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From: Harlan L Thompson
A HARD RAIN'S A GONNA FALL- Bob Dylan
E A E
Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
E B
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
A E
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
A E
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
A E
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
A E
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
A E
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
E B E A
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
E B E A E
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall
(from The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, 1963)
(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)
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I have downloaded the song of Bob Dylan A hard rain's gonna fall,
and I think it has a problem
I send you the (I think so) good one.
Ibon
ibongz@arrakis.es
A HARD RAIN'S A GONNA FALL- Bob Dylan
E A E
Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
E B
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
A B E
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
A B E
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
A B E
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
A B E
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
A B E
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
E B E A
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
E B E A E
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall
And so on ....
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From: erndog@leland.stanford.edu (Ernest Lee)
Date: 30 Jun 1995 17:29:12 GMT
I was right, I missed a verse. Here's a corrected version.
Abandoned Love by Bob Dylan (from Biograph collection)
Intro:
G D G
My heart is telling me, I love you still
Verses:
G Em
I can see the turning of the key
C D
I've been deceived by the clown inside of me
Bm C
I thought that he was righteous but he's vain
G D G
Something's telling me, I wear the ball and chain
(same chords throughout)
My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost
He's always off somewhere when I need him most
The Spanish moon is rising on the hill
But something's telling me, I love you still
I come back to the town from the flaming ruins
But when I see you in the street I begin to swoon
I love to see you dress before the mirror
Won't you let me in your room one time, before I finally disappear
Everybody's wearing a disguise
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
But me I can't cover what I am
Wherever their children go, I'll follow them
I'm marching the parade of liberty
But as long as I love you I'm not free
How long must I suffer such abuse
Won't you let me see you smile, before I turn you loose
I've given up the game I've got to leave
The pot of gold is only make believe
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Who's gods are dead and whose queens are in the church
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed
I asked you please to cross me off your list
My head tells me it's time to make a change
But my heart is telling me, I love you but you're strange
(Harmonica solo, same chords as verse)
So one more time at midnight near the wall
Take off your heavy makeup and your shawl
Won't you descend from the throne from whence you sit
And let me feel your love one more time, before I finally abandon it
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-ern.
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From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson)
Absolutely Sweet Marie - Bob Dylan
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('Blonde on Blonde' album)
D
D G A7 D
Well, your railroadgate, you know I just can't jump it.
G D A7
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see.
D G A7 D Bm
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet,
F#m D A7
with all these promises you left for me.
G A7 D
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
D G A7 D
Well, I waited for you when I was half sick.
G D A7
Yes I waited for you when you hated me.
D G A7 D Bm
Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic
F#m D A7
When you knew I had some other place to be.
G A7 D
Now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
Bb D
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviosly,
Bb D A7
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
D G A7 D
Well, six white horses that you did promise me
G D A7
Where finaly delivered down to the penitentiary.
D G A7 D Bm
But to live outside the law, you must be honest.
F#m D A7
I know you always say that you agree,
G A7 D
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
D G A7 D
Now, I been in jail when all my mail showed
G D A7
That a man can't give his address out to bad company,
D G A7 D Bm
And now I stand here lookin' at your yellow railroad
F#m D A7
In the ruins of your balcony,
G A7 D
Wond'ring where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
Bb D
Well I don't know how it happened,But the riverboat captain,he knows my fate
Bb D A7
But ev'rybody else, even yourself, they're just gonna have to wait.
D G A7 D
Well, I got the fever down in my pockets,
G D A7
The Persian drunkard, he follows me.
D G A7 D Bm
Yes, I can take him to your house, but I can't unlock it.
F#m D A7
You see, you forgot to leave me with the key.
G A7 D
Oh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
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Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se
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Subject: Bob Dylan - You Ain't Going Nowhere (chords)
You ain't going nowhere
Bob Dylan
G Am
Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift
C G
The gates won't close, the railings froze
Am
Get your mind off wintertime
C G
You ain't going nowhere
Ooo-wee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
I don't care how many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
Pick up your money, pack up your tent,
You ain't going nowhere
Ooo-wee...
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to the tree with roots
You ain't going nowhere
Ooo-wee...
Gengis Khan he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Ooo-wee...
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Ugo Piomelli "Teachers, are my lessons done?
Associate Professor I cannot do another one"
Dept. of Mechanical Engineering They laughed and laughed and said
University of Maryland "Child, are your lessons done?"
