tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68008481874475584542024-03-13T05:28:02.745-07:00David Ackles ChordsA collection of lyrics and
music - chords, tabs and
bits of sheet music - of
songs written by American
singer-songwriter David
Ackles (1937-1999)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-25625490345202011132011-01-28T11:55:00.002-08:002013-03-07T07:46:09.810-08:00Contents<a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/1970/01/youtube-videos.html"><span style="color: #cc0000;">David Ackles on Youtube</span></a><br />
<a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2012/04/reviews-in-dutch.html">Reviews in Dutch</a><br />
<a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.nl/1970/02/newspaper-reviews-69-70.html">NEW: Newspaper Reviews 1969-1970 </a><br />
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<b>David Ackles (1968)</b><br />
1. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/08/road-to-cairo.html">Road to Cairo</a><br />
2. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-love-is-gone.html">When Love is Gone</a><br />
3. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/09/sonny-come-home.html">Sonny Come Home</a><br />
4. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/09/blue-ribbons.html">Blue Ribbons</a><br />
5. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-happy-day.html">What a Happy Day</a><br />
6. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/08/down-river.html">Down River</a><br />
7. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/09/laissez-faire.html">Laissez Faire</a><br />
8. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/09/lotus-man.html">Lotus Man</a><br />
9. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/09/his-name-is-andrew.html">His Name Was Andrew</a><br />
10. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-my-friend.html">Be My Friend</a><br />
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<b>Subway to the Country (1969)</b><br />
1. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/09/main-line-saloon.html">Main Line Saloon</a><br />
2. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-no-reason-to-cry.html">That's No Reason to Cry</a><br />
3. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/09/candy-man.html">Candy Man</a><br />
4. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/out-on-road.html">Out on the Road</a><br />
5. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/cabin-on-mountain.html">Cabin on the Mountain</a><br />
6. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/woman-river.html">Woman River</a><br />
7. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/inmates-of-institution.html">Inmates of the Institution</a><br />
8. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/subway-to-country.html">Subway to the Country</a><br />
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<b>American Gothic (1972)</b><br />
1. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/06/american-gothic.html">American Gothic</a><br />
2. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/06/loves-enough.html">Love's Enough</a><br />
3. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/08/ship-of-state.html">Ballad of the Ship of State</a><br />
4. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-night-stand.html">One Night Stand</a><br />
5. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-california.html">Oh, California!</a><br />
6. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-friday-night.html">Another Friday Night</a><br />
7. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-band.html">Family Band</a><br />
8. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/08/midnight-carousel.html">Midnight Carousel</a><br />
9. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/06/waiting-for-moving-van.html">Waiting for the Moving Van</a><br />
10. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/08/blues-for-billy-whitecloud.html">Blues for Billy Whitecloud</a><br />
11. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/08/montana-song.html">Montana Song</a><br />
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<b>Five and Dime (1973)</b><br />
1. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/everybody-has-story.html">Everybody Has a Story</a><br />
2. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-been-loved.html">I've Been Loved</a><br />
3. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/jenna-saves.html">Jenna Saves</a><br />
4. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/surfs-down.html">Surf's Down</a><br />
5. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/berry-tree.html">Berry Tree</a><br />
6. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-good-womans-man.html">One Good Woman's Man</a><br />
7. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/run-pony-run.html">Run Pony Run</a><br />
8. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/aberfan.html">Aberfan</a><br />
9. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/house-above-strand.html">House Above the Strand</a><br />
10. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/photograph-of-you.html">Photograph of You</a><br />
11. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-havent-got-hope-in-my-pocket.html">Such a Woman</a><br />
12. <a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/10/postcards.html">Postcards</a><br />
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<b>Other</b><br />
<a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2011/12/your-face-your-smile.html">Your Face, Your Smile</a><br />
<a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.nl/1970/03/la-route-chicago.html">La Route á Chicago</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-6213844338148525572011-01-01T01:45:00.000-08:002013-02-28T00:49:52.835-08:00There Is a River: The Uncertain Legacy of David Ackles (1937-1999)This piece was edited and moved to http://www.furious.com/perfect/davidackles3.html where it will hopefully attract more readers to David Ackles.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-69265056944362651962010-01-01T03:59:00.001-08:002012-04-12T04:04:20.511-07:00Reviews in Dutch<em>De links hieronder verwijzen naar mijn recensies van de vier albums die David Ackles maakte. De cijfers geven een indicatie, op een schaal van 1 tot 10, van mijn oordeel. Ik hoor overigens graag hoe andere luisteraars de albums zouden rangschikken.</em><br />
