen all night for your | step on the | stair. |
| D7 | A7 | D7 | A7 |
But I | know from your | eyes, And I | know from your | smile: |
| D7 | A7 |
That to | night will be | fine, will be fine, will be fine, |
| E | E7 | A |
Will be | fine | for a | while. |
| A | E | A |
| Oh sometimes I see her un | dressing for | me. |
| A | E | A |
She's the | soft naked lady love | meant her to | be. |
| E | A |
And she's moving her body so | brave and so | free. |
| E | A |
If I've got to remember that's a | fine memo | ry. |
| D | A | D | A |
But I | know from your | eyes, And I | know from your | smile: |
| D | A |
That to | night will be | fine, will be fine, will be fine, |
| E | E7 | A |
Will be | fine | for a | while. |
18. Ich will leben
Evert Jan Bouman
| riff: | | | A | / / / | | G | / / / | | D | - | / | - | C | / | | A | / / / | |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| A | E |
| Ich will kein Gebot, ich will kein Surrogat. Ich will | leben. |
| A |
Und kein Geschwätz, gib mir lieber eine Tat. Ich will | leben. |
| E |
Ich will mich nicht ducken und schweigen aus Angst. Ich will | leben. |
| alle | A |
Ich will zusehen wie du um mich bangst. | Ich will | leben. |
| | | D | mit til+christiane | A |
| Ic | h | will offen sein, was | kommt ist egal, |
| D | A |
| Es gehört doch zu mir, | nenn es Schicksal. |
| E | | - nur johnny | A | G | | D | | C | | A |
Ich will | leben, | und wenn es geht, mit | dir | . | | | | | | |
Ich will keine Maske, ich will sichtbar sein. Ich will leben. | |
Und keinen Süßstoff oder Wasser im Wein. Ich will leben. | |
Ich bin keine Maschine oder Nummer im Amt. Ich will leben. | |
Ich will mit dir sein wenn die Liebe entflammt. Ich will leben. | |
Ich will offen sein, was kommt ist egal, | |
Es gehört doch zu mir, nenn es Schicksal. | |
Ich will leben, und wenn es geht, mit dir. | |
| |: | A | G | D | C | A | :| | A | E | A | E | D | A | D | A | E | |: | A | G | D | C | A | :| |
| |:r | if | f | | | | :|s | ol | o | | | | | | | | |:r | if | f | | | | :| |
Ich will nicht nur fragen, was kommt nach dem Tod Ich will leben. | |
Ich will nicht verkrampfen in der Kirche devot. Ich will leben. | |
Ich will keine Frau die mein Verhalten diktiert. Ich will leben. | |
Und keinen Chef der mich tyrannisiert. Ich will leben. | |
Ich will offen sein, was kommt ist egal, | |
Es gehört doch zu mir, nenn es Schicksal. | |
Ich will leben, und wenn es geht, mit dir. | |
Ich will keine Kinder die alles tun was ich sag'. Sie sollen leben. | |
Meine Kinder sollen wählen, nicht nur mögen, was ich mag. Sie sollen leben. | |
Und keiner soll sich stören wenn sie laut schreien. Leben. | |
Alle sollen's hören wenn sie laut schreien. Leben, leben, leben, ... | |
Sie sollen offen sein und was kommt ist egal, | |
Denn es gehört doch zu ihrem Schicksal. | |
Sie sollen leben, und wenn es geht, mit mir. | |
19. Black Magic Woman
Peter Green / Fleetwood Mac
| Em | Am | Em |
| Got a black magic | woman,got a black magic | woman, |
| Am | Dm |
Yes, I've got a | black magic woman, got me so blind I can't | see, |
| Am | Em | Am |
that she's a | black magic woman and she's | try'in to make a devil out of | me. |
Don't turn your back on me baby, don't turn your back on me baby, | |
Yes, don't turn your back on me baby, stop messin' around with your tricks. | |
Don't turn your back on me baby, 'cause you just might pick up my magic sticks. | |
You got your spell on me baby, you got your spell on me baby, | |
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby, turnin' my heart into stone. | |
I need you so bad, magic woman, I can't leave you alone. | |
| Am |
| Yes, I need you so bad; I need you, darlin'; I need you, darlin'. |
Yes, I want you to love me; I want you to love me. Oh, Yeah! Oh-oh, yeah; | |
Yes, I need your love; Oh, I need your love so bad, I need your love... | |
20. Lover Lover Lover
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: New Skin for the Old Ceremony (1974)
| Bm | Em | Bm |
| I asked my | father, I said, "Father change my | name." |
| Em | Bm |
The one I'm u | sing now it's covered up with fear and filth and cowardice and | shame. |
| G | D |
Yes and | lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come | back to me, |
| G | D |
yes and | lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come | back to me. |
| D | Em | Bm |
