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1. 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. | |
2. 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... | |
3. Cornelia
Text: Evert Jan Bouman, Musik: Tilmann Godau
| | | A | | | | F#m | | | | Bm | | | | E | | | | - | | | | A | | | C# | | | | C#7 | | | F#m |
| | (int | ro) | | | | | | | | | | | | Cor | - | nelia, | | | | | der Wind erzählt von dir und | | mir, |
| | | D | | | | Bm | F#m | | | E |
| | | Wo | | doch der Herbst des | Lebens in uns | | weilt. |
| | | E7 | | | A | | | C# | | | | C#7 | | | F#m |
| | Cor | - | nelia, | | | | | die Nacht gebärt der Morgen | | glut, |
| | | A | | | | D | E | | | A | | |
| | | Die | | Liebe stimmt uns | froh, so dass sie | | heilt. | |
| | | A | | | C# | | | C#7 | | | F#m |
Cor | - | nelia, wir steigen | | ein, | | manchmal ein wenig | | schief, |
| | | D | | | Bm | F#m | | | E | | | E7 |
| | In den | | Chor, der seit dem | Paradies | | erklingt. | | |
| | | A | | | C# | | | C#7 | | | F#m |
Ich | | sage es im Lied, | | | | ich kann es nicht im | | Brief, |
| | | A | | | D | E | | | F | | | F | G |
| | Weil meine | | Seele im | Reim um Schönheit | | ringt. | | | |
| | | C | | | Am | | | Dm | Bb | | | G | G7 |
Cor | - | nelia, | | vielleicht spürst du es auch, Dass | | seit der Stunde | als wir uns ge | - | sehen, | |
| | | C | | | Am |
Der | | dunkle Staub verweht und | | nur der weiße Rauch |
| | | Dm | Bb | | | G | | | E7 |
Uns von | | neuem lehrt das | Leben zu ver | - | stehen. | | |
| | | A | | | C# | | | C#7 | | | F#m |
Cor | - | nelia, | | | | der Weg, den ich alleine | | ging, |
| | | D | | | Bm | F#m | | | E | | | E7 |
| | War | | doch für uns | beide stets be | - | stimmt. | | |
| | | A | | | C# | | | C#7 | | | F#m |
Die | | Liebe, ach du | | Mond, | | sie ist ein zauberhaftes | | Ding, |
| | | A | | | D | E | | | F | | | F | G |
| | Sie | | gibt während sie | auch das ihre | | nimmt. | | | |
| | | C | | | Am | | | Dm | Bb | | | G | G7 |
Cor | - | nelia, wer weiß, vielleicht | | spürst du es auch, Dass | | seit der Stunde | als wir uns ge | - | sehen, | |
| | | C | | | Am |
Der | | dunkle Staub verweht und | | nur der weiße Rauch |
| | | Dm | Bb | | | G | E7 |
Uns von | | neuem lehrt das | Leben zu ver | - | stehen. | |
| | | Am | | | F | | | Dm | Bb | | | G | E7 |
Cor | - | nelia, plötzlich | | warst du da, Deine | | Augen zogen | mich in ihren | | Bann. | |
| | | Am | | | F | | | Dm | Bb | | | G | E7 |
Cor | - | nelia, völlig | | unverhofft, Da | | warst du einfach | Frau, ich einfach | | Mann. | |
| | | F | | | G | | | A | | | A | - |
Ja, | | du warst einfach Frau | | und ich war einfach | | Mann. | | | |
| solo: | | | A | | | C# | | | C#7 | | | F#m | | | D | | | Bm | | F#m | | | E | | | E7 | | | A | | | C# | | | C#7 | | | F#m | | | A | | | D | | E | | | A |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| | | A | | | C# | | | C#7 | | | F#m |
Cor | - | nelia, wir werden | | siegen, | | die Herzen schlagen im gleichen | | Takt, |
| | | D | | | Bm | F#m | | | E | | | E7 |
| | Das ver | - | lorene ist | endlich wieder | | da. | | |
| | | A | | | C# | | | C#7 | | | F#m |
Was al | - | leine viel zu | | schwer ist, | | das wird gemeinsam ange | - | packt, |
| | | A | | | D | E | | | A |
| | Das | | Leben will von | uns ein klares | | Ja! |
| |: | F#m | | | | Bm | | | E | | | A | :| | F#m | | | Bm | | | E | | | F | | | F | | G | | | A | | |
| | | Das | | Leben will von | | uns ein klares | | Ja! | | | | Cor | - | neli | - | a! | | | | Corneli | - | a! | |
4. 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. | |
5. 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
6. Die Sehenden erblinden
Text: Evert Jan Bouman / Musik: H.-Jürgen Godau, Tilmann Godau
| Am | Em |
Die | namenlosen Kinder | wälzen sich im Dreck, |
| Dm | Am |
Die | Augen schimmern matt, zu viel ge | sehen. |
| Am | Em |
Sie | war'n kaum da, da war die | Kindheit auch schon weg, |
| Dm | Am |
Sie | versuchen dumpf die Eltern zu ver | steh'n. |
| Am | Em |
Der | Kampf ums nackte Dasein, die | Mutter und ihr Kind, |
| Dm | Am |
Papa | raubt und mordet für seinen | Gott. |
| Am | Em |
| Mama steht gerade im | Sturm und Gegenwind |
| Dm | G | C | E7 |
Und | erntet dafür | auch noch Hohn und | Spott. | |
| Am | E |
Die | Sehenden erblinden, die | Toten wollen die Macht, |
| G | C | E7 |
Die | Taubstummen zerbrüllen jedes | Lied. | |
| Am | E |
Auf dem | rechten Auge blind, wird das | Heiligtum bewacht, |
| G | C | C |
Während das | linke Auge nur sich selber | sieht. | |
Ein Jüngling wird erschossen, die Haut nicht hell genug; | |
Das Mädchen wird verstümmelt, Blut und Rost. | |
Viel zu laut geschrien ein-gepeitschter Lug und Trug. | |
Draußen ist es Sommer, drinnen Frost. | |
Die hölzern' Marionetten, sie mimen: alles klar. | |
Keiner hat noch selber echt gedacht. | |
Millionenfach gelogen ist immer noch nicht wahr, | |
Der Ducker zahlt dem König seine Macht. | |
Die Sehenden erblinden, die Toten wollen die Macht, | |
Die Taubstummen zerbrüllen jedes Lied. | |
Auf dem rechten Auge blind, wird das Heiligtum bewacht, | |
Während das linke Auge nur sich selber sieht. | |
| | | Am | | | Em | | | Dm | | | Am | | | Am | | | Em | | | Dm | | | Am | | | | | | Am | | | E | | | G | | | C | E7 | | | Am | | | E | | | G | | | C | | | B |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| | | Em | | | Bm | | | Am | | | Em | | | Em | | | Bm | | | D | | | G | B7 | | | | | | Em | | | B | | | D | | | G | B7 | | | Em | | | B | | | D | | | G | | | G |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| Em | Bm |
Der | König heißt Pilatus, wäscht die | Hände frei von Schuld, |
| Am | Em |
Tritt mit den | Füßen voller Dreck immer nach | unten. |
| Em | Bm |
Der | Schwache wird bespuckt, der | Starke bekommt Huld |
| D | G | G7 |
Und er | zündet seine unsichtbare | Lunte. | |
| C | B7 |
Die Amsel | singt auf dem Rollstuhl im | Flur vom Flüchtlingsheim, |
| Am | Em |
Der | Zimmermann hält grade Mittags | ruh. |
| Em | B7 |
Den | Zorn der in ihm hochkommt er | stickt er schon im Keim |
| D | G | B7 |
Und er | zieht betrübt den Vorhang wieder | zu. | |
| Em | B |
Die | Sehenden erblinden, die | Toten wollen die Macht, |
| D | G | B7 |
Die | Taubstummen zerbrüllen jedes | Lied. | |
| Em | B |
Auf dem | rechten Auge blind, wird das | Heiligtum bewacht, |
| D | G |
Während das | linke Auge nur sich selber | sieht. |
7. 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. | |
8. 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. | |
| intro: | |: | C | Dm | G | G7 | C | G | :| |
| | | Hu - | Hu - | Hu - | Hu - | Hu - | Hu. | |
9. 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. | |
10. Schmetterling
Evert Jan Bouman
| C |
| Schmetterling, du Schmetterling, |
Du farbenfrohes Buntluftding. | |
| G | C |
Der | Wind trägt dich über Wasser und | Erde; |
Gib nicht auf, nein, bleib dabei. | |
| G | C |
Die | Sonne wiegt dich zwischen "Stirb" und " | Werde". |
| F | C |
Ja, | du schwebst klar von Blau nach | Rot. |
| F | C |
Ja, | du bleibst wahr bis der | Tod |
| G7 | C |
Dir sagt: Bis | hier, Regenbogen, | Blumentier! |
Verwandle dich im Sonnenlicht | |
Bis eine Raupe sich verkriecht. | |
Verborgen ruht er, um sich zu entfalten, | |
Schmetterling, du Schmetterling. | |
Geschlossen hat sich dann der Ring | |
Und Schönheit lässt sich in den Farben walten. | |
Ja, du schwebst klar von Blau nach Rot. | |
Ja, du bleibst wahr bis der Tod | |
Dir sagt: Vorbei, Bi-Ba-Butterfly! | |
Du tanzt zu dem Akkordeon | |
Und ich begleite dich im Walzertakt. | |
Tanze weiter, bleib dabei, | |
Ermunt're uns im bunten Liebesakt. | |
Ja, du schwebst klar von Blau nach Rot. | |
Ja, du bleibst wahr bis der Tod | |
Ja, du schwebst klar von Blau nach Rot. | |