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<a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/01/reviews-in-dutch.html">David Ackles (1968) - 9</a><br />
<a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2012/04/subway-to-country-1969-75.html">Subway to the Country (1868) - 7.5</a><br />
<a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/01/american-gothic-1972-95.html">American Gothic (1972) - 9.5</a><br />
<a href="http://davidackleschords.blogspot.com/2010/01/five-and-dime-1973-85.html">Five and Dime (1973) - 8.5</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-18038377143268212022010-01-01T03:53:00.000-08:002012-04-12T03:53:54.161-07:00Subway to the Country (1969) – 7.5<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Van zijn vier albums is David Ackles’ Subway the Country al met al het minst bevredigend – waarbij meteen zij aangetekend dat ook het minste album van deze songwriter het luisteren waard is. Wellicht was het de druk om na het debuut snel met een opvolger te komen, maar de liedjes op dit tweede album hebben niet de consistente kwaliteit die de andere drie platen kenmerkt. Vooral het lome Woman River en het rauwe Main Line Saloon zijn zeldzame dieptepunten in zijn oeuvre.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Gelukkig maken de hoogtepunten veel, zo niet alles goed. Candy Man is tegelijk het tragische verhaal van een getraumatiseerde soldaat, een politiek statement over de oorlog, en een zwartkomische vertelling. En Inmates of the Insitution is behalve onbegrijpelijk op het tekstuele niveau, ook een tour-de-force van wild opzwepende, Dylaneske folkrock. En in het titellied, later gecoverd door Harry Belafonte, weerklinkt Ackles’ liefde voor het platteland, alsook zijn poëtische en subtiele teksten. ‘New York is a town too big for children,’ zingt hij, ‘where there is so much dirt, they think that snow is grey.’ Maar de lichte toon maskeert een weinig hoopvolle boodschap. Ackles vervolgt: ‘And you have to watch their childhood waste away. Hey we have got to find a subway to the country, or anywhere.’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Tel daarbij op de meeslepende ballade Out on the Road – waarop Ackles zijn stem uit de bocht laat vliegen zoals alleen hij dat kan – en de gevangeniscountry van Cabin on the Mountain, en het resultaat is een album dat, als geheel, Ackles’ vakmanschap waardig is. Geen onomstreden meesterwerk ditmaal, maar een album van wisselend niveau dat door een aantal schitterende liedjes niet mag ontbreken in de platenkast van iedere liefhebber van intelligente singer-songwriters.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-42939612542917829032010-01-01T03:49:00.000-08:002012-04-12T03:54:38.246-07:00American Gothic (1972) – 9.5<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Critici waren bepaald niet zuinig met hun lof toen het album American Gothic in 1972 verscheen. Een ‘mijlpaal in de popgeschiedenis’ werd het genoemd, en ‘de Sgt. Pepper van de folkmuziek’. Het publiek, daarentegen, liet Ackles’ derde album massaal links liggen – tot frustratie van zowel Ackles als zijn platenmaatschappij. Wie hadden er gelijk? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Veertig jaar later kan er geen twijfel over zijn: American Gothic houdt zich moeiteloos staande tussen de beste singer-songwriteralbums uit de jaren zestig en zeventig. Behalve zijn donkere, overtuigende stem, toont Ackles zich een uitzonderlijk intelligente en poëtische schrijver. Het titellied is een even vernietigende als ironische inkijk in het huwelijk van Horace en Molly Jenkins. Zij pretendeert shows te bezoeken maar duikt met vreemde mannen het bed in, onderwijl denkend aan haar enige passie: schoenen. Thuis verschalkt hij zich ‘in a half-filled marriage bed’ met vieze boekjes, en verdrinkt zijn schaamte in whisky. Het laatste couplet, ‘Sunday breakfast at the Jenkins’ vat hun leven in een vijftal vernietigende regels briljant samen. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Maar er zijn ook liefdesliedjes (heeft iemand de bedwelming van verliefdheid ooit mooier bezongen dan Ackles in Love’s Enough?) politieke satires over racisme, de oorlog in Vietnam en milieuvervuiling, en een epische vertelling over het verdwenen pioniersleven op het land in Montana. En American Gothic bewijst dat Ackles een veelzijdige componist is, die zich even soepel bedient van het idioom van jazz crooners als elementen van moderne klassieke muziek en Amerikaanse showtunes in zijn arrangementen verwerkt. Met hulp van arrangeur Robert Kirby – bekend van zijn werk met Nick Drake – vervaardigde hij een onvergetelijk album: een rijke versmelting van muziekstijlen en poëtische teksten. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Met American Gothic rijst Ackles tot hoogten waarvan de meeste popmuzikanten slechts sporadisch, en dan vanuit de verte, een mistige glimp op kunnen vangen.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-36080842413651560362010-01-01T03:48:00.000-08:002012-04-12T03:55:16.504-07:00Five and Dime (1973) – 8.5<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Wat zijn vierde album in een lange, luisterrijke carrière had moeten zijn, is in retrospect Ackles’ zwanenzang gebleken. De verkoopcijfers vielen tegen, er was geen geld voor een grootschalige promotiecampagne, en na Five and Dime verliet Ackles geruisloos de muziekwereld. Dat hiermee de popmuziek een groot onrecht aangedaan is, blijkt wel uit de twaalf liedjes die zijn laatste album vormen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Wederom is er bitterzoete melancholie (One Good Woman’s Man, Photograph of you, I’ve Been Loved) en politieke bevlogenheid (Run Pony Run, Aberfan). Maar Five and Dime brengt ook de humorist in Ackles naar boven: Surf’s Down is een hilarische pastiche op de Beach Boys, compleet met hoge koortjes en verteld vanuit het perspectief van een oudere surfdude (Now when I pick up a girl I say as nice as I can, 'Wanna tandem,' but she says, 'You dirty old man.'). En Jenna Saves is het tragische verhaal van Jenna Pearl, die op haar tiende een riante erfenis krijgt die ze tot haar dood met niemand wil delen. Ackles eindigt zonder een greintje mededogen, ‘And now she rides a golden horse in Hell of course.’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Dat Five en Dime niet het bizarre niveau van American Gothic haalt, komt deels doordat het album er niet in slaagt een eenduidig verhaal over te brengen. Het is een verzameling liedjes – ontroerende, grappige, scherpe liedjes – geen visionaire kijk op het Amerikaanse leven. Wel laat Ackles op zijn laatste album zien dat zijn liedkunst het ook zonder grootse arrangementen kan stellen: de beperkte begeleiding, soms alleen zijn eigen piano, doet niets af aan de melodische en lyrische schoonheid van de liedjes en Ackles’ zang.