| He said, "I | locked you in this body,I meant it as a kind of | trial. |
| Em | Bm |
You can | use it for a weapon, or to make some woman | smile." |
| G | D |
Yes and | lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come | back to me, |
| G | D |
yes and | lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come | back to me. |
| D | Em | Bm |
| "Then let me | start again," I cried, "Please let me start a | gain. |
| Em | Bm |
I want a | face that's fair this time, I want a spirit that is | calm." |
| G | D |
Yes and | lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come | back to me, |
| G | D |
yes and | lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come | back to me. |
| D | Em | Bm |
| "I never | never turned aside," he said, "I never walked a | way. |
| Em | Bm |
It was | you who built the temple, it was you who covered up my | face." |
| G | D |
Yes and | lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come | back to me, |
| G | D |
yes and | lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come | back to me. |
| D | Em | Bm |
| And may the | spirit of this song, may it rise up pure and | free. |
| Em | Bm |
May it | be a shield for you, a shield against the ene | my. |
| G | D |
Yes and | lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come | back to me, |
| G | D |
yes and | lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come | back to me. |
21. First we Take Manhattan
Leonard Cohen
| Dm | Am |
They | sentenced me to twenty years of | boredom, |
| Dm | Am |
For | trying to change the system from | within. |
| Dm | Am |
I'm | coming now I'm coming to | reward them: |
| G | F | E | Am |
| First we take Man | hattan, | then we take Ber | lin. |
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens. I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin. | |
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons: First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. | |
| C | G | F |
I'd | really like to live beside you, | baby. | |
| C | Am |
I love your | body and your spirit and your | clothes, |
| C | Am |
But you | see that line there moving through the | station. |
| G | F | E | Am |
I | told you - I | told you - I | told you I was one of | those. |
You loved me as a loser but now you're worried that I just might win. | |
You know the way to stop me but you don't have the discipline. | |
How many nights I prayed for this: to let my work begin: | |
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. | |
I don't like your fashion business, mister. I don't like these drugs that keep you thin. | |
I don't like what happened to your sister: First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. | |
I'd really like to live beside you, baby. | |
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes. | |
But you see that line there moving through the station: | |
I told you - I told you - I told you I was one of those. | |
And I thank you for those items that you sent me. The monkey and the plywood violin. | |
I practiced every night and now I'm ready: First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. | |
Remember me, I used to live for music. Remember me, I brought your groceries in. | |
It's Father's Day and everybody's wounded: First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. | |
22. Albatross Again
Peter Green, text: Evert Jan Bouman
Albatross, on your wings sails a king, | |
Albatross, on your wings sails a king, | |
He offers you, he offers you | |
Your nightly halo from dusk to dawn, | |
Your nightly halo from dusk to dawn, | |
Makes the face of mother earth, face of mother earth, | |
it makes it frown, it makes it frown. | |
I want to see you with your eyes, | |
I want to see you with your eyes, | |
The Ocean surface, the Ocean surface, | |
I hear you speak and sing, | |
I hear you speak and sing | |
About a snow white angel, a snow white angel | |
With a coal black ring, a coal black ring. | |
Albatross, borrow me your wings, | |
Albatross, borrow me your wings. | |
Then my blue heart, my ocean blue heart, | |
hear, it sings, Lord, it sings. | |
Albatross, on your wings sails a king, | |
Albatross, on your wings sails a king,. | |
I see his eyes, his coal black eyes | |
In that golden ring, that golden ring. | |
23. The Guests
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: Recent Songs (1979)