Ja, du bleibst wahr bis der Tod | |
Dir sagt: Bis hier, Regenbogen Blumentier! | |
C C C C G G C C
F F C C G - C
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11. 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. | |
12. Witten, oh Witten
Evert Jan Bouman
| C | | C | F | C |
| | Die | Zeit macht große Schritte und | bleibt für dich nicht | stehen. |
| Dm | G |
Und einige, oh Witten, die | will ich mit dir | gehen. |
| C | F | C |
Die | Zeit macht große Schritte und | macht vor dir nicht | Halt; |
| Dm | G |
Und trotzdem, oh Witten, bist du | immer noch nicht | alt. |
| F | C |
| Du bist frisch, du bist stark und | immer noch in Schwung. |
| F | C | G | C |
| Witten, oh | Witten; im | Herzen ewig | jung. |
| F | C | G | C |
| Witten, oh | Witten; im | Herzen ewig | jung. |
Einst bauten die Germanen hier eine Siedlung an der Ruhr, | |
Sie jagten und sie fischten, ganz Eins mit der Natur. | |
Und wo jetzt das Rathaus steht, bauten sie aus gelbem Lehm | |
Eine Bleibe für das Oberhaupt, er machte es sich bequem. | |
Und aus der Vergangenheit mach ich jetzt einen Sprung | |
Nach |: Witten, oh Witten, im Herzen ewig jung. :| | |
Du ruhst an der Ruhr, doch schlafen tust du nicht. | |
Die Menschen, die hier leben, ja, die sind dein Gesicht. | |
Sie lachen und sie tanzen nicht nur am Wochenend', | |
Du bist zwar groß, dochg klein genug, so dass man sich noch kennt. | |
Wir schaffen immer Neues, nicht nur Erinnerung, | |
In |: Witten, oh Witten, im Herzen ewig jung. :| | |
Du locktest viele Menschen an mit Kohle und mit Stahl | |
Und heut' mit deiner Uni, nicht nur anno dazumal. | |
Aus aller Herren Länder, aus jeder Religion. | |
Jede Frau ist wie Deine Tochter, jeder Mann ist wie Dein Sohn. | |
Für Fremdenhass gibt's keinen Platz, keine Entschuldigung, | |
In |: Witten, oh Witten, im Herzen ewig jung. :| | |
Wir schaffen fröhlich weiter, du Perle an der Ruhr. | |
Mal ernst und manchmal heiter, so wie das Leben pur. | |
Eine Heimat für die Kinder, für die Alten jetzt und hier, | |
So dass sie würdig leben, eine Heimat im revier. | |
Der eine macht 'nen kleinen Schritt, der and're einen Sprung, | |
In |: Witten, oh Witten, im Herzen ewig jung. :| | |
Ich war in London und Paris und in Jerusalem, | |
Ich war in Kopenhagen, ich war in Amsterdam. | |
Ich zog durch die Dörfer, eine Heimat fand ich nicht, | |
Außer in Dir, Witten, weil du meine Sprache sprichst. | |
Von Holland oder Dortmund ist es ein Katzensprung | |
Nach |: Witten, oh Witten, im Herzen ewig jung. :| | |
13. On a Beautiful Day
Evert Jan Bouman
14. Ein Marmeladenbrot
Evert Jan Bouman
| Am | G |
Ein | Marmeladenbrot begrüßt mich | in den neuen Tag, |
| F | G | Am |
Der | alte, kaum ver | daut, gleitet jetzt | ab. |
| Am | G |
Ich | schau' aus meinem Fenster, was auch | immer kommen mag: |
| F | G | Am |
Ich | bin bereit, doch | komme nicht in | Trab. |
| Dm | Am |
| Autos sind unterwegs, ich | mein' von Hü nach Hott. |
| Dm | Am | | E7 |
Sie | brummen ihren Dreck in mein Re | vier, | | |
| Dm | Am |
Sie | mahnen mich: Sei wachsam, sonst ver | schlingt dich noch der Trott. |
| F | E | Am |
Geh deinen | Weg oder | bleibe einfach | hier. |
| C | G | G7 |
Das | kann doch so nicht weitergehen! Sagt | mir dann mein Ver | stand. |
| F | G | C | G |
Du hast doch | alles, was ein | Mensch so | braucht, | |
| C | G | G7 |
| Schreite heiter weiter, nimm dein | Leben in die | Hand; |
| F | G | C | G |
Ge | nug bist du ge | rädert und ge | schlaucht. | |
| C | G | G7 |
| Genug geklagt, genug gestöhnt, ge | nug nun lamen | tiert. |
| F | G | C | G |
Genug | rotiert um | immer einen | Punkt. | |
| C | G | G7 |
| Genug hast du dein Schicksal mit | Mühsal kommen | tiert, |
| F | G | C | C/B | Am |
Genug vom | Grau, werde | endlich wieder | bunt. | | |
Ein Schritt, ein Tritt, der Schweinehund schnarcht lässig vor sich hin. | |
Vollgefressen, ohne Lust und Last; | |
Ich rüttle mich und schüttle mich, suche wieder nach dem Sinn | |
Und säge unbewusst an meinem Ast. | |
Vom halb zersägten Ast schau ich, ohne was zu sehen, | |
Mich um in der Welt die mich umringt. | |
Alles spricht, ich hör' es nicht, kann wieder nichts verstehen. | |
Blind und taub für was der Tag mir bringt. | |
Das kann doch so nicht weitergehen... | |
Ich lass' mich 'runterfallen und gehe dann gebückt | |
Mein' Stolpergang durch den Schlamm und den Dreck. | |
Und was auch immer mir zulacht, es gibt nichts was mich entzückt. | |
Ich zieh' mich nur zurück in mein Versteck. | |
Die Vöglein sind am zwitschern, der Schmetterling, der tanzt, | |
Ich spüre nur den Schmerz in meiner Brust | |
Und wenn die Sonne strahlt, es gibt für mich keinen Glanz | |
Ich lab' mich nur an meinem Frust. | |
Das kann doch so nicht weitergehen!...endlich wieder bunt. | |
| F | G | 3/4 | F | G | A | E | F | | C |
Genug vom | Grau, werde | endlich wieder | (kind | er | kar | uss | ell | ) | | bunt. |
15. My Brother (He's a Spiderman Fan)
Evert Jan Bouman (2016)
| E |
My | brother ain't a donkey, - He's a lion in the dark. |
| A |
My | brother ain't a monkey - He's a giant white shark. |
| A | F#m | G#m |
| He's a | Spiderman fan, - He's a | Spiderman fan. |
| A | B7 |
From | mamma's baby boy child - To | daddy's old wise man. |
A crocodile for breakfast, - A lady in the night. | |
White snow in the summer, - The hell of a friend at my side. | |
He's a Spiderman fan, - He's a Spiderman fan. | |
From mamma's baby boy child - To daddy's old wise man. | |
He french fries a blue whale - With the tail of a rattlesnake. | |
His heart is made to heal, - So he never takes a break. | |
He's a Spiderman fan, - He's a Spiderman fan. | |
From mamma's baby boy child - To daddy's old wise man. | |
My brother first saw the light - In nineteen-fifty-eight. | |
He's the father of two children - And his love is never late. | |
He's a Spiderman fan, - He's a Spiderman fan. | |
And with a lady in his heart - He becomes a schoolboy once again. | |
| E |
| (He's a Spiderman fan and the hell of a friend) |
16. 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. | |
17. Grüße an Lydie
Musik: Michael Machnik, Text: Evert Jan Boumann
"Laissez faire - mon Ami" | |
Schick meine Grüße an Lydie, so was schönes sah ich nie. | |
Sie spielte auf zum Tanz - am Strand der Normandie. | |
Die blonden Locken in der Sonn', an ihrem Bauch Akkordeon. | |
Die Möwen tanzten Tango - im Takt von ihrem Chanson. | |
Ohne zu Rasten - auf den Perlmutttasten | |
Gleiten die Finger wie die Wellen - auf und ab. | |
Oh, die Wunderschöne - verschenkte ihre Töne | |
Sodass mein Herz - sich ihrer Kunst ergab. | |
Ich konnte mich erheben, so wie die Möwen schweben. | |
Muscheln kitzelten meine Füße - im warmen Sand. | |
Später auf der Bühne - brachte dann die Kühne | |
Manch alten Mann - wie mich um den Verstand. | |
Schick meine Grüße an Lydie - die Königin der Melodie. | |
Sie spielte auf zum Tanz - am Strand der Normandie. | |
Die blonden Locken in der Sonn', an ihrem Bauch Akkordeon. | |
Die Möwen tanzten Tango - im Takt von ihrem Chanson. | |
Schick meine Grüße an Lydie! | |
18. Die Amsel
Text: Evert Jan Bouman, Musik: Michael Machnik
| Bm | Bm9 | F#m | G |
| Heute Morgen | sang die Amsel | ihren Psa- | alm, |
| Em | E7 | Am | C#7 | F#m | D |
| Worte | brauchte | sie wie | immer | nicht. | |
| Bm | Bm9 | F#m | G |
Mein | Herz das wuchs und | wurde feder | leicht und | warm |
| Em | E7 | Am | C#7 | F#m | D |
| Und ich | sah die | Welt aus | ihrer | Sicht. | |
| C | C7 | Bb | F7 |
| Oben bleibt | oben und | unten bleibt bei | mir, |
| Cm | Fm | Bb7 | Cm |
| Ein Nebel | schleier um | hüllte meine | Brust. |
| Eb | Fm |
Ich | tauchte ein in ihrem Luft- und | Licht-Revier |
| Ab | B | Bb |
Und er | kannte was ich | immer schon ge | wusst. |
| Ebm | Ab | Db | Db7 | Gb |