College Park, MD 20742 Leonard Cohen
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From stevep@snowhite.cis.uoguelph.ca (Steve Portigal)
Subject: CRD: Watchtower (Dylan) & REQ: Watchtowr (Jimi)
Date: 27 Feb 1993 20:39:42 -0600
here's the chords for Dylan's All Along the Watchtower. Could someone
please substitute the Hendrix chords instead? Personally, that's my
favourite version.
Steve
Title: ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER (Bob
Dylan)
Am G F G Am
(play it forever)
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Buisness men they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None would ever compromise
Nobody of this world
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our place
So let us stop talking falsely now
The hour's getting late
All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower
From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson)
ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER - Bob Dylan
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('John Wesley Harding' album)
Bm/A G A Bm
There must be some way out of here,
Bm/A G A Bm
said the joker to the thief,
etc etc
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>From: davies@ils.nwu.edu (Brian Davies)
>Subject: CRD: Dylan's "Baby Ain't That Fine"
>Date: Wed, 18 Dec 1996 16:58:42 -0600
Here's guitar tablature for another outtake from "The Basement Tapes".
For those of you scoring at home, this is piece number 5, not including a
newer version of Rock Salt And Nails, which should supplant the previous
version.
Question marks indicate lyrics that I'm unsure of. Any help on that front
would be greatly appreciated. (I'm also still missing pieces of "One
Single River" and "I Don't Hurt Anymore", if there are any good samaritans
out there.)
I you find this useful, please drop me a line.
- Brian
BABY AIN'T THAT FINE by Bob Dylan (?)
Transcribed by Brian Davies
Comments and corrections to davies@ils.nwu.edu
[Bb] . . . ???
[Bb] The bells are golden chimes
[Bb] The sun is going to shine
[Bb] Before this ???
Baby ain't that [F] fine.
Baby ain't that [Bb] fine.
Baby ain't that [F] fine.
Baby ain't that [Bb] fine.
[Bb]
[Bb]
[Bb]
[Bb] Hey, la la la
Baby ain't that [F] fine.
Baby ain't that [Bb] fine.
[Eb] I get a little ? tingle up and down my [Bb] spine.
[C] I ??? every time you say you're [F] mine.
[Bb] You're gonna be my baby,
[Bb] I'm a-gonna be your guy.
[Bb] We're gonna cook some lovin'.
[Bb] It's a-gonna sizzle and fry.
Chorus
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From: Andrew Mullins
Subject: CRD: Baby I'm in the Mood for You
Baby I'm in the Mood for You Bob Dylan
from the album Biograph (previously unreleased song)
G
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna milk my milk cow low
C G
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna leave my lonesome home
G B7 C
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna hit that highway road
G D G C
But then again and again I said oh oh oh
G D G
Oh Babe I'm in the mood for you
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna turn my back to the wall
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna live in my pony stall
Sometimes I'm in the mood I ain't gonna do nothin at all
But then again and again I said oh I said oh I said
Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna change my house around
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna change the things in the town
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna change the whole world around
But then again and again I said oh I said oh I said
Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you
Sometimes I'm in the mood I'm gonna give away all my sins
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna walk the road again
Sometimes I'm in the mood and I'm bound to lose again
But then again and again I said oh I said oh I said
Oh babe, sometimes I'm in the mood for you
The intro if I remember is a hammering/picking thing
between G, G6, G/B.
The harmonica part is a riot (it's the only reason I play this fairly
silly tune), if you have a G harp.
mullins@artsci.concordia.ca
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From: Harlan L Thompson
BLIND WILLIE McTELL- Bob Dylan
Dm A Dm
Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Dm A Dm
Saying this land is condemned
A C G Bb C Dm
All the way from New Orleans to Jeruselem
Dm A Dm
I travelled to East Texas
Dm A Dm
Where many martyrs fell
A C G
And I know no one can sing the blues
Bb C Dm
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well I heard that hooter singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a moaning
Hear that undertaker's bell
Nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
There's a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like a squire
Bootleg whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on a highway
I can hear them rebels yell
But I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
Well God is up in Heaven
And we are what was his
But power,greed and corruptable seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
(originally done around 1983, released as part of The Bootleg
Series, 1-3)
(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)
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From: HCHA8904593X@lust1.latrobe.edu.au (PERRETT, ANDREW)
Blowing in the wind; Bob dylan
D G D G
How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a
A4 A D G D
man ? Yes n how many seas must a white dove sail before she
C A4 A D G D
sleeps in the sand Yes n ahow many times must the cannon
G A4 A
balls fly before they're forever banned
Chorus
G A D F# Bm G
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind the answer is
A D
blowing in the wind
D G D G A4
How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky
A D G D G
Yes n how many ears must one man have before he can hear
A4 D G D
people cry Yes n how many deaths will it take till he know
G A4 A
that too many people have died
Chorus
D G D G
How many years can a mountain exist before its washed to the
A4 A D G D
sea Yes n how many years can some people exist before
G A4 A D G D
they're allowed to be free? Yes n how many times can a man
G A4 A
turn his head pretending he just didnt see?