| Em | D | C | D |
| One by one, | the guests arrive, | the guests are coming | through. |
| Em | D | C | E |
| The open-hearted m | any, | the broken-hearted | few. |
| A | D |
And | no one knows where the | night is going |
| A | D |
And | no one knows why the | wine is flowing |
| C |
| Oh love I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you |
| E7 | A |
| now - - I need you | now. |
And those who dance, begin to dance, those who weep begin | |
And "welcome, welcome" cries a voice "let all my guests come in." | |
And no one knows where the night is going | |
And no one knows why the wine is flowing | |
Oh love I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you | |
And all go stumbling through that house, in lonely secrecy | |
Saying "do reveal yourself", or "why has thou forsaken me? " | |
All at once, the torches flare, the inner door flies open | |
One by one, they enter there, in every style of passion | |
And here they take their sweet repast, while house and grounds dissolve | |
And one by one the guests are cast, beyond the garden wall | |
And those who dance, begin to dance, those who weep begin | |
Those who earnestly are lost, are lost and lost again | |
One by one, the guests arrive, the guests are coming through | |
The open-hearted many, the broken-hearted few | |
24. Green, Green Grass Of Home
Curly Putman / Tom Jones (1966)
| C | F | C |
The | old home town looks the same as I | step down from the | train, |
| C | G7 |
| And there to meet me is my mama and | papa. |
| C | C7 | F | F |
Down the | road I look and | there runs Mary, | hair of gold and | lips like cherries, |
| C | G | G7 | C | F | C |
It's | good to touch the | green, green | grass of | home. | | |
| C | C7 | F |
| Yes, they'll all come to | meet me, | arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly; |
| C | G | G7 | C | F | C |
It's | good to touch the | green, green | grass of | home. | | |
| C | F | C |
The | old house is still standing, though the | paint is cracked and | dry, |
| C | G7 |
| And there's that old oak tree that I used to | play on; |
| C | C7 | F |
Down the | lane I walk and with | my sweet Mary, | hair of gold an lips like cherries; |
| C | G | G7 | C | F | C |
it's | good to touch the | green, green | grass of | home. | | |
Then I awake and look around me, at the four gray walls that surround me; | |
And I realize that I was only dreaming. | |
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre. Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak, | |
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home. | |
| C | C7 | F |
| Yes, they'll all come to | see me in the | shade of that old oak tree; |
| C | G | G7 | C | F | C |
As they | lay me 'neath the | green, green | grass of | home. | | |
| intro: | |: | C | Dm | G | G7 | C | G | :| |
| | | Hu - | Hu - | Hu - | Hu - | Hu - | Hu. | |
25. Luise
Evert Jan Bouman
| C | Dm |
| Luise von der Kasse, - Ich | find' dich einfach Klasse, |
| G | G7 | C | G |
Dein ver | schmitztes Lächeln | im Ge | sicht. | |
| C | Dm |
Durch | deine ranke, schlanke Gestalt - Fühl | ich mich nicht mehr alt; |
| G | G7 | C |
Jedes | Wort ist leicht und | hat doch auch Ge | wicht. |
| F | C |
| Luise, Luise, eine | sanfte Frühlingsbrise |
| Dm | G | C | C7 |
Im | Herbst, mit dem | Winter oh so | nah. | |
| F | C |
| Luise, Luise, der | Duft der Sommerwiese, |
| Dm | E | G | E | C |
Seit ich | dich zum | ersten | Male | tanzen | sah, |
Aus deinen klaren Augen - Will ich dein Licht aufsaugen. | |
Deine Heiterkeit erfrischt mein müdes Herz. | |
Luise mein, vom ersten Tag, - Wusste ich dass ich dich mag. | |
Das ernste Wort entpuppt sich als ein Scherz. | |
Luise, Luise, eine sanfte Frühlingsbrise, | |
Im Herbst, mit dem Winter oh so nah. | |
Luise, Luise, der Duft der Sommerwiese, | |
Seit ich dich zum ersten Male tanzen sah, Cha Cha Cha. | |
Du bist jung und voller Kraft, - Stehst voll im Lebenssaft, | |
Schenkst mir davon in einem lieben Gruß. | |
Finden wir ein wenig Zeit - Für ein Stündchen nur zu zweit | |
Mit vielleicht einem Abschiedskuss zum Schluss. | |
Luise, Luise, eine sanfte Frühlingsbrise, | |
Im Herbst, mit dem Winter oh so nah. | |
Luise, Luise, der Duft der Sommerwiese, | |
Seit ich dich zum ersten Male tanzen sah, Cha Cha Cha. | |
26. St. James Infirmary (Gesang Jürgen)
trad.