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In alles is Five en Dime een waardige zwanenzang, en als de laatste noot geklonken heeft, blijft slechts een gevoel van groot onrecht, van groot ongenoegen ook met het feit dat zo’n talentvolle artiest zich zo vroeg in zijn carrière gedwongen zag de muzikale arena te verlaten.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-16708753876193093822010-01-01T03:40:00.009-08:002012-04-12T07:15:02.177-07:00David Ackles (1968) - 9<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">David Ackles’ debuutalbum is allesbehalve een schoorvoetende eerste stap in de muziekwereld. Hier is een volwassen singer-songwriter, die zowel muzikaal als poëtisch voor weinig collega’s hoeft te buigen.</span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Het eerste nummer, Road to Cairo, is meteen een voltreffer – en een passende voorbode voor de rest van zijn oeuvre. Het is het gepijnigde relaas van een vagebond die na jaren zijn gezin in Cairo, Illinois weer op wil zoeken. Uiteindelijk reist hij ongedaner zake zijn verloren thuis voorbij, uit schaamte om zijn vertrek, en angst voor het welkom dat hem wacht. De uitzinnige instrumentale climax klinkt als een ontspoorde auto die, voortgedreven door een losgeslagen gitaar, orgel en bas, met tweehonderd kilometer per uur op een ravijn afstevent. Het is een even verontrustend als zelfverzekerd voorspel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Op de rest van David Ackles houdt hij dit niveau schijnbaar moeiteloos vast. Uit alles blijkt zijn veelzijdige vakmanschap. Behalve de wilde trip van Road to Cairo, brengt hij ook een onbeschaamd optimistische ballad (What a Happy Day), de nostalgie van Down River en When Love is Gone, en de romantische anti-oorlogslyriek van Lotus man:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In the dawn, listening to the distant drums, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And the distant cannon firing, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We'll be gone long before the battle comes, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Just the thought of war is tiring.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Maar Ackles is geen romanticus zoals het woord zo kort na de blijmoedige Summer of Love begrepen werd. Altijd is er een duistere onderstroom die zijn vertellers de diepte intrekt. ‘The world is full of lovers’, zingt hij in Blue Ribbons, om vervolgens de luisteraar abrupt uit zijn romantische droom wakker te schudden, ‘Loving hate and only loving others of their kind’. Het is deze durf om donkere noten aan te slaan, in combinatie met zijn grote vakmanschap als schrijver en muzikant, die Ackles tot een van de allergrootsten maakt – en zijn debuut is een uitstekend beginpunt voor een ontdekkingsreis door zijn rijke oeuvre.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-47787408163732336411975-11-22T09:47:00.000-08:002013-11-22T09:55:22.457-08:00Phil Ochs, 22th of November, 1963<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">It was the only time Alice ever saw him cry. She'd gone down to do the laundry. When she returned, she found him at the kitchen table, his forehead flat against the fornica top, his arms dangling at his sides, his body silently convulsing. She dropped the laundry and knelt beside him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Phil . . . Phil . . ." He kept on shaking. The TV was on. Walter Cronkite. There were tears in his eyes too. It was November 22, 1963.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Phil loved Kennedy. He was civil rights, he was the Peace Corps. He was Marilyn Monroe singing "Happy Birthday" in Madison Square Garden. He was the son of a movie morgul; a football player, a war hero. "That Was the President." When Phil finished writing the song, he fell into bed. Unable to sleep, he stared at the ceiling.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"What's wrong, Phil?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I think I'm going to die tonight, Alice. I think I'm going to die."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">From: <i>Death of a Rebel </i>by Marc Eliot, 1979, p. 77.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-50940662269928317331973-01-30T07:19:00.000-08:002012-11-16T06:54:08.425-08:00Everybody Has a StoryEverybody has a story<br />
Everybody has a tale to tell<br />
Lies spoken, hearts broken,<br />
Lost in Hell.<br />
All you have to do is listen,<br />
That's the hardest thing to do.<br />
I promise I will try to listen to your troubles<br />
Promise when it's my turn, so will you<br />
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Everybody has a story,<br />
Everybody has a tale to tell.<br />
Lost ritches, old ditches,<br />
Rooms that smell.<br />
Your story sounds a lot like mine,<br />
I'd love to listen but I don't have time<br />
It's after midnight and we've drunk the wine<br />
You say buy a little more I 'll try a little more, <br />
Go on and why a little more.<br />
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Your father went to sea when you were born<br />
Your mother went to Bellevue and your dog died in a storm<br />
The only friend you had, he said you drove him mad,<br />
So what do you want of me, a little sympathy,<br />
Because life hurts you and friends desert you,<br />
And nobody wants to listen, nor do we.<br />
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'Cause everybody has a story,<br />
Everybody has a tale tell.<br />
Doom tasted, hope wasted,<br />
Love to sell.<br />
All you have to do is listen,<br />
There's a nightmare coming true.<br />
Someone's trying to shoal the edges of the nightmare<br />
It ought to make you grateful it's not you.<br />
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Everybody has a story,<br />
All you have to do is listen.<br />
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<strong>Music</strong><br />
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<em>Thanks to Bernard Gates!</em><br />
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Intro<br />
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Eb l Eb<br />
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Verse<br />
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Fm l Eb l Bb (bb-bnat)<br />