Chorus
slowly
G A D
The answer is blowing in the wind
(yup here it is!)
From: "Dag Rambraut,o92a"
Blowing in the wind
Bob Dylan
Verse 1
C F C Am
How many roads must a man walk down
C F G7
Before you can call him a man?
C F C Am
How many seas must a white dove sail
C F G7
Before she sleeps in the sand?
C F C Am
And how many times must the cannonballs fly
C F G7
Before they've forever banned?
Chorus
F G7 C E7 Am
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
F G7 C
The answer is blowing in the wind.
(The 2. and 3. verse goes just the same as the 1.)
Verse 2
How many times must a man look up
Before ha can see the sky?
How many tears must hehave shed
Before he vcan hear the peopla cry?
How many wars will it take till he learns
that too many peopla have died.
(Repeat Chorus)
Verse 3
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
And how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see?
(Repeat Chorus)
|---------------------------------------------------------------|
| //---\ //----// //-----\ | |
| // // //____// // ___ | dagr@edb.tih.no |
| //____// // // //______// | |
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| A journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step | |
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IF ANNYBODY HAS SOME STUFF OF THESE AND SIMILAR GROUPS, MAIL'EM TO
ME, THANKS. TESLA, METALLICA, EXTREME, MANOWAR and so on........
From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin)
BLOWIN' IN THE WIND by Bob Dylan
C F C
How many roads must a man walk down
C F G
Before you call him a man
C F C
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
F G
Before she sleeps in the sand?
C F C
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannonballs fly
F G
Before they are forever banned?
F G
The answer my friend
C
Is blowin' in the wind
F G C
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see?
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* If you like it, send me one of your favourites." *
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From: pjoe@charon.muc.de (Peter Eybert)
Buckets of rain (Bob Dylan, Blood on the tracks)
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G6 D G6 D
Buckets of rain, buckets of tears,
G6 D G6 D
got all them buckets comin' out of my ears.
G D
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand,
A G F#m A7/E D
I got all the love, honey baby, you can stand.
I been meek and hard like an oak,
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke.
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear,
if you want me, honey baby, I'll be here.
Like your smile and your fingertips,
like the way that you move your lips.
I like the cool way you look at me,
everything about you is bringing me misery.
Little red wagon, little red bike,
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like.
I like the way you love me strong and slow,
I'm taking you with me, honey baby, when I go.
Life is sad, life is a bust,
all you can do is do what you must.
You do what you must do and you do it well,
I'll do it for you, honey baby, can't you tell.
Hope this helps, Peter.
--
____________________________________________________________
Peter Eybert pjoe@charon.muc.de (NeXTMail welcome)
--
From: Harlan L Thompson
BUCKETS OF RAIN- Bob Dylan
TUNING: D A D F# A D or E B E G# B E
E Esus E2 Esus E
Buckets of rain, buckets of tears
E Esus E2 Esus E
Got all them buckets coming out of my ears
A E A/E E
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
B A G#m11 F#m11 E A/E E
You got all the love honey baby I can stand
I've been meek, and hard like an oak
I've seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you want me, honey baby I'll be here
I like the smile in your fingertips
I like the way that you move your hips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me misery
Little red wagon, little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
I'm taking you with me honey baby when I go
Life is sad, life is a bust
All you can do is do what you must
You do what you must do, and you do it well
I'll do it for you, honey baby can't you tell?
CHORDS:
E Esus E2 A A6 B C#m11 F#m11 D6+9 Abm7+5
E 0 2 4 5 5 7 4 2 10 12
B 0 0 0 5 7 7 0 0 7 9
G# 0 1 3 5 5 7 3 1 9 10
E 0 0 0 5 5 7 4 2 0 0
B 0 0 0 5 5 7 0 0
E 0 0 0 5 5 7 0 0
NOTE: I'm not really that sure about this one, I just know it sounds
much better than playing it in standard version. This is just a general
outline- listen to the record to really get it. Also, it's hard to
explain, but you need to slide on and off the 000102 and 000304 shapes
when they appear.
FROM: Blood on the Tracks, 1975.
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Date: Sun, 28 Jan 96 15:33:49 EST
From: Winston Campbell
Subject: CHANGING OF THE GUARDS by Bob Dylan
Intro: Ab
Fm
Sixteen years,
Ab Eb Fm
Sixteen banners united over the fields
Db Eb
While the good shepherd grieves
Fm Ab Eb
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Fm Db Eb Ab
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.