Mein | Kopf war frei | mit | wonnig | warmen | Füßen, |
| B | B7 | F | Bbm | Bb7 |
In | meiner | Mitte | ruhte mild der | Sinn. | |
| Ebm | Ab | Db | Db7 | Gb |
Sie be | stellte mi- | ir | König | Davids | Grüße, |
| B | B7 | F | G | G7 |
| Diese | Grüße wurden | mir zum Hauptge | winn. | |
| Bm | Bm9 | F#m | G |
| Ein letzter | Ton und sie | spreizte ihre | Flügel, |
| Em | E7 | Am | C#7 | F#m | D |
| Meine | Augen | folgten | ihrem | Flug. | |
| Bm | Bm9 | F#m | G |
Sie ver | schwand hinter den | immergrünen | Hügeln, | |
| Em | E7 | Am | C#7 | F#m | F#7 |
Sie | meinte | wohl, das | war für | heut' ge | nug. | |
| C | C7 |
Ich | dachte noch, dieser schwarze | Minnesänger, |
| Bb | F7 |
Sein rotes | Herz pulsiert in jedem | Ton. |
| Cm | Fm |
| Kommt er wieder und bleibt er dann | auch länger? |
| Bb7 | Cm | G |
Eins | ist gewiss, er weiß jetzt, wo ich | wohn. | |
| Cm | Fm |
| Kommt er wieder und bleibt er dann | auch länger? |
| Bb7 | Cm |
Eins | ist gewiss, er weiß jetzt, wo ich | wohn. |
19. Mit Dir finde ich zu mir
Evert Jan Bouman
| D | A |
Du nimmst mich | mit zum Nordseestrand, Der Kopf wird | frei durch den Wind. |
| G | D |
Wir turtel | tauben Hand in Hand, Wir werden | endlich was wir sind. |
| D | A |
Vorne | sinkt die Abendsonne In einem | Meer aus rotem Licht. |
| G | D |
Das Herz, das | wiegt sich in der Wonne, Ein güldener | Glanz auf deinem Gesicht. |
| D | A | D | D | A | D |
Mit | Dir finde | ich zu | mir, Wo die | Liebe | wächst sind | wir. |
| A | D | A | D | Em | D |
| Da sind | wir, | da sind | wir, | da sind | wir. |
Das Leben drängt in ganzer Fülle, Ja, jeder Rahmen wird gesprengt. | |
Und seelisch nackt, ganz ohne Hülle, Hat so die Liebe sich geschenkt. | |
Die Nacht ist als ob van Gogh Die Sterne malt mit lauter Licht. | |
Und was gestern noch ein Loch Das füllt sich heute mit Gewicht. | |
Mit Dir finde ich zu mir, Wo die Liebe wächst sind wir. | |
Da sind wir, da sind wir, da sind wir. | |
Vorne die Ewigkeit im Meer, Hinten Europa, in uns vereint. | |
Das scheinbar Kleinste freut uns sehr, Das Ungereimte wird gereimt. | |
Das Meer, das schluckt was uns beschwert; Es löst sich auf in dieser Nacht. | |
In diesem Glück, so reich beschert, Zeigt jetzt die Liebe ihre Macht. | |
Mit Dir finde ich zu mir, Wo die Liebe wächst sind wir. | |
Da sind wir, da sind wir, da sind wir. | |
Du nimmst mich mit zum Nordseestrand, Der Kopf wird frei durch den Wind. | |
Wir turteltauben Hand in Hand, Wir werden endlich was wir sind. | |
Mit Dir finde ich zu mir, Wo die Liebe wächst sind wir. | |
Da sind wir, da sind wir, da sind wir. | |
________ Songbirds on the Wire: Leonard Cohen _________
20. Ouvertüre
21. You Want it Darker
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: You Want it Darker (2016)
| Em |
| If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game. |
| G | Am |
If you are the healer, it means | I'm broken | and lame. |
| Em |
| If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame. |
| G | Am | | Em | G | Am |
You want it darker, | | | We kill the flame. | | | |
| Em |
| Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name. |
| G | Am |
Vilified, crucified, in | the human fram | e. |
| Em |
| A million candles burning for the help that never came - You want it darker. |
| G | Am | C | G | D | Em | G | Am |
( | Ooh | Ooh | Ooh | Ooh) | Hineni, hineni - I'm ready, my lord | | | |
There's a lover in the story, But the story's still the same. | |
There's a lullaby for suffering - And a paradox to blame. | |
But it's written in the scriptures, And it's not some idle claim. | |
You want it darker - We kill the flame. | |
They're lining up the prisoners - And the guards are taking aim. | |
I struggled with some demons, They were middle class and tame. | |
I didn't know I had permission to murder and to maim - You want it darker. | |
(Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh) - Hineni, hineni - I'm ready, my lord | |
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name. | |
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame. | |
A million candles burning for the love that never came. | |
You want it darker - We kill the flame. | |
If you are the dealer, let me out of the game. | |
If you are the healer, I'm broken and lame. | |
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame. | |
(Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh) - Hineni, hineni | |
(Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh) - Hineni, hineni - I'm ready, my lord | |
(Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh) - Hi-ne-ni - (Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh) - Hi-ne-ni | |
22. 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 | |
23. 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. |
24. So Long, Marianne
Leonard Cohen / Songs of Leonard Cohen (1967)
| G | Am | C | G |
Come | over to the window, my little | darling, | I'd like to try to read your | palm. |
| F | C | Em | D | Dsus4 | D |
| I used to think I was some kind of | Gypsy boy, | Before I let you take me | home. | | |
| D7 | G | Em |
| | So long, Marianne, | it's time that we began to |
| D | Dsus4 | D | D7 | D | Dsus4 | D | D7 | G | Gsus4 | G | Gsus4 | G |
| Laugh | and | cry | and | cry | and | laugh a | bout it all a | gain. | | | | |
Well you know that I love to live with you, but you make me forget so very much. | |
I forget to pray for the angels and then the angels forget to pray for us. | |
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to | |
Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. | |
We met when we were almost young, deep in the green lilac park. | |
You held on to me like I was a crucifix, as we went kneeling through the dark. | |
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to | |
Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. | |
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to | |
laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. | |
Your letters they all say that you're beside me now, Then, why do I feel alone? | |
I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web is fastening my ankle to a stone. | |
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to | |
Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. | |
For now I need your hidden love, I'm cold as a new razor blade. | |
You left when I told you I was curious, I never said that I was brave. | |
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to | |
Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. | |
Oh, you are really such a pretty one; I see you've gone and changed your name again. | |
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside, to wash my eyelids in the rain! | |
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to | |
Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. | |
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to | |
laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. | |
Oh your eyes, well I forgot Your eyes; Your body's at home in every sea. | |
How come you gave away your news to everyone, that you said was a secret for me. | |
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to | |
laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. | |
25. 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... | |
26. 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. |
27. 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 | |
28. 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. | :| |
29. I'm Your Man
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: I'm Your Man (1988)
| | | Em | | | | | Bm | | | | | A | | | F#m | | | Bm | | |
| | | / / / / | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | |
| Bm | Em | Bm |