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Cm l Cm l Cm l Cm<br />
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Fm/c l G#m/b l Bb l Cm/bb Bb<br />
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Chorus<br />
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G l G l G l F aug/b <br />
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Db l C l Bb l Bb l Fm/ab l Fm/ab<br />
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Eb/g l Ab6 l Bb l Bb<br />
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Coda<br />
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Eb l Eb l Fm/c l CmUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-67399313617886021381973-01-29T09:21:00.000-08:002013-02-17T08:49:38.374-08:00I've Been LovedThey stake out a plane <br />
To a bench on the board-walk <br />
For ninety nine years.<br />
They're old when they get here,<br />
They stay old forever <br />
As time dissapears.<br />
They get lunch everyday<br />
At the Palm Court Cafe<br />
It's better than home<br />
When you're alone.<br />
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And it all seems so lonely<br />
You just wanna cry, <br />
It's so lonely.<br />
You wanna ask, 'Why <br />
Do they go on?<br />
How can they survive?'<br />
And they'll tell you:<br />
'I've been loved, so I know I'm alive.<br />
I've been loved alive.'<br />
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My grandmother waits <br />
In the depth of her pillows for<br />
God only knows.<br />
To see her you'd say her life's <br />
Not worth the living, <br />
Still onward she goes.<br />
She eats three meals a day <br />
From a porcelain tray <br />
And they all taste same<br />
When you're in pane.<br />
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And it all seems so lonely<br />
You just wanna cry,<br />
It's so lonely.<br />
You wanna ask 'Why <br />
Does she go on?<br />
How can she survive?'<br />
And she'll tell you:<br />
'I've been loved, so I know I'm alive.<br />
I've been loved alive.'<br />
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You step off the bus <br />
At the usual corner <br />
And walk to your room.<br />
It's silent and empty <br />
Except for a breath <br />
Of her favourite perfume.<br />
You switch on the news,<br />
And you kick off your shoes,<br />
And pour out a drink,<br />
And try not to think.<br />
<br />
'Cause it all seems so lonely,<br />
You just wanna cry.<br />
It's so lonely,<br />
You ask yourself, 'Why <br />
Do you go on?<br />
How can you survive?'<br />
And you answer:<br />
'I've been loved, so I know I'm alive.<br />
I've been loved alive.'Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-47923565251112618381973-01-28T05:53:00.000-08:002013-02-28T11:59:53.192-08:00Jenna SavesWhen Jenna Pearl was ten,<br />
Her daddy told her never again never again, never again.<br />
Will Jenna want for anything,<br />
Uncle George died and left her, left her his brass ring.<br />
<br />
'Now you can make the neighbours play the fool<br />
Even send yourself to boarding school.<br />
Buy a chauffeur-driven limousine.<br />
But don't forget your daddy's queen.'<br />
<br />
But Jenna Pearl was noone's girl, she knew even then,<br />
She said, 'How nice, but your advice, I'll never need again.<br />
But you can call me anytime, here's a dime.'<br />
<br />
When Jenna Pearl was grown,<br />
Guido found her living alone, living alone, living alone.<br />
He said ignore my threadbare clothes, <br />
I'm a man and what I can give, what I can give, a woman knows<br />
<br />
I can give you love and love again,<br />
A husband with the strength of ten.<br />
You wanna buy a car and clothes for me,<br />
'Cause what you get is what you see.<br />
<br />
But Jenna Pearl was noone's girl, she understood the score<br />
She said, 'Poor thing, we live in sin, all love and nothing more.'<br />
She said, 'You don't like that? Well here's your hat.'<br />
<br />
When Jenna Pearl was old, her favourite friends were<br />
Buckets of gold, barrels of gold, all of her gold.<br />
Her doctor told her, 'You won't last,<br />
And everyone goes, and everyone knows you're going fast<br />
<br />
Why don't you give it all to charity, <br />
Except a little bag for me.<br />
You'll never live to spend it anyway<br />
So don't forget the AMA.<br />
<br />
But Jenna Pearl was a mean old girl, she kept her golden hoard.<br />
Then on the day she died she often cried, 'I leave it to the lord,'<br />
And now she rides a golden horse in Hell of course.<br />
<br />
<b>Music</b><br />
<br />
<i>Under construction!</i><br />
<br />
With thanks to Dan Ashton. Capo on IV.<br />
<br />
Verse<br />
<br />
Am | Am | D7 | D7 |Am | Am<br />
Am | Am | D7 | D7 |Am | Am<br />
Bm | Bm | E7 | Cb7<br />
<br />
Chorus<br />
<br />
F# | B/ab | Bsus4 | B/ab<br />
F# | B/ab | E7 | - Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-44925965554137420341973-01-27T06:06:00.000-08:002015-04-13T06:07:32.081-07:00Surf's DownEverything's changing on the surfing scene,<br />
I traded in my Woodie on a new machine<br />
I haven't had a zit since I was seventeen<br />
And I can't find the number of my teenage queen,<br />
Now when I pick up a girl I say as nice as I can,<br />
'Wanna tandem,' but she says, 'You dirty old man.'<br />
Surf's down. <br />
<br />
It's getting kind of lonely as a surfer man.<br />
My knots are disappearing and I got no tan.<br />
My wet suit's leaking and they laugh at my jams,<br />
And no-one wants to talk about their<b> </b>high-lift cams.<br />
So well I got a few tricks that I'd like to show,<br />
But you can't hang ten when you've lost your little toe.<br />
Surf's down. <br />
<br />
Hey there Linda babe why won't you respond,<br />
Don't you know me, I used to be a blonde.<br />
<br />
Let's go stomping baby you and me.<br />
I got some Dick Dale records and Sherry.<br />
And then we'll check the waves down at Wind and Sea,<br />
I'll even buy some beer and use my own ID.<br />
I've got a lot more miles til my treads wear through,<br />
So I guess I'll keep surfing 'cause it's all I can do.<br />
Surf's down.<br />
<br />
Ride, ride, ride, surfer man.<br />
<br />
<b>Music</b><br />
<br />
Verse:<br />
<br />
E | - | - | -<br />
A | - | E | -<br />
B | A | B | A<br />
<br />
Bridge:<br />
<br />
C-G | Am-D<br />
Bm-B | D-D<br />
<b>Notes</b><br />
<br />
There is quite some surfer slang in this song. So for anyone like me who did not grow up in 60s California (thanks to Brian Mathieson and Cara Klieger):<br />