Fm
Fortune calls.
Ab Eb Fm
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Db Eb Fm
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
Ab Eb Fm
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
Db Eb Ab
On midsummer's eve, near the tower.
(Interlude)
Fm
The cold-blooded moon.
Ab Eb
The captain waits above the celebration
Fm Db Eb
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Fm Ab Eb
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
Fm Db Eb Ab
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
Fm
They shaved her head.
Ab Eb
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
Fm Db Eb
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
Fm Ab Eb
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
Fm Db Eb Ab
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
(Interlude)
Fm
I stumbled to my feet.
Ab Eb
I rode past destruction in the ditches
Fm Db Eb
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Fm Ab Eb
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Fm Db Eb Ab
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
Fm
The palace of mirrors
Ab Eb
Where dog soldiers are reflected,
Fm Db Eb
The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
Fm Ab Eb
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
Fm Db Eb Ab
Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
(Interlude)
Fm
She wakes him up
Ab Eb
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Fm Db Eb
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
Fm Ab Eb
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
Fm Db Eb Ab
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Fm
Gentlemen, he said,
Ab Eb Fm
I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
Db Eb
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
Fm Ab Eb
But Eden is burning, either get brave for elimination
Fm Db Eb Ab
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
(Interlude)
Fm
Peace will come
Ab Eb Fm
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
Db Eb Fm
But will offer no reward when her false idols fall
Ab Eb Fm
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Db Eb Ab
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
Fm Ab Eb
Fm...
The "Interlude" (that the sax plays) is:
Ab Eb Db Ab
E -6-8-9-8-8~----6-6~----4-4~--(repeat 3 times)---||-6p4-4---4~--||
B ------------------------------------------------||-------6-----||
G ------------------------------------------------||-------------||
D ------------------------------------------------||-------------||
A ------------------------------------------------||-------------||
E ------------------------------------------------||-------------||
One word of note: It is much easier to play this song with a capo on the
first fret (i.e. play Em G D Em C D... while the 1st fret is fretted). This
makes it more easier and does not make the guitar sound too choppy.
Also:
(DON'T YOU JUST LOVE THOSE LYRICS)
chimes_o.crd
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From: Len Moskowitz
Subject: CRD: "Chimes of Freedom" (Dylan/Byrds version, full lyrics)
Chimes of Freedom
(Bob Dylan)
Lyrics are from Dylan's "Another Side of Bob Dylan." This version is
from Roger McGuinn's latest (5/23/95) live shows, per my recollection.
The 12-string guitar is tuned down 1/2 step. The variations between
Dylan and The Byrds are shown in brackets -- square for Dylan's lyrics
that The Byrds/McGuinn left out and pointy for those they added.
Chord Tab:
G C9 C9/B C D Am
E 3 3 3 0 2 0
B 3 3 3 1 3 1
G 0 0 0 0 2 2
D 0 2 0 2 0 2
A 2 3 2 3 x 0
E 3 x x x x x
Intro: G C C/B D Dsus4
C D G (notes: B C D G...)
G C9
Far between the sundown's finish
G C9
and midnights broken toll
G
we ducked inside
C9 D G (notes: B C D G...)
the doorway [as] thunder [went] crashing
G C9
As majestic bells of bolts
G C9
struck shadows in the sounds
G C9 D G
seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
(notes on low E string and open D: G F# E D...)
D
Flashing for the warriors
G C9 G
whose strength is not to fight
C9 C9/B
flashing for the refugees
Am D
of the unarmed road of flight
G C9
and for each and every underdog
G C9
soldier in the night
G C9 D G (notes: B C D G...)