| Em | Am | Em | C | B7 |
I went | down to | old Joe's | barroom, On the corner | by the | square. |
| Em | Am | Em | C | B7 | Em | Am |
Well, the | drinks were | served as | usual, And the | usual | crowd was | there, | |
| Em | B7 | Em |
And the | usual | crowd was | there. |
| Em | Am | Em | C | B |
In a | corner stood | old Joe Mc | Kennedy, His eyes all | bloodshot and | red. |
| Em | Am | Em | C | B7 | Em | Am |
He | turned to the | crowd a | round him, And | these were the | words he | said, | |
| Em | B7 | Em |
And | these were the | words he | said: |
| Em | Am | Em | C | B7 |
I | went to | St. James in | firmary, I saw my | baby | there. |
| Em | Am | Em |
She was | layed out on a | long white | table, |
| C | B7 | Em | Am | Em | B7 | Em |
So | sweet, so | cold, so | fair, | So | sweet, so | cold, so | fair! |
Went up to see the doctor, "She's very low," he said; | |
Went back to see my baby: | |
Good God! She's lying there dead! Good God! She's lying there dead! | |
"Let her go, let her go, God bless her, Wherever she may be! | |
She can search this wide world over, | |
And never find a man like me, And never find a man like me! | |
Well, if I die, please won't you bury me With my high top Stetson hat! | |
Put a twenty Dollar gold piece on my watchchain, | |
to let the boys know that I'm standing pat, to let the boys know that I'm standing pat! | |
Get six gamblers to carry my coffin, Let six pretty girls sing me a song! | |
Put a dixieland band behind my hearse wagon, | |
To raise Hell while they roll me along, To raise Hell while they roll me along | |
Now that's the end of my story; Let's have another round of booze | |
And if anyone should ask you: | |
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues, I've got the St. James Infirmary blues! | |
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,... | |
X:1
L:1/4
K:Em
E/2>G/2 | "Em"B B "Am"A A | "Em"G E2
w:I went down to old Joe's bar-room
E/2>G/2 | B B "C"e c | "B7"B3
w:On the cor-ner by the square
E/2>G/2 | "Em"B B "Am"A A | "Em"G E2
w:Well, the drinks were served as us-ual,
(E/2F/2) | "C"G (G/2E/2) ("B7"B/2A/2) G | "Em"E2 "Am"z
w:And the us-ual_ crowd_ was there.
(E/2F/2) | "Em"G (G/2E/2) ("B7"B,/2C/2) D | "Em"E3 |]
w:And the us-ual_ crowd_ was there.