| If you want a | lover, I'll do anything you | ask me to, |
| Em | D |
And if you want an | other kind of love, I'll wear a | mask for you. |
| Bm |
If you want a | partner, take my hand, |
| G | A |
Or if you want to | strike me down in anger, | |
| Bm |
Here I stand: I'm your | man! |
If you want a boxer, I will step into the ring for you, | |
And if you want a doctor, I'll examine every inch of you. | |
If you want a driver, climb inside, | |
Or if you want to take me for a ride, | |
You know you can: I'm your man! | |
| D | G |
Ah, the | moon's too bright, the | chain's too tight, |
| A | D |
The | beast won't go to | sleep. |
| F#m |
I've been | running through these promises to you |
| Bm |
That I | made and I could not keep. |
| F#m | Bm |
Ah, but | a man never got a woman back, not by b | egging on his knees; |
| G | A |
Or I'd | crawl to you baby, And I'd | fall at your feet, |
| G | A |
And I'd | howl at your beauty like a | dog in heat, |
| G | G# |
And I'd | claw at your heart, And I'd | tear at your sheet; |
| A | Bm |
I'd say | please: (please) I'm your | man! |
And if you've got to sleep a moment on the road, I will steer for you. | |
And if you want to work the street alone, I'll disappear for you. | |
If you want a father for your child, | |
Or only want to walk with me a while | |
Across the sand: I'm your man! | |
If you want a lover, I'll do anything you ask me to, | |
And if you want another kind of love, I'll wear a mask for you... | |
30. 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. | |
31. The Future
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: The Future (1992)
| Dm |
Give me back my broken night, my | mirrored room, my secret life, |
| G6 | E7 | Am |
It's | lonely here, there's no | one left to | torture. |
| Dm |
Give me absolute control | over every living soul |
| G6 | Am |
And | lie beside me, baby, that's an | order! |
| Dm |
Give me crack and anal sex, | take the only tree that's left, |
| G6 | E7 | Am |
| stuff it up the | hole in your cul | ture. |
| Dm |
Give me back the Berlin Wall, | give me Stalin and St. Paul. |
| G6 | E7 | Am |
I've | seen the future, | brother: it is | murder. |
| Dm | C |
| Things are gonna slide, ( | slide) in all directions, |
| Dm | C |
Won't be | nothing (won't be) nothing you can't | measure anymore. |
| Dm | F |
The | blizzard, the blizzard of the | world has crossed the threshold |
| Fm | C |
and it's | overturned the order of the | soul. |
| |: | | G |
| |: | When they | said (they said) Repent (repent) Repent (repent) |
| Am | :| |
I wonder | what they meant. | :| (3x) |
You don't know me from the wind, you never will, you never did, | |
I'm the little jew who wrote the bible. | |
I've seen the nations rise and fall, I've heard their stories, heard them all, | |
But love's the only engine of survival. | |
Your servant here, he has been told to say it clear, to say it cold: | |
It's over, it ain't going any further. | |
And now the wheels of heaven stop, you feel the devil's riding crop, | |
Get ready for the future: it is murder. | |
Things are gonna slide, (slide) in all directions. | |
Won't be nothing, (won't be) nothing you can measure anymore. | |
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold | |
And it's overturned the order of the soul. | |
|: When they said (=) repent (=), repent (=) - I wonder what they meant. :| (3x) | |
| Am | Dm |
| There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code, Your | private life will suddenly explode. |
| Am | F7 | E |
There'll be | phantoms, there'll be fires on the road, And the white man | dancing. | |
| Am | Dm |
You'll see your | woman hanging upside down, her | features covered by her fallen gown. |
| Am | F7 | E |
and all the | lousy little poets coming around trying to sound like Charlie | Manson | |
| Am |
And the white man | dancing. |
| A | A | G | A | C | G | A | C | | G | C | A | A |
( | riff | jum | pin | g | jack | fla | sh | ) | | | | | |
Give me back the Berlin Wall, give me Stalin and St. Paul, | |
Give me Christ, or give me Hiroshima! | |
Destroy another fetus now, we don't like children anyhow, | |
I've seen the future, baby: it is murder. | |
Things are gonna slide, (slide) in all directions. | |
Won't be nothing, (won't be) nothing you can measure anymore. | |
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold | |
And it's overturned the order of the soul. | |
|: When they said (=) repent (=), repent (=) - I wonder what they meant. :| (3x) | |
32. Who by Fire
Leonard Cohen
| Am | G | Am | Am | G | Am |
And | who | by | fire, | who | by | water. |
| C | G7 | C | C | G7 | C |
| Who | in the | sunshine, | who | in the | nighttime. |
| Am | G | Am | Am | G | Am |
| Who | by high | ordeal, | who | by common | trial, |
| C | G7 | C |
Who | in your | merry, merry | month of May, |
| C | G7 | C | Am | Fmaj7 | E |
| Who by | various | slow decay and | who shall I | say is | callling. |
And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate, | |
who in these realms of love, who by something blunt, | |
who by avalanche, who by powder, | |
who for his greed, who for his hunger, | |
and who shall I say is calling? | |
And who by brave assent, who by accident, | |
who in solitude, who in this mirror, | |
who by his lady's command, who by his own hand, | |
who in mortal chains, who in power, | |
and who shall I say is calling? | |
33. 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 | |
34. Everybody Knows
Leonard Cohen, Sharon Robinson / Leonard Cohen: I'm Your Man (1988)
| Am |
Everybody | knows that the dice are loaded. |
| F |
Everybody | rolls with their fingers crossed. |
| Am |
Everybody | knows the war is over. |
| F |
Everybody | knows the good guys lost. |
| Dm | E |
Everybody | knows the fight was | fixed: |
| G | Am |
The poor stay | poor, the rich get | rich. |
| Bb | E | Am |
That's how it | goes. | Everybody | knows. |
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking, | |
Everybody knows that the captain lied. | |
Everybody got this broken feeling | |
Like their father or their dog just died. | |
Everybody talking to their pockets, | |
Everybody wants a box of chocolates | |
And a long-stem rose - Everybody knows. | |
Everybody knows that you love me baby, | |
Everybody knows that you really do. | |
Everybody knows that you've been faithful, | |
Ah, give or take a night or two. | |
Everybody knows you've been discreet | |
But there were so many people you just had to meet | |
Without your clothes - And everybody knows. | |
| C | G |
Everybody | knows, everybody | knows. |
| Am | G | C |
That's how it | goes | - Everybody | knows. |
| C |
Everybody | knows, everybody knows. |
| Am | G | C |
That's how it | goes | - Everybody | knows. |
And everybody knows that it's now or never, | |
Everybody knows that it's me or you. | |
And everybody knows that you live forever, | |
Ah, when you've done a line or two. | |
Everybody knows the deal is rotten, | |
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton - | |
For your ribbons and bows - And everybody knows. | |
And everybody knows that the Plague is coming, | |
Everybody knows that it's moving fast. | |
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman | |
Are just a shining artifact of the past. | |
Everybody knows the scene is dead | |
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed - | |
That will disclose - What everybody knows. | |
And everybody knows that you're in trouble; | |
Everybody knows what you've been through - | |
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary | |
Everybody knows it's coming apart, | |
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart - | |
Before it blows - And everybody knows. | |