<br />
Dick Dale: Ground-breaking surf rock guitarist aka 'the King of the Surf Guitar'. <br />
Hang ten: Placing ten toes over the nose of the surfboard aka 'toes on the nose'.<br />
High-lift cam: A car part (I do not know what the surf connection is here).<br />
Knots: Callouses just below the knee and on the tops of the foot caused by kneeling on the surfboard. <br />
Sherry: Song written by Bob Gaudio and originally performed by The Four Seasons in 1962 - Ackles' singing imitates their melody on this word.<br />
Tandem: Two people riding on a surfboard at the same time, usually a man and woman.<br />
Wet suit: A neoprene rubber suit used by surfers to keep warm. <br />
Wind and Sea: Restaurant on the Southern Californian shore (est. 1972).<br />
Woodie: A station wagon, made in the 40s and 50s, with wood paneling on the sides.<br />
Zit: Pimple.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-6999715253550748941973-01-26T06:15:00.000-08:002011-05-19T03:13:14.129-07:00Berry TreeThere's berry tree, standing by the door-step,<br />
And it stays green all around the year.<br />
It feeds the birds staying through the winter,<br />
And it gives a shade when the summer's here.<br />
<br />
And I thank the Lord for the world I see<br />
For loving you and living free and thee,<br />
And the berry tree.<br />
<br />
There's a wooden cross, standing on a hill-side,<br />
Where it will stand for us all to see.<br />
It can show us love, it can feed us through a lifetime.<br />
And the fruit it gives, it has given free.<br />
<br />
And I thank the Lord for the world I see,<br />
For loving you and living free and thee,<br />
And the berry tree.<br />
<br />
There's a girl I love, standing at the window,<br />
With the winter sun shining in her face<br />
And the love she bears will keep me through a lifetime.<br />
Like the tree and the cross, we will stand with grace.<br />
<br />
And I thank the Lord for the world I see.<br />
The girl I love, the living tree and thee,<br />
And the berry tree.<br />
<br />
<strong>Music</strong><br />
<br />
This one is in F# - I'd suggest playing it in C with a capo on the sixth fret.<br />
<br />
Intro<br />
<br />
C | G | F | C<br />
<br />
Verse (There's a berry tree...)<br />
<br />
C | - | Em/b | -<br />
Am | - | G | -<br />
<br />
Refrain (And I thank the Lord...)<br />
<br />
Am | Am/g# | Am/g | D7/f#<br />
G | G | C | -<br />
<br />
Melody<br />
<br />
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This night I was one good woman's man.<br />
I was one good woman's man.<br />
<br />
When I said I love you, why do you roll away?<br />
You cried and told me that you could not stay,<br />
And I knew you had no place to stay.<br />
<br />
I found a postcard left unsend on the floor.<br />
Unsigned, it says, 'Matthew, all my love and more.'<br />
It says, 'Matthew, all my love and more.'<br />
<br />
I guess you're travelling and I guess you're alright.<br />
I hope someone keeps you warm this night.<br />
And I wish I'd been Matthew just this night.<br />
<br />
<b>Music</b><br />
<br />
This is in Eb again, one of David's favorite keys. It's perhaps best playable on guitar in D with a capo on the first fret. The dominant piano figure begins as a simple sus2 riff, D-E-F# and modulates to D-F#-G and various other variations. This basic harmonic structure is something like this (with a capo on I):<br />
<br />
D | D |G | G <br />
Em | Em | Em | A | A<br />
D G-D/f# | Em-Em7 | A | A |<br />
G-D/f# | Em7-A | D | D<br />
<br />
The piano part below is not a note-for-note transcription, but it should give a general idea of what he is playing. I have added the hauntingly beautiful vocal melody; the oboe and acoustic guitar play mostly variations of this.<br />
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On to someone's stable,<br />
Run, run as fast as you can,<br />
As far as your limbs are able.<br />
Cowboys have wings now, they can fly<br />
No place to hide beneath the sky.<br />
Run pony, run, there's not much time,<br />
Before you're served up grade A prime.<br />
<br />
Where are you running, pony wild,<br />
Where your spirit leads on,<br />
Men will ride you down to death<br />
For his fool dogs to feed on.<br />
Hunters have wheels now and they drive,<br />
You're not worth a damn while you're alive.<br />
Run, pony, run, there's not much time,<br />
Before you're served up grade A prime.<br />
<br />
Sons of Spanish dreams and Western plains<br />
Four hundred years and here's a bullet for your pains<br />
How long can you wander free the canyon and the rim,<br />
The red man was your only friend, look what we're doing to him.<br />
You better run, pony, run pony, run pony, run pony, run.<br />
<br />
Where are you running pony wild,<br />
Where the butcher's waiting.<br />
If you're lucky, there's a zoo<br />
Will capture you for mating.<br />
Your eagle friend has left the sky,<br />
No wing will bend to say goodbye.<br />
Run, pony, run, there's not much time,<br />
Before you're served up grade A prime.<br />
<br />
<b>Music</b><br />
<br />
Intro<br />
<br />
E | C#m | A | E |<br />
<br />
Verse<br />
<br />
E | E<br />
D | E<br />
G | D | E | <br />
G | D | E |<br />
C#m | B7/d# | E<br />
C#m | B7/d# | E<br />
<br />
Bridge<br />
<br />
G | F | Em<br />
G | F | Em<br />
G | F | Em | Em/d-c-b-a<br />
A7Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-91402738335449135581973-01-22T06:42:00.000-08:002011-01-28T12:15:18.654-08:00AberfanIt was rainy in the morning as the men left for the mine, <br />
Past the schoolyard in the morning.<br />
At the colliery production charts read, 'Men, we're doing fine,'<br />
As the rain fell in the morning.<br />
The coal board said you're number seven tip will stay in line, <br />
It's been two years this morning.<br />
But no one told the children of Aberfan.<br />
<br />
One hundred and sixteen caps and shawls<br />
Danced the halls of the school-house,<br />
While the grown-up inspectors drank their tea<br />
In the safe, dry lee of the tool-house.<br />
As the rain fell in the morning on Aberfan.<br />
<br />
Did no one hear the stones move when the tip began to fall?<br />
Did no one feel the slag shake? Was no one there at all?<br />
They were on the phone for Swansea taking orders for more,<br />
They were going about their business, minding the store,<br />
And five minutes later, they were asking, 'What for?'<br />
<br />
The call for silence hushed the crowd,<br />
Who searched the clouds for answers.<br />