27. Sunny Afternoon (Gesang Jürgen)
R. D. Davies / the Kinks: Face to Face (1966)
| Dm | C7 |
The | taxman's taken | all my dough, |
| F | C7 |
And | left me in my | stately home; |
| A | Dm |
| Lazin' on a sunny after | noon. |
| Dm | C7 |
| And I can't | sail my yacht, |
| F | C7 |
He's | taken every | thing I've got; |
| A | Dm |
| All I've got's this sunny after | noon. |
| D7 | G7 |
| Save me, save me, save me from this | greed, |
| C7 | F | A7 |
I got a big | fat mama tryin' to break | me. | |
| Dm | G7 |
And I | love to live so | pleasantly, |
| Dm | G7 | C7 |
| Live this life of | luxu | ry; |
| F | A7 | Dm |
| Lazin' on a | sunny after | noon - |
My girlfriend's run off with my car, | |
And gone back to her ma and pa; | |
Tellin' tales of drunkenness and cruelty. | |
Sippin' at my ice-cooled beer; | |
Lazing on a sunny afternoon. | |
Help me, help me, help me sail away. | |
Who give me two good reasons why I are to stay? | |
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly - Live this life of luxury; | |
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon - In the summertime, | |
Save me, save me, save me from this greed. | |
I got a big fat mama, tryin' to break me; | |
And I love to live so pleasantly - Live this life of luxury; | |
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon - In the summertime - | |
28. I Wanna Dance (Tock Tock)
Evert Jan Bouman
| | | E | | | | | | | | | A | | | | |
| | | / / / / | |/ / / / | |/ / / / | |/ / / / | | | / / / / | |/ / / / | | |
| | | E | | | | | B7 | | | A7 | | | E | | | B7 | | |
| | | / / / / | |/ / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | |
29. Das Lied der betenden Witwe
Evert Jan Bouman
| Am | G | Am |
| Hörst du die Glocken, meine | Liebe? Sie | rufen! |
| G | Am |
Die alten Witwen, sie | eilen her | bei. |
| G | F | E |
Sie gehen auf die | Knie, vergessen | nie zu beten; - Auch für uns | zwei. |
| Am | G | Am |
Hörst du die | Glocken, meine | Liebe? Sie | läuten! |
| G | Am |
Die alten Witwen, sie | sind schon da | bei; |
| G | F |
Sie haben manches ge | sehen, können nicht alles ver | stehen, |
| E |
Doch sie wissen: Die Liebe macht | frei. |
| Am | Dm | Am | Dm | | Am |
Es ist das | Lied der | betenden | Witwe, das überwindet, | | was | quält. |
| G | F |
Es ist die Menschlich | keit - die die Wunden | heilt. |
| E | Am | G | Am |
Und die letztendlich | zählt, Weil sie das | Lied der | Witwe be | seelt. |
Hörst du die Stimmen der scheinbaren Kleinen | |
Die flüstern in jeder Nacht? | |
Die haben niemals zerstört - und wer sie hört - Dem hat es Hoffnung gebracht. | |
Hörst du die Stimmen der stillen Streiter | |
die sich nicht beugen für Zwang oder Hass? | |
Sie haben nur eins im Sinn, nicht den baren Gewinn | |
Und nicht nur den billigen Spaß. | |
Es ist das Lied der betenden Witwe, ... | |
Hörst du die Herzen, meine Liebe? Sie schlagen | |
Den Rhythmus zum ewigen Tanz. | |
Für dich und für mich, nicht nur für sich, - Und nicht nur für Firlefanz. | |
Hörst du die Witwen, meine Liebe? Sie singen | |
Nicht für Ruhm, nicht für Applaus. | |
Doch mit dem himmlischen Preis gehen sie leis' - In Frieden wieder nach Haus'. | |
Es ist das Lied der betenden Witwe, ... | |
a) Am G | Am | Am G | Am | Am G | G F | F | F | E
b) Am Dm | Am | Am Dm | Am | Am G | G F | F | E | Am G | Am
|: Strophe: a,a
Refrain: b (Jürgen 2.Stimme hoch)
a :|
Solo: a,a
R: b,b
Rumba gitano - un,dos,tres=>Schluss
30. Dance Me To The End Of Love
Leonard Cohen
| |: | | Cm | | Gm | | :| | |: | | D7/A | | Gm | | :| |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| Cm | Gm |
| Dance me to your beauty with a | burning violin |
| Cm | Gm |
| Dance me through the panic 'til I'm | gathered safely in |
| Cm | Gm |
| Lift me like an olive branch and | be my homeward dove |
| |: | D7/A | Gm | :| | Cm | | Gm | | D7/A | | Gm | |
| |: | Dance me to the end of | love | :| | | | | | | | | |