Everybody knows, everybody knows. | |
That's how it goes - Everybody knows. | |
Everybody knows, everybody knows. | |
That's how it goes - Everybody knows. | |
Everybody knows, everybody knows. | |
That's how it goes - Everybody knows. | |
35. There is a War
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: New Skin for the Old Ceremony (1974)
| Am |
There is a | war between the rich and poor a |
| G |
War be-tween the man and the | woman. |
| Am |
There is a | war be-tween the ones who say there is a |
| G |
war and the ones who say there | isn't. |
| D | C | G |
Why don't you | come on back to the | war, that's right, get | in it, |
| D | C | G |
Why don't you | come on back to the | war, it's just be | ginning. |
Well I live here with a woman and a child, | |
The situation makes me kind of nervous. | |
Yes, I rise up from her arms, she says "I guess you call this love"; | |
I call it service. Why don't you come on back to the war, don't be a tourist, | |
why don't you come on back to the war, before it hurts us, | |
Why don't you come on back to the war, let's all get nervous. | |
You cannot stand what I've become, | |
You much prefer the gentleman I was before. | |
I was so easy to defeat, I was so easy to control, | |
I didn't even know there was a war. | |
Why don't you come on back to the war, don't be embarrassed, | |
Why don't you come on back to the war, you can still get married. | |
There is a war between the rich and poor, | |
A war between the man and the woman. | |
There is a war between the left and right, | |
A war between the black and white, | |
A war between the odd and the even. | |
Why don't you come on back to the war, pick up your tiny burden, | |
Why don't you come on back to the war, let's all get even, | |
Why don't you come on back to the war, can't you hear me speaking? | |
36. 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. | |
37. Hallelujah
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: Various Positions (1984)
| C | Am |
Well, I | heard there was a | secret chord |
| C | Am |
That | David played, and it | pleased the Lord |
| F | G | C | G |
But | you don't really | care for music, | do ya? | |
| C | F | G |
Well, it | goes like this: the | fourth, the | fifth, |
| Am | F |
The | minor fall and the | major lift, |
| G | E | Am |
The | baffled king com | posing Halle | lujah |
| F | Am | F | C | G | C |
Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, Halle | lu | | jah |
Well, your faith was strong, but you needed proof, | |
You saw her bathing on the roof | |
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya | |
And she tied you to her kitchen chair, | |
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair, | |
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah | |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah | |
You say, "I took the Name in vain, | |
I dont even know the Name". | |
But if I did, well really, what's it to you? | |
There's a blaze of light in every word | |
It doesnt matter which you heard | |
The holy or the broken Hallelujah | |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah | |
I did my best, but it wasn't much. | |
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch. | |
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you. | |
And even though it all went wrong, | |
I'll stand before the Lord of song, | |
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah. | |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, | |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah... | |
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38. Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: Songs of Leonard Cohen (1967)
| F |
I | love you in the morning our kisses deep and warm, |
| Dm |
Your | hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm. |
| Bb |
Yes, | many loved before us I know that we are not new, |
| F |
In | city and in forest they smiled like me and you. |
| Dm |
But | now it's come to distances and both of us must try |
| Bb |
Your | eyes are soft with sorrow |
| C | F | C |
| Hey, that's no way to say good | bye- | ye |
I'm not looking for another | |
Our steps will always rhyme | |
You know my love goes with you | |
As your love stays with me | |
It's just the way it changes | |
Like the shoreline and the sea | |
But let's not talk of love or chains | |
And things we can't untie | |
Your eyes are soft with sorrow | |
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye | |
I loved you in the morning | |
Your hair upon the pillow | |
Like a sleepy golden storm | |
Yes, many loved before us | |
I know that we are not new | |
They smiled like me and you | |
But let's not talk of love or chains | |
And things we can't untie | |
Your eyes are soft with sorrow | |
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. | |
39. The Partisan (La Complainte du Partisan)
Bernard, Anna Marly, Hy Saret (engl. Text) /Leonard Cohen: Songs from a room (1969)
| Em | G | D | Em | G | D | Em |
| When they | poured a | cross the | border I was | cautioned | to sur | render, |
| G | D | C | G | B7 | Em |
This I | could not | do. | I took my gun and | vanished. | | |
I have changed my name so often, I've lost my wife and children, | |
But I have many friends. And some of them are with me. | |
An old woman gave us shelter, Kept us hidden in the garret. | |
Then the soldiers came: She died without a whisper. | |
There were three of us this morning, I'm the only one this evening. | |
But I must go on, the frontiers are my prison. | |
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing Through the graves, the wind is blowing. | |
Freedom soon will come, Then we'll come from the shadows. | |
Les Allemands étaient chez moi. Ils me dirent: resigne-toi. | |
Mais je n'ai pas pu, J'ai repris mon arme. | |
J'ai changé cent fois de nom. J'ai perdu femme et enfants. | |
Mais j'ai tant d'amis, J'ai la France entière. | |
Un vieil homme dans un grenier Pour la nuit nous a cachés. | |
Les Allemands l'ont pris, Il est mort sans surprise. | |
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing Through the graves, the wind is blowing. | |
Freedom soon will come, Then we'll come from the shadows. | |
40. Closing Time
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: The Future (1992)
| G5 | D5 | | G |
| | | Ah, we're | drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happ'nin', |
| Em |
and the | Johnny Walker wisdom running high, |
| Bm |
And my | very sweet companion, she's the angel of compassion, |
| Em |
She's | rubbin' half the world against her thigh. |
| C |
And eve'y | drinker, every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her, |
| G | B | Em |
The | fiddler fiddles | somethin' so sub | lime. |
| | D |
| All the | women tear their blouses off, the men, they dance on the polka dots, |
| C |
And it's | partner found, it's partner lost, and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: |
| | C |
| Yeah the | women tear their blouses off, and the men, they dance on the polka dots, |
| G | B | Em | C |
And it's | partner found, and it's | partner lost, and it's | hell to pay when the | fiddler stops: |
| C5 | | G5 | D5 |
| | It's | closin' time. | |
| G |
Ah, We're | lonely, we're romantic, and the cider's laced with acid, |
| Em |
And the | Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" |
| Bm |
And the | moon is swimming naked, and the summer night is fragrant |
| Em |
With a | mighty expectation of relief. |
| C |
So we | struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladder |
| G | B | Em |
To the | tower where the | blessed hours | chime. |
| D |
And I | swear it happened just like this: A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss; |