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
[The Byrds skipped the next few verses]
There are cities melted furnace
unexpectedly we watched
with faces hidden as the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells
before the blowing rain
dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel
tolling for the rake
tolling for the luckless
they are bound and damned forsaked
tolling for the outcasts
burning constantly at stake
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Through the mad mystic hammering
and the wild ripping hail
the sky cracked its farms in naked wonder
As the clanging of the church bells
blew far into the breeze
leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle
striking for the kind
striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
and the poet and painter
far behind his rightful time
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
In the wild cathedral evening
the rain unravelled tales
for a disrobed faceless farms of no position
Tolling for the tongues
with no place to bring their thoughts
all down and taken for granted situations
Tolling for the deaf and blind
tolling for the mute
for a mistreated maidless mother, a mistitled prostitute
for the misdemeanor outlaw
chained and cheated by pursuit
and we gaze upon the chimes of freedom flashing
[The Byrds pick it up here]
Even though the cloud's white curtain
in a far off corner [flowered]
and the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light<s> still struck like arrows
fired but [further ones] <for the ones>
condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones
on their speechless seeking trail
for the lonesome hearted lovers with too personal a tale
and for each unharmful gentle soul
misplaced inside a jail
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
[Byrds/McGuinn:
C C9/B D
dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
C C9/B D G
dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee-duh]
Starry eyes and laughing
as I recall when we were caught
[trapped] <can't find> no track [for] <of> ours for they hang suspended
As we listened one last time
and we watched with one last look
spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching <ones>
whose wounds cannot be nursed
or the countless confused accused misused
strung out ones and worse
and for every hung up person
in the whole wide universe
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
[Byrds: dee dee...]
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From: zeroy@netcom.com (Roy M. Randall)
DEAR LANDLORD
Bob Dylan, 1968
C E7
Dear Landlord, please don't put a price on my soul,
Am Am/G F Em Dm
My burden is heavy, my dreams are beyond control.
F F7
When that steamboat whistle blows,
Bb
I'm gonna give you all I got to give,
C Dm7 C C7
And I do hope you receive it well,
F Gm Dm F G
Depending on the way you feel that you live.
Dear Landlord, please heed these words that I speak,
I know you've suffered much, but in this you are not so unique.
All of us at times we might work too hard
To have it too fast and too much,
And anyone can fill his life up with things he can see
But he just cannot touch.
Dear Landlord, please don't dismiss my case,
I'm not about to argue, I'm not about to move to no other place.
Now each of us has his own special gift,
And you know this was meant to be true,
And if don't underestimate me,
I won't underestimate you.
--
Roy M. Randall, FG |
Inconsequential Systems, Inc. | MORONS! I've got MORONS on my team!
zeroy@netcom.com |
desolati.crd
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From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn)
Desolation Row
words and music by Bob Dylan
D
They're selling postcards of the hanging.
G D
They're painting the passports brown.
A7
The beauty parlour's filled with sailors.
G D
The circus is in town.
Here comes the blind commissoner.
G D
They've got him in a trance.
A7
One hand's tied to the tightrope walker.
G D
The other is in his pants.
G
And the riot squad they're restless
D
They need some where to go.
D A7
As lady and I look out tonight
G D
On Desolation Row.
Cinderella she seem so easy.
It takes on to know one she smiles.
Then puts her hand in her back pocket,
Betty davis style.
Then in comes Romeo he's moaning.
You Belong to me I believe.
And someone says your in the wrong place my friend
You better leave.
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go.
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row.
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortune telling lady
Has already taken all her things inside.
All except for Cane and Able
And the Hunch Back of Notre Dame
Everyone is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the good samaritan he's dressing
He's gettin ready for the show.
He's going to the carinval
Tonight on Desolation Row.
Now Ophelia she's 'neath the window.
For her I feel so afraid.
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid.
To her death is quite romantic.
She wears an iron vest.
Her profession's her religion,
Her sin is her lifelessness.
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row.
Einstien disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend a jealous monk.
He looked so frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then went off sniffing drain pipes
And reciting the alphabet.
No you would not think to look at him
That he was famous long ago
For playing electric violin
On Desolation Row.
Doctor filth he keeps his word
Inside a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
Are trying to blow it up.
Now his nurse a local looser
She's in charge of the cyanaide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
Have mercy on his soul.
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
>From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're gettin ready for the feast
The phantom of the opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoon feedin Casonova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll killed him with self confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the phantom shouting to skinning girls
Get outta her don't you know
Casanova is just being punished
For going to Desolation Row.
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crews
Round up everyone
That knows more than they do.
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart attack machines
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men that go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody shouting
Which side are you on
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot
Fighting in the captains tower
While calypso signers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row
Yes I received your letter yesterday
About the time the door knob broke.
When you asked me how I was
Was that some kind of joke.
All those people that you mention
Yes I know them they're quite lame.
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name.
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no.
Not unless you mail them from
Desolation Row.
Be seeing you,
Kelwyn.
_________
He said that's alright babe,
I love you too.
But we were Tangled Up In Blue.
- Bob Dylan
From: jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk (James Fryer)
Subject: CRD: Dylan, Desolation Row
D
They're selling postcards of the hanging
D G D
They're painting the passports brown
D A
The beauty parlour's filled with sailors
G D
The circus is in town
D
Here comes the blind commissioner
D G D
They got him in a trance
D A
One hand is tied to the