While they listened for life and held their breath,<br />
The sound of death held the dancers.<br />
As the rain fell in the morning on Aberfan.<br />
<br />
But no one told the children, but no one told the children.<br />
And it's always the children.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-48388127805469705481973-01-21T06:49:00.001-08:002012-04-18T01:11:06.856-07:00House Above the StrandWill you come and live here with me, <br />
In my house above the strand?<br />
I'll have pomegranates ready<br />
So they ripen in your hand<br />
<br />
Will you be the sun in winter<br />
And a cool breeze when it's warm<br />
Will you light my footsteps homeward<br />
When I get lost in the storm.<br />
<br />
Will you set my life to music<br />
Will you make my tunes come true<br />
I will dance away the mornings<br />
If I spend the nights with you.<br />
<br />
Mm, will you marry me?<br />
Mm, and be my song?<br />
<br />
Will you come and live here with me,<br />
In my house above the strand<br />
It's been silent all this winter<br />
And the garden's turned to sand.<br />
<br />
It's a sad place when it's empty,<br />
It gets lonely just like me<br />
And it needs you, and I need you<br />
To be all that I can be.<br />
<br />
Let me fold the song around us,<br />
That I only sing for you.<br />
I will lay you down in music<br />
That will be forever new.<br />
<br />
Mm, will you marry me?<br />
Mm, and be my song?<br />
<br />
<strong>Music</strong><br />
<br />
Lots of resolved Sus2s here - as in most of Ackles' love songs (see Love's Enough for another example); on guitar, play around with the open high E string. The bass does mostly descending runs between chords.<br />
<br />
Verse<br />
<br />
D | - | Bm | - | <br />
G | Em | Asus4 | A<br />
<br />
Chords<br />
<br />
D | G | Em | -<br />
D | G | Asus4 | DUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-87862590849429796331973-01-20T09:00:00.000-08:002011-01-28T12:15:47.621-08:00Photograph of YouAll that I have of you is a photograph.<br />
We're in a row-boat,<br />
You're wearing my coat,<br />
You're trying to make me laugh.<br />
It seems like yesterday,<br />
Love was all we knew.<br />
And now a photograph <br />
Is all I have of you.<br />
<br />
It was a wet September Wednesday,<br />
They were closing down the park.<br />
I tried to bribe the row-boat man<br />
For one half hour's lark.<br />
He smiled and said go right ahead,<br />
It ain't too cold to spark.<br />
And we had fun, didn't we hon',<br />
We stayed out until dark.<br />
<br />
We played a losing game of love forever<br />
We never learned the rules<br />
While we made plans and laughed the days out,<br />
Life played us for fools.<br />
I found work as a late-night clerk,<br />
You went away to school.<br />
Then the letter came, you told me his name,<br />
He takes you rowing too.<br />
<br />
Now all I have of you is a photograph.<br />
We're in a row-boat,<br />
You're wearing my coat.<br />
You're trying to make me laugh.<br />
It seems like yesterday,<br />
Love was all we knew.<br />
And now a photograph<br />
Is all I have of you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-42614867223732327991973-01-19T07:03:00.000-08:002011-01-28T12:16:02.945-08:00Such a WomanI haven't got a hope in my pocket.<br />
I haven't got a dream to my name.<br />
But people, people, let me tell you,<br />
I am lucky just the same.<br />
<br />
I got a memory, I got a memory,<br />
Of a woman, Such a woman,<br />
God only made one.<br />
And when I held her, when I held her,<br />
Well I knew I held a sun.<br />
<br />
'Cause she warmed me,<br />
Yes, she warmed me, and lighted my way.<br />
And when she left me,<br />
That was the end of my day.<br />
<br />
I haven't got a woman to hold to.<br />
I haven't had a love for so long.<br />
But people, people, you've got to believe me,<br />
I know I can get along.<br />
<br />
I've got a memory, I've got a memory,<br />
Of a woman, such a woman,<br />
God only made one.<br />
And when I held her, when I held her,<br />
I knew I held a sun.<br />
<br />
'Cause she warmed me, <br />
Yes she warmed me, and lighted my way,<br />
And when she left me, <br />
That was the end of my day.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-33819407484506102561973-01-17T07:10:00.000-08:002011-01-28T12:16:16.878-08:00PostcardsMay I write you from time to time,<br />
A picture postcard from the five and dime?<br />
Nothing fancy, just a simple line,<br />
'I miss you.'<br />
<br />
May I telephone now and then?<br />
Nothing dreadful, just, 'Hello, my friend,<br />
How's your mother, is she on the mend?<br />
I miss you.'<br />
<br />
I have to go now, who can say how long?<br />
You be good while I'm gone <br />
And don't look behind you.<br />
I'd like to say more, but there's no need to lie.<br />
If I come back bye and bye, <br />
I just hope to find you.<br />
I'll think of you every warm night,<br />
Will you think of me if I don't write?<br />
<br />
But will you write me, from time to time,<br />
A picture postcard from the five and dime.<br />
Nothing fancy, just a simple line.<br />
I know I'll miss you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-2422807005643600321972-01-30T09:08:00.000-08:002011-01-28T12:16:31.498-08:00American GothicMrs. Molly Jenkins <br />
Sells her wares in town,<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Saturdays in the evening, </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">When the farmhands come around,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And she sows all their names in her gown.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Ah, but is she happy?</div> No, no, no, she wants a better home,<br />
And a better kind of life.<br />
But how is she going to get the things she wants, the things she needs, <br />
As some poor wretch of a farmer’s wife?<br />
<br />
He trades the milk for booze,<br />
And Molly wants new shoes,<br />
And as she snuggles down with a stranger<br />
In some back of the bar-room bed,<br />
It’s much to dark to see the stranger,<br />
So she thinks of shoes instead.<br />
<br />
Old man Horace Jenkins <br />
Stays at home to tend his schemes,<br />
Sends for pictures of black stockings <br />
On paper legs with paper seams,<br />
And he drinks 'til he drowns in his dreams.<br />
<br />
Ah, but is he happy?<br />
No, no, no, he wants to be reborn,<br />
To lead the pious life.<br />
But how is he going to shed his boozy dreams,<br />
When he has to bear the cross of a wicked wife?<br />