| C |
The | Gates of Love they budged an inch. I can't say much has happened since |
| G |
but | closing time. (|: closing time. :|) |
| C |
I | swear it happened just like this: A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss; |
| G | B | Em | C |
The | Gates of Love they | budged an inch. I | can't say much has | happened since |
| C5 | G5 | D5 |
(|: | can't say much has happened since :|) but | closin' time. | closin' time. |
| Em |
I | loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me; |
| Bm |
| You were in it for your beauty, too. |
| Em |
And I | loved you for your body, there's a voice that sounds like God to me, |
| A |
De | claring (declaring) declaring (declaring) |
| D |
De | claring that you're body's really you. (really really really really) |
| C |
And I | loved you when our love was blessed, and I love you now there's nothin' left |
| G | B | Em |
But | sorrow and a | sense of over | time. |
| D |
And I | missed you since the place got wrecked, and I just don't care what happens next. |
| C |
Looks | like freedom but it feels like death. it's something in between, I guess, |
| C |
Yeah, I | missed you since the place got wrecked by the winds of change and the weeds of sex, |
| G | B | Em | C |
And it | looks like freedom but it | feels like death, it's | something in | between, I guess. |
| G |
Yeah, we're | drinking and we're dancing, but there's nothing really happening, |
| Em |
And the | place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night; |
| Bm |
And my | very close companion gets me fumblin', gets me laughin', |
| Em |
She's a | hundred but she's wearin' somethin' tight. |
| C |
And I | lift my glass to the Awful Truth which you can't reveal to the ears of youth, |
| G | B | Em |
Ex | cept to say it | isn't worth a | dime. |
| D |
And the | whole damn place goes crazy twice, And it's once for the Devil and it's once for Christ, |
| C |
But the | Boss don't like these dizzy heights, we're busted in the blindin' lights |
| G |
Of | Closin' Time. (Closing Time...) |
| C |
The | whole damn place goes crazy twice, And it's once for the Devil and it's once for Christ, |
| G | B | Em | C |
But the | Boss don't like these | dizzy heights, we're | busted in the | blindin' lights |
| C5 | G5 | D5 |
(|: | busted in the blindin' lights :|) Of | Closin' Time. | Closing Time. |
| G | D |
Oh, the | women tear their blouses off, and the men, they dance on the polka dots, it's | closin' time. |
And it's partner found, and it's partner lost, And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's closing time. | |
I swear it happened just like this: A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss, it's closing time. | |
The gates of love, they budged an inch; I can't say much has happened since but closing time. | |
I loved you when our love was blessed, I love you now, there's nothing left but closing time. | |
And I missed you since our place got wrecked by the winds of change and the weeds of sex, it's closing time. | |
_________________ Klassiker _________________
41. Sunny Afternoon
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 - | |
42. Fever
Eddie Cooley, John Davenport, Peggy Lee / Peggy Lee: Things Are Swingin' (1958)
| Em |
| Never know how much I love you, Never know how much I care. |
| B7 | Em |
When you put your arms around me I get a | fever that's so hard to | bear. |
| n.c. | Em | |
| You give me fever! | | When you kiss me; |
| C6 | Em |
| Fever! When you hold me | tight! |
| B7 | Em |
Fever - In the mornin' - Fever all | through the | night. |
Sun lights up the day time, Moon lights up the night. | |
I light up when you call my name And you know I'm gonna treat you right. | |
You give me fever! When you kiss me; | |
Fever! When you hold me tight! | |
Fever - In the mornin' - Fever all through the night. | |
Everybody's got the fever - That is somethin' you all know. | |
Fever isn't such a new thing - Fever started long ago. | |
Romeo loved Juliet - Juliet, she felt the same. | |
When he put his arms around her - He said: Julie, baby, your my flame! | |
Thou giveth fever - When we kisseth. | |
Fever! with thy flaming youth. | |
Fever - I'm a fire - Fever, yeah, I burn for sooth. | |
Captain Smith and Pocahontas - Had a very mad affair. | |
When her daddy tried to kill him - She said: Daddy, oh don't you dare! | |
He gives me fever - With his kisses; | |
Fever! When he holds me tight. | |
Fever - I'm his misses - Daddy won't you treat him right. | |
Now you've listened to my story - Here's the point that I have made: | |
Chicks were born to give you fever - Be it fahrenheit or centigrade. | |
They give you fever - When you kiss them; | |
Fever! If you live you learn. | |
Fever - Till you sizzle - But what a lovely way to burn. | |
43. It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
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. | |
44. 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! | |
45. Apache
Jerry Lordan / the Shadows (1960)
Intro:
Am D
E-------------|-----------------------|
B-------------|-----8/10-8-5----------|
G----5-7-7B-7-|---5------------------o|
D--7----------|-7--------------------o|
A-------------|-----------------------|
E-------------|-----------------------|
1st theme:
(D) Am D Am
E------|----------------|-----------------|-----|------|
B------|----------------|-----------------|-----|------|
G------|o--2--------2---|-----------------|-----|-----o|
D----2-|o-------2-------|-2H4----2----0---|-2---|-(2)-o|
A------|----------------|-----------------|-----|------|
E------|----------------|-----------------|-----|------|
2nd theme:
(Am) D G D
E-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----|------|
B-----|----3--------3---|-----------------|-----|------|
G---2-|--------2--------|-2H4----2----0---|--2--|------|
D-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----|--(2)-|
A-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----|------|
E-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----|------|
3rd theme:
F Am
E---------------------------------|--------------------------------|-------------|----|
B---------------------------------|--------------------------------|-------------|----|
G---------------------------------|--------------------------------|-------------|---o|
D-----------3--3--3-------3--3--3-|-----------3--3--3------3--3--3-|---2---------|---o|
A-----3--------------3------------|--3----------------3------------|---------(0)-|----|
E---------------------------------|--------------------------------|-------------|----|
4th theme:
|1st /3rd |2nd
F G | C Am | C Am
E----------------------------------|---------------|-----|--------------|--------|
B--------------1-----0-----1-----3s|-s5---3---1----|-----|------3s5--3h-|-h5--8--|
G--------2-------------------------|-------------2-|-----|--0-----------|-------o|
D--3-------------------------------|---------------|-----|--------------|-------o|
A----------------------------------|---------------|-----|--------------|--------|
E----------------------------------|---------------|-----|--------------|--------|
Sequence:
Intro | 1. | 1. | 2. | 1. | 3. | 3. | 4. | 4. | 4. | 3. | 3. |
(tremolo) 1. | 1. | (clean) 2. | (tremolo) 1. | 4. | 4. | 4. | 3. | 3. | Intro (repeat & fade out) |
46. 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, | |
47. 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. | |
48. 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 | :| |
| |: | / / / / | | | / / / / | :| |
49. 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. |
50. 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 | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
51. Die Gedanken sind frei
trad.