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone | |
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon | |
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of | |
Dance me to the end of love, Dance me to the end of love. | |
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on | |
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long | |
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above | |
Dance me to the end of love, Dance me to the end of love. | |
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born | |
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn | |
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn | |
Dance me to the end of love | |
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin | |
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in | |
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove | |
| |: | D7/A | Gm | :| 3x |
| |: | Dance me to the end of | love. | :| |
31. Bi- ba- bipolare Störung
Evert Jan Bouman
| D | A | D | A |
Ich hab' 'ne | bi- ba- bi-polare | Störung - Und ich bin | schi- scha- schizoaffek | tiv. |
| D | A |
Man nennt das | Di- Da- Doppeldiag | nose, |
| |: | | Bm | G | A | :| |
| |: | Jedoch ich | bin nicht | ga- ga- agres | siv. | :| |
Der Psychiater spielt mit dem Computer, - Ich glaub' ihm fehlt einfach der gute Rat. | |
Was er verschreiben will, oh ja, das tut er; | |
|: Er sieht in mir nur den Psychopath'. :| | |
Mit dem Rezept geh ich dann zum Apotheker, - Er liest und denkt: "Der Typ, der ist verrückt." | |
Doch er lebt auch von den Verrückten; | |
|: Ich bin verrückt, er ist entzückt. :| | |
Er greift im Schub' neben der Kasse, - Taschentücher und ein bunter Stift. | |
Auch die Brillenputzer find' ich Klasse, | |
|: Ich gehe heim mit einer Tüte voller Gift. :| | |
Dann schluck ich die bunten, runden Pillen; - Für ein paar Stunden bin ich dann normal. | |
Ich gehe 'rum wie ein Zombie ohne Willen | |
|: Dank Ratiopharm und Dank Hexal. :| | |
Auch Alkohol sollte ich jetzt meiden, - Früh ins Bett und früh aufstehen. | |
Doch ich kann den Therapeut' nicht leiden, | |
|: Ich glaub er ist auch selber schizophren. :| | |
Ich schlafe durch und habe nicht mal Träume, - Mein kleiner Freund der ist fast impotent. | |
Ich hab' keine Kraft mehr um mich aufzubäumen, | |
|: Es reicht nicht mal für einen kleinen One-Night-Stand. :| | |
Ja ich bin mi- mo- manisch depressiv - Und ich schmeisse meine Pillen in die Ruhr. | |
Ja ich bin schi- scha- schizoaffektiv, - |: Doch ich will das Leben pur. :| | |
Ich sitze da und denke "Pustekuchen, - Ich will, weiss Gott, kein Normalo sein. | |
Soll der Teufel mich nochmal versuchen, - |: Gib mir Gesang mit Weibern und mit Wein." :| | |
| ( | Ab | ) |
| ( Akkor | deon Solo | ) |
Vier Wochen später, ihr könnt es leicht erraten, - War ich wieder in der Psychiatrie. | |
Zwischen den Kollegen Psychopathen, - Ohne die Pillen schaffe ich es nie; | |
Ich glaub' sie sind meine Dauertherapie. - Ich sage "Ja" zu der Chemie | |
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32. Locomotive Breath - Gesang Jürgen
Ian Anderson / Jethro Tull: Aqualung (1971)
| |: | Em | G | D | Em | :| |
| x x x x x x x x x | / / / / | / | / | / | |
| Em | Em | | | G | | D | | Em |
| In the shuffling madness | | | | | | | | |
| Em | Em | | | G | | D | | Em |
| Of Locomotive Breath. | | | | | | | | |
| Em | Em | | | G | | D | | B |
| Runs the all-time loser | | | | | | | | |
| B | B | | D | | Em |
| Headlong to his death. | | | | | |
| Em | Em | | | G | | D | | Em |
| Oh! He feels the pistons scraping, | | | | | | | | |
| Em | Em | | | G | | D | |
| Steam Breaking on his brow: | | | | | | | |
| G | A | B | D | A | B |
Old | Charlie stole the | handle - And the | train, it | won't | stop | going: |
| B | A | G | Em |
| no way | to | slow | down. |
He sees his children jumping off | |
His woman and his best friend | |
Oh! He's crawling down the corridor, | |