<br />
She claims to visit shows,<br />
And he pretends that’s where she goes.<br />
And as he snuggles down to his reading<br />
In a half-filled marriage bed,<br />
He’s so ashamed of what he’s reading <br />
That he gets blind drunk instead.<br />
<br />
Sunday breakfast with the Jenkins:<br />
They break the bread and cannot speak.<br />
She reads the rustling of his paper;<br />
He reads the way her new shoes squeak,<br />
And prays God to survive one more week.<br />
<br />
Ah but are they happy?<br />
You’d be surprised:<br />
Between the bed and the booze and the shoes<br />
They suffer least who suffer what they choose.<br />
<br />
<strong>Music</strong><br />
<br />
Intro and A minor pattern<br />
<br />
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<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Chords<br />
<br />
Am | - | - | - | - | - | -<br />
Dm6/b-Dm6/c | Dm6-Em | Am | - |<br />
Cm/g | Bb/f | Ab/eb | Ebsus2<br />
Cm/g | Bb/f | Ab/eb | Ebsus2<br />
G | - | F | -<br />
Dm | - | Cm | -<br />
Dm | - | Cm-Fmaj7-E | Am</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-10569529789918876541972-01-29T09:07:00.000-08:002013-03-01T02:34:40.715-08:00Love's EnoughEvery time you fall in love,<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
That’s the best time of all.</div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
It’s holding sunshine in your hands,</div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
It’s heaven come to call.</div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
And you wonder, will it last forever?</div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
And you try to keep tomorrow locked away.</div>
‘Cause tomorrow is forever,<br />
And love’s enough for anyone today.<br />
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Every time you fall in love,</div>
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That’s the only time it’s real.</div>
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And that girl is the only girl,</div>
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Who shares the way you feel</div>
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And you wonder how you lived without her,</div>
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And you tell yourself she’ll never go away.</div>
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‘Cause without her there’s no living,</div>
And love’s enough for anyone today.<br />
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Love’s enough <br />
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To find your heart and lose it,</div>
To see the doubt and choose it <br />
Over knowing how or when.<br />
Love’s enough,<br />
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To know if she’d refuse it</div>
You’d take what’s left and try your luck again<br />
<br />
‘Cause every time you fall in love,<br />
That’s the one and only time.<br />
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It’s living through the final verse</div>
Of a wan and lonely rhyme<br />
‘Cause you know this one will last forever,<br />
And you turn and watch tomorrow drift away.<br />
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‘Cause tomorrow is forever,</div>
And love’s enough for anyone today.<br />
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<strong>Music</strong><br />
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For guitar players, I would suggest playing it either in C with a capo on the third fret or in D with a capo in the first fret. The cover by Dutch singer Ricky Koole is in C, but with a capo on I. When I write a 9 chord, by the way, it mostly means simply: add the 2nd (e.g., an F with a g in it).<br />
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In C (as in the Ricky Koole version):<br />
<br />
Bb9 F9/a<br />
x x<br />
1 1<br />
0 0<br />
3 (or 2) 3<br />
1 0<br />
x x<br />
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Verse<br />
<br />
C | Bb9 | F9/a | C(-G7)<br />
C | Bb9 | F9/a | C<br />
F | C | D7sus4 | G7sus4<br />
C | Bb9 | F-G | C<br />
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Bridge<br />
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Am | Am/g# | Am/g | D9/f# | </div>
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D9/f | C | D9 | G7sus4</div>
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In D:<br />
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C9 G9/b<br />
0 3 (or x)<br />
3 3<br />
2 2<br />
0 0<br />
3 2<br />
x x<br />
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Verse<br />
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D | C9 | G9/b | D(-A7)<br />
D | C9 | G9/b | D<br />
G | D | E7sus4 | A7sus4<br />
D | C9 | G-A | D<br />
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Bridge<br />
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Bm | Bm/a# | Bm/a | E9/g# | </div>
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E9/f | D | E9 | A7sus4</div>
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Chords as played on the record:</div>
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Verse</div>
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Eb | Db9 | Ab9/c | Eb-Bb7<br />
Eb | Db9 | Ab9/c | Eb<br />
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Ab | Eb | F7sus4 | Bb7sus4</div>
Eb | Db9 | Ab - Bb | Eb<br />
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Bridge<br />
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Cm | Cm/b# | Cm/bb | F9/a |<br />
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F9/ab | Eb | F9 | Bb7sus4</div>
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Intro for guitar </div>
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Some of the notes have been left out to accomodate the conversion to guitar. Capo on the first fret again.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">|---------7-8-----|----------------------10----|-10----|</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">|------7--------7-|-4-6-7-----------9-12-------|-11----|</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">|-0---------------|-------5--------------------|-12----|</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Intro for piano</span><br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn0sye5vgNk/TB8pziiDMZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BpT6cC79qLs/s1600/naamloos.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="105" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn0sye5vgNk/TB8pziiDMZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BpT6cC79qLs/s400/naamloos.bmp" width="400" /></a></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-30629628005787227431972-01-28T09:07:00.000-08:002011-01-28T12:17:05.075-08:00Ballad of the Ship of StateIs this ship going home?<br />