| G | D7 | G |
Die Ge | danken sind frei, Wer | kann sie er | raten, |
| D7 | G |
Sie fliehen vorbei, Wie | nächtliche | Schatten. |
| D7 | G | D7 | A |
Kein | Mensch kann sie | wissen, Kein | Jäger er | schießen, |
| C | A | D7 | G |
Es | bleibet da | bei: die Ge | danken sind | frei! |
Ich denke was ich will Und was mich beglücket, | |
Doch alles in der Still', Und wie es sich schicket. | |
Mein Wunsch, mein Begehren Kann niemand verwehren, | |
Es bleibet dabei: Die Gedanken sind frei! | |
Und sperrt man mich ein Im finsteren Kerker, | |
Das alles sind rein vergebliche Werke; | |
Denn meine Gedanken Zerreißen die Schranken | |
Und Mauern entzwei: Die Gedanken sind frei! | |
Drum will ich auf immer Den Sorgen entsagen | |
Und will mich auch nimmer Mit Willen verklagen. | |
Man kann ja im Herzen Stets lachen und scherzen | |
Und denken dabei: Die Gedanken sind frei! | |
52. 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 | |
53. 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! |
54. 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. | | |
55. 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. | |
56. 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... | |
57. Horch was kommt von draußen 'rein
trad.
| C | G | C |
| Horch was kommt von draußen 'rein - | Hollahi Holla | ho |
| C | G | G7 | C |
| Wird wohl mein fein's Liebchen sein - | Holla | hi ja | ho |
| F | C | G | G7 | C | C7 |
| Geht vorbei und | schaut nicht 'rein - | Holla | hi | Holla | ho |
| F | C | G | G7 | C |
| Wird's wohl nicht ge | wesen sein - | Holla | hi ja | ho |
Leute haben's oft gesagt - Hollahi Hollaho | |
Daß ich ein fein's Liebchen hab - Hollahi jaho | |
Laß sie reden schweig fein still - Hollahi Hollaho | |
Kann ja lieben wen ich will - Hollahi jaho | |
Sagt mir, Leute, ganz gewiß, - Hollahi Hollaho | |
Was das für ein Lieben ist; - Hollahi jaho | |
Die ich liebe, krieg ich nicht, - Hollahi Hollaho | |
Und 'ne andre mag ich nicht. - Hollahi jaho | |
Wenn mein Liebchen Hochzeit hat - Hollahi Hollaho | |
Ist für mich ein Trauertag - Hollahi jaho | |
Geh ich in mein Kämmerlein - Hollahi Hollaho | |
Trage meinen Schmerz allein - Hollahi jaho | |
Wenn ich dann gestorben bin - Hollahi Hollaho | |
Trägt man mich zum Grabe hin - Hollahi jaho | |
Setzt mir einen Leichenstein - Hollahi Hollaho | |
Pflanzt mir drauf Vergißnicht mein - Hollahi jaho | |
Wenn ich dann im Himmel bin, - Hollahi Hollaho | |
Ist mein Liebchen auch darin, - Hollahi jaho | |
Denn es ist ein alter Brauch, - Hollahi Hollaho | |
Was sich liebt, das kriegt sich auch, - Hollahi jaho | |
58. If the Day Was Any Longer
Rory Gallagher / Taste: On the Boards (1970)
| D | D7 | G | F |
If the | day was any | longer, Could I | change your mind, | |
| D | D7 | G | F |
If your | love was any | stronger, You'd | stay behind. | |
| |: | D | A7 | A7 | D | : | | |
| | | Will I lose my | mind, | Just to pass the | time? | | | |
| D | D7 | G | F |
If the | day was any | brighter, You'd have | seen the signs, | |
| D | D7 | G | F |
If your | love begins to | wander, Should I | count the times? | |
| |: | D | A7 | A7 | D | : | | |
| | | Will I lose my | mind, | Just to pass the | time? | | | |
| |: | D | D7 | G | F | :| | |: | D | A7 | A7 | D | D | A7 | D | :| |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| D | D7 | G | F |
If the | day was any | day, You would for | get my name, | |
| D | D7 | G | F |
But the | things that I am | saying, They'd still | mean the same. | |
| |: | D | A7 | A7 | D | : | | |
| | | Will I lose my | mind, | Just to pass the | time? | | | |
59. Junge komm bald wieder
Lotar Olias, Walter Rothenburg / Freddy Quinn (1963)
| G | D |
| Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach | Haus. |
| D7 | G |
| Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hin | aus. |
| C | G |
| Ich mach mir Sorgen, Sorgen um | dich; |
| D | D7 | G |
| Denk auch an morgen, | denk auch an | mich! |
| G | D |
| Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach | Haus. |
| D7 | G |
| Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hin | aus. |
| G |
Wo | hin die Seefahrt mich im Leben trieb, |
| G/D# |
Ich | weiß noch heute, was mir Mutter schrieb. |
| C | G |
In | jedem Hafen kam ein Brief an | Bord |
| A | D |
Und | immer schrieb sie "Bleib nicht so lange | fort". |
Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus | |
Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus | |
Ich weiß noch wie die erste Fahrt verlief, | |
Ich schlich mich heimlich fort als Mutter schlief, | |
Als sie erwachte war ich auf dem Meer. | |
Im ersten Brief stand "Komm doch bald wieder her". | |
Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus. | |
Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus. | |
Ich mach mir Sorgen, Sorgen um dich. | |
Denk auch an morgen, denk auch an mich. | |
Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus. | |
Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus. | |
60. Knockin' on Heaven's Door
Bob Dylan
| |: | | G | D | Am7 | | | G | D | C | | :| |
| | | Oooh | Oooh | Oooh | - | | Oooh | Oooh | Oooh | | |
| G | D | Am7 |
| Mama take this | badge off of | me, |
| G | D | C |
| I can't | use it any | more. |
| G | D | Am7 |
| It's getting | dark, too dark for me to | see; |
| G | D | C | D |
| I feel I'm | knockin' on heaven's | door. | |
| G | D | Am7 |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| G | D | C | D |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. | |
| G | D | Am7 |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| G | D | C | D |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. | |
| G | D | Am7 |
| Mama, put my | guns in the | ground. |
| G | D | C |
| I can't | shoot them any | more. |
| G | D | Am7 |
| That long black | cloud is comin' | down. |
| G | D | C | D |
| I feel I'm | knockin' on heaven's | door. | |