Old Charlie stole the handle - And the train, it won't stop going: | |
He hears the silence howling | |
Catches angels as they fall. | |
Has got him by the balls. | |
Oh he picks up gideon's Bible | |
I thank God he stole the handle - And the train, it won't stop going: | |
33. Widder
Evert Jan Bouman
| C | Am | Dm | G |
| Widder, wetze deine | Hörner, | Widder, zaghaft geht nicht | mehr. |
| C | Am | Dm | G |
| Geballt, gebückt, kräftig | stoßen, Al | leine vorwärts ohne | Heer. |
| C | Am | Dm | G |
| Du, du, du kannst dich nicht ver | stecken, Die | Zeit tickt weiter, fließt und | fließt. |
| C | Am | Dm | G |
| Kein Zurück mehr, | vorwärts, Widder, Das | frische Gras sprießt und | sprießt. |
| F | C | F | C |
| Merke, Widder, | aus der Stille, | Wird der Angriff | dir gelingen. |
| F | C | G | - | C | G |
| Wider deinen | Widderwillen Kann kein | Stroh | mann dich be | zwingen. | |
Auch wenn sie deine Wolle scheren, deinen Schutz dir rauben, deine Saat, | |
Sei dir bewusst, du kannst dich wehren, du bist ein Widder, kein Kastrat. | |
Die Schlächter, Widder, wollen schlachten, Wollen dich als Osterlamm. | |
Widder, wetze deine Hörner, Rüste dich und stehe stramm. | |
Merke, Widder, aus der Stille Wird der Angriff dir gelingen. | |
Wider deinen Widderwillen Kann kein Strohmann dich bezwingen. | |
Fresse, Widder, du brauchst Nahrung, Nein, kein Käfig, keine Stäbe; | |
Wiese, Felder, Wald und Lichtung, Sag nicht dass es das nicht gäbe. | |
April, April, Osterglocken, Auferstehung, Widder stehe. | |
Wenn sie schreien: Leg dich, hocke! Sprich dann stille: Nein, ich gehe. | |
Merke, Widder, aus der Stille Wird der Angriff dir gelingen. | |
Wider deinen Widderwillen Kann kein Strohmann dich bezwingen. | |
34. Tower of Song
Leonard Cohen/Leonard Cohen: I'm your Man (1988)
| G |
Well my | friends are gone and my hair is grey, |
I ache in the places where I used to play, | |
| C | G |
And I'm | crazy for love but I'm not coming | on. |
| D | C | G |
I'm just | paying my rent every | day - In the Tower of | Song. |
I said to Hank Williams: How lonely does it get? | |
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet. | |
But I hear him coughing all night long. | |
A hundred floors above me - In the Tower of Song. | |
I was born like this, I had no choice. | |
I was born with the gift of a golden voice, | |
And twenty-seven angels from the Great beyond, | |
They tied me to this table right here - In the Tower of Song. | |
So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll. | |
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all. | |
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong. | |
They don't let a woman kill you, not - In the Tower of Song. | |
Now you can say that I've grown bitter, but of this you may be sure: | |
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor, | |
And there's a mighty judgement coming. But I may be wrong: | |
You see, you hear these funny voices - In the Tower of Song. | |
| Em | D |
| I see you standing on the | other side. |
| Em | D |
| I don't know how the river | got so wide. |
| C | G |
I | loved you, baby, way back | when, |
| Em | D |
| And all the bridges are burning that we | might have crossed. |
| Em | D |
| But I feel so close to everything | that we lost, |
| C | D |
We'll | never have to lose it a | gain. |
I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back. | |
They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track. | |
But You'll be hearing from me, baby, Long after I'm gone. | |
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window - In the Tower of Song. | |
35. Joan of Arc
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: Songs of Love and Hate (1971)
| G | D |
| Now the flames they followed Joan of | Arc |
| C | G |
| As she came riding through the | dark. |
| A | D |
| No moon to keep her | armour bright, |
| A | G | D |
No | man to get her through t | his (dark and) very smoky night. | |