Will you take some old young men for crew?<br />
We left our flag in tatters, <br />
Where it fell along the shore.<br />
They said a flag´s what matters, <br />
But nothing matters anymore.<br />
´Cause you're ten years overdue, ten years.<br />
<br />
Do you have some room within your hold.<br />
For some friends of ours, who won't be growing old?<br />
Why won't you answer us? Why aren't we told?<br />
Is this ship going home?<br />
<br />
Listen all of you, shut up and listen to me!<br />
You don't have to shout, we hear you.<br />
You don't have to wave, we see.<br />
It's just that we're very surprised, <br />
To find you alive.<br />
We were told there was nothing going on,<br />
And that all of you'd gone.'<br />
<br />
Is this ship going home?<br />
You must have room, we are so few.<br />
Ten years we've stood here waiting, <br />
For a ship to hove in view.<br />
We will have no more of waiting,<br />
Tell the captain, tell the crew,<br />
That they're ten years overdue, ten years.<br />
<br />
Listen all of you, shut up and listen to me.<br />
The captain is locked in his quarters.<br />
He's busy and can't be disturbed,<br />
And as for the crew, <br />
I'd watch out, were I you,<br />
For we can't keep their appetites curbed,<br />
No, we can't keep their appetites curbed.<br />
<br />
Is this ship going...<br />
<br />
Please, please, get up off your knees, <br />
You must see it's better this way<br />
You were such doughty fellows,<br />
While fighting the yellows <br />
That they might even ask you to stay,<br />
Yes, they might even ask you to stay.<br />
Don't you get the idea? <br />
You're much better off here.<br />
You're not welcome at home anymore,<br />
'Cause we're all so bored with the war.<br />
Cast off, Mister Mate!<br />
<br />
<br />
Is this ship going home?<br />
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<strong>Notes</strong><br />
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A wonderful showcase of Ackles' ability to incorporate multiple voices in a single song, to great dramatic and ironic effect.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-10555079531219577051972-01-27T09:06:00.000-08:002011-01-28T12:17:22.052-08:00One Night StandWell good morning,<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">How you doing honey?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I’ve got to tell you,</div>I never met a girl so funny,<br />
I wish it wasn’t a one night stand.<br />
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</div>You know you’re quite a girl,<br />
You sure are pretty;<br />
With just you in it,<br />
This is one fine city.<br />
I wish it wasn’t a one night stand.<br />
<br />
But I’ve got to be in Buffalo by eight a clock tonight,<br />
Playing in some two-bit dive,<br />
Selling little bits of my soul for eighty bucks a week;<br />
Ah hell it keeps the rest of me alive.<br />
<br />
But I’d sure like to stay<br />
And get to know you better<br />
I’d say I’ll write<br />
But you’d never get a letter.<br />
I wish it wasn’t a one night stand.<br />
<br />
Hey, why don’t you take off work and let’s go for a ride, <br />
Some place special just for us.<br />
We could take along a pick-nick and find a place to hide.<br />
Yeah, I know, I’ve got to catch a bus.<br />
<br />
Well, it’s sure been nice,<br />
I might even miss you.<br />
Hey, what’s your name?<br />
Come here, I’m gonna kiss you.<br />
I wish it wasn’t a one night stand.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>Music</strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
Intro</div><br />
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Verse <br />
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Dsus2-D | Dmaj7-D</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Csus2-C | Cmaj7-C<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Asus4-A | Gsus4-G | D</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Bridge<br />
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F | Dsus2<br />
F (sus2)| Asus4-A<br />
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</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn0sye5vgNk/TDYYZg_L4yI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZJWa_B2cutU/s1600/night.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="137" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn0sye5vgNk/TDYYZg_L4yI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZJWa_B2cutU/s400/night.GIF" width="400" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Chords as played:</div><br />
Verse<br />
<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Ebsus2-Eb | Ebmaj7-Eb | </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Dbsus2-Db | Dbmaj7-Db</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Bbsus4-Bb | Absus4-Ab | Eb</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Bridge</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">F# | Dbsus2</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">F# | Bbsus4-Bb</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800848187447558454.post-83796325411311470191972-01-26T09:05:00.000-08:002011-01-28T12:17:45.226-08:00Oh, California!I’ve been North and East and South.<br />
Which one is the best?<br />
I found people are the same all over,<br />
But the sunshine’s in the West.<br />
<br />
I warn ya',<br />
I’m coming back to California.<br />
Lend me a shack and I’ll perform you<br />
All kinds of happy songs to ease your pain.<br />
Think of all we will gain.<br />
We’ll be sunny until it starts to rain.<br />
<br />
Let me inform ya':<br />
I’m coming home to California.<br />
Concrete and chromium adorn ya',<br />
Land of MacDonald’s and the Ice Capades.<br />
Think of all the blonde braids.<br />
We’ll be happy behind the rose-colored shades.<br />
<br />
They say it’s the wave of the future,<br />
But the future’s looking grim.<br />
‘Cause when the oil meets the redwoods,<br />
And the sun grows dim.<br />
<br />
Then I can warn ya',<br />
We’re all gonna live in California,<br />
Wherever you live is California,<br />
Where the road of tomorrow is a dead-end doubt.<br />
If we won’t change the route, <br />
Let’s be happy, until the sun goes out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0