| G | D | Am7 |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| G | D | C | D |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. | |
| G | D | Am7 |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| G | D | C | D |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. | |
| G | D | Am7 | G | D | C |
| Ooh - | ooh - | ooh - ooh | Ooh - | ooh - | ooh ... |
61. Locomotive Breath
Ian Anderson / Jethro Tull: Aqualung (1971)
| Intro | Em | |: | Em | | | G | D | Em | : | | |
| | "Bourree" | | | / 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 |
| Steam Breaking on his brow: | | | | |
| D | G | A | |
| Old | Charlie stole the | handle | |
| B | D | A | B |
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: | |
62. 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) | |
63. Don't Worry, Be Happy
Bobby McFerrin / Bobby McFerrin: Simple Pleasures (1988)
| C | Dm |
| Here's a little song I wrote, | You might want to sing it note for note, |
| F | C |
Don't | worry, be | happy. |
| C | Dm |
| In every life we have some trouble, | But when you worry you make it double, |
| F | C |
Don't | worry, be | happy. (Don't worry, be happy now.) |
| |: | C | Dm | F | C | :| |
| | | Don't worry, | be happy. | Don't worry, be happy. | |
| C | Dm |
| Ain't got no place to lay your head, | Somebody came and took your bed, |
| F | C |
Don't | worry, be | happy. |
| C | Dm |
| The landlord say your rent is late, | He may have to litigate, |
| F | C |
Don't | worry, be | happy. (Look at me - I'm happy.) |
| C | Dm | F |
| | Don't worry, | be happy. |
| C |
| Here I give you my phone number. When you worry, call me, |
| C | Dm | F | C |
| | Don't worry, | be happy. | |
| C | Dm |
| Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style | Ain't got no gal to make you smile |
| F | C |
Don't | worry, be | happy. |
| C |
| 'Cause when you worry your face will frown |
| Dm |
And | that will bring everybody down, So |
| F | C |
Don't | worry, be | happy. Don't worry, be happy now. |
| C | Dm | F | C |
| | Don't worry, | be happy. | Don't worry, be happy. |
| C | Dm | F | C |
| | Don't worry, | be happy. | Don't worry, be happy. |
| C | Dm | F | C |
| | Don't worry, don't worry, | don't do it. | Be happy. |
Put a smile on your face. Don't bring everybody down. | |
| C | Dm | F | C |
| | Don't worry. | It will soon pass, whatever it is. | Don't worry, be happy. |
64. Highway Chile
Jimi Hendrix / the Jimi Hendrix Experience (1967)
| Em |
| Yeah! His guitar slung across his back, |
His dusty boots is his cadillac. | |
A flamin' hair just a-blowin' in the wind | |
ain't seen a bed in so long, it's a sin. | |
| C7/9 |
| He left home when he was seventeen, |
The rest of the world he was gonna see. | |
| Em |
| And everybody knows the boss, |
a rollin' stone gathers no moss. | |
| G |
| Now you'd probably call him a tramp, |
| A |
| But it goes a little deeper than that. |
| Em | intro1 | | intro1 | |
He's a | | | highway chil | e. | Yeah! |
| Em |
| Now some people say he had a girl back home |
who messed around and did her baby wrong. | |
They tell me it kinda hurt him bad, | |
Kinda made him feel pretty sad. | |
| C7/9 |
| I couldn't say what went through his mind, |
Anyway he left the world behind. | |
| Em |
| Well, everybody knows the same old story: |
in love or war you can lose your glory. | |
| G |
| Now you'd probably a-call him a tramp, |
| A |
| But I know it goes a little deeper than that. |
| Em | intro1 | | intro1 | intro2 | | intro2 | Em |
He's a | | | highway chil | e. Walk on brother! | | Man! | | |
| C7/9 |
| His old guitar slung across his back |
His dusty boots is his cadillac | |
| Em |
| Flamin' hair just a-blowin' in the wind |
ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin | |
| G |
| Now you'd probably a-call him a tramp |
| A |
| But I know it goes a little deeper than that |
| Em | intro1 | | intro1 | | intro2 |
He's a | | | highway chil | e. | Walk on brother | |
| intro2 | | intro2 | ... |
Don't let no one stop you | | Highway Child! | | |
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65. Memphis Underground
Herbie Mann
C7 Bass
|: / / / / :|
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C7 Melodie
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Albatross Again | 1 |
Am Strand von Duisburg | 2 |
Apache | 45 |
Bird on the Wire | 33 |
Black Magic Woman | 56 |
Closing Time | 40 |
Cornelia | 3 |
Dance Me To The End Of Love | 28 |
Das Fundament der Liebe | 4 |
Das Lied der betenden Witwe | 5 |
Die Amsel | 18 |
Die Gedanken sind frei | 51 |
Die Sehenden erblinden | 6 |
Don't Worry, Be Happy | 63 |
Ein Marmeladenbrot | 14 |
Everybody Knows | 34 |
Fever | 42 |
First we Take Manhattan | 30 |
Green, Green Grass Of Home | 54 |
Grüße an Lydie | 17 |
Hallelujah | 37 |
Hey Joe | 52 |
Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye | 38 |
Highway Chile | 64 |
Hoochie Coochie Man | 46 |
Horch was kommt von draußen 'rein | 57 |
I'm A Stranger Here | 55 |
I'm Your Man | 29 |
Ich will leben | 7 |
If the Day Was Any Longer | 58 |
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue | 43 |
Joan of Arc | 25 |
Johnny B. Goode | 44 |
Junge komm bald wieder | 59 |
Knockin' on Heaven's Door | 60 |
Kopf Hoch | 8 |
Locomotive Breath | 61 |
Lover Lover Lover | 23 |
Luise | 9 |
Memphis Underground | 65 |
Mit Dir finde ich zu mir | 19 |
My Brother (He's a Spiderman Fan) | 15 |
On a Beautiful Day | 13 |
Ouvertüre | 20 |
Ring of Fire | 47 |
Rockin' All Over The World | 62 |
Samba pa Ti | 48 |
Save The Last Dance For Me | 53 |
Schmetterling | 10 |
School's Out | 49 |
So Long, Marianne | 24 |
Sunny Afternoon | 41 |
Suzanne | 22 |
The Future | 31 |
The Guests | 27 |
The Partisan (La Complainte du Partisan) | 39 |
The Wind Cries Mary | 50 |
There is a War | 35 |
Tonight Will be Fine | 26 |
Tower of Song | 36 |
Who by Fire | 32 |
Widder | 11 |
Witten, oh Witten | 12 |
Wovon Ich singe | 16 |
You Want it Darker | 21 |
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