She said, "I'm tired of the war. | |
I want the kind of work I had before, | |
A wedding dress or something white | |
To wear upon my swollen appetite." | |
| D/A | | D | Am |
| | La | la la, la la la, la la la la la | la, |
| | | C | G | D | G |
| | La la la la la | la, la la la la la | la, | la la la la la | la. |
Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way, | |
You know I've watched you riding every day. | |
And something in me yearns to win | |
Such a cold and lonesome heroine. | |
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke | |
To the one beneath the smoke. | |
"Why, I'm fire," he replied | |
"And I love your solitude, I love your pride." - La la la... | |
"Then fire, make your body cold | |
I'm going to give you mine to hold," | |
Saying this she climbed inside | |
To be his one, to be his only bride. | |
And deep into his fiery heart | |
He took the dust of Joan of Arc. | |
And high above the wedding guests | |
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress. - La la la... | |
It was deep into his fiery heart | |
He took the dust of Joan of Arc. | |
And then she clearly understood: | |
If he was fire, oh then she must be wood. | |
I saw her wince, I saw her cry, | |
I saw the glory in her eye. | |
Myself I long for love and light, | |
But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright? - La la la... | |
36. Das Fundament der Liebe
Text: Christiane Lauf, Musik: Evert Jan Bouman
| Gmaj7 | Am6 | Gmaj7 | Am6 |
| Das Fundament der | Liebe, | ist Aufrichtig | keit. |
| Gmaj7 | Am6 | Gmaj7 | Am6 |
| Das Fundament der | Liebe, | Ehrlichkeit zu | Zweit. |
| Gmaj7 | Am6 | Gmaj7 | Am6 |
| Das Fundament der | Liebe, | die Treue gibt ihm | Kraft. |
| |: | C | Bdim | E | E7/D | C | B | Am | :| |
| |: Für | Dich und | mich‚ so | dass | es | Freu | de | schafft. | :| |
| C | Am | C | Am |
| So werden wir ver | suchen - | Auf diesem Fundament zu | bauen. |
| C | Am |
| Wir setzen Stein auf | Stein. |
| |: | E | E7/D | C | B | Am | :| |
| |:Die | Lie | be | schafft | Ver | trauen. | :| |
| C | Am | C | Am |
| Also werden wir ver | suchen, - | Auf diesem Fundament zu | bauen. |
| C | Am |
| Während wir heiter und ver | bunden, |
| |: | E | E7/D | C | B | Am | :| |
| |:Uns | in | die | Au | gen | schauen. | :| |
Ja dann sehen wir mehr, erleben Neue Welt. | |
Die Verlockung drängt sich auf, doch die Verlockung fällt. | |
Der quälende Gedanke, hält nicht lange stand. | |
Nichts wird mehr entzweit, wir haben es erkannt. | |
Auf dem Fundament der Liebe, tanzend Hand in Hand. | |
So werden wir versuchen, - Auf diesem Fundament zu bauen. | |
Wir setzen Stein auf Stein. | |
Die Liebe schafft Vertrauen, - Die Liebe schafft Vertrauen. | |
Also werden wir versuchen, - auf diesem Fundament zu bauen. | |
Während wir heiter und verbunden, | |
Uns in die Augen schauen, - Uns in die Augen schauen. | |
Albatross Again | 22 |
Am Strand von Duisburg | 16 |
Bi- ba- bipolare Störung | 31 |
Bird on the Wire | 11 |
Black Magic Woman | 19 |
Dance Me To The End Of Love | 30 |
Das Fundament der Liebe | 36 |
Das Lied der betenden Witwe | 29 |
First we Take Manhattan | 21 |
Green, Green Grass Of Home | 24 |
Hey Joe | 5 |
Hoochie Coochie Man | 8 |
I Wanna Dance (Tock Tock) | 28 |
I'm A Stranger Here | 7 |
Ich will leben | 18 |
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue (Gesang: Michael) | 13 |
Joan of Arc | 35 |
Johnny B. Goode | 12 |
Kopf Hoch | 10 |
Locomotive Breath - Gesang Jürgen | 32 |
Lover Lover Lover | 20 |
Luise | 25 |
Ring of Fire | 1 |
Rockin' All Over The World | 15 |
Samba pa Ti | 4 |
Save The Last Dance For Me | 6 |
School's Out | 3 |
St. James Infirmary (Gesang Jürgen) | 26 |
Sunny Afternoon (Gesang Jürgen) | 27 |
Suzanne | 9 |
The Guests | 23 |
The Wind Cries Mary | 14 |
Tonight Will be Fine | 17 |
Tower of Song | 34 |
Widder | 33 |
Wovon Ich singe | 2 |
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