Chordproc: Roy Harper

Roy Harper


  1. Francesca
  2. Hangman
  3. Hors D'Oeuvres
  4. I Hate The Whiteman
  5. Me And My Woman
  6. The Same Old Rock
  7. She's The One
  8. When An Old Cricketer Leaves The Crease

Francesca

Capo II
Note: The pick pattern has been standardised. Roy varies the pick pattern
here and there, and hammers on the C/G chord from time to time. The chord
shapes are as shown, and as long as you keep the thumb alternating the 6th
and 4th strings, you can fill in any way you like with fingers 1 and 2 on
3rd and 2nd strings.
Intro
G/D pick repeat
G/d
|--------------------------------|
|----------0---------------0-----|
|------0-------0-------0-------0-|
|----0-------0-------0-------0---|
|--------------------------------|
|10------10------10------10------|
G/c
|--------------------------------|
|----------0---------------0-----|
|------0-------0-------0-------0-|
|----0-------0-------0-------0---|
|--------------------------------|
|8-------8-------8-------8-------|
G
|--------------------------------|
|----------0---------------0-----|
|------0-------0-------0-------0-|
|----0-------0-------0-------0---|
|--------------------------------|
|3-------3-------3-------3-------|
Em9
C/e
|--------------------------------|
|----3---------0h1-------------0-|
|----------0-------0-------0-----|
|----4-------4-------2-------2---|
|--------------------------------|
|0-------0-------0-------0-------|
G
|--------------------------------|
|----------0---------------0-----|
|------0-------0-------0-------0-|
|----0-------0-------0-------0---|
|--------------------------------|
|3-------3-------3-------3-------|
C/g
|--------------------------------|
|----1---------------------1-----|
|----------0-----------0---------|
|----2-------2-------2-------2---|
|--------------------------------|
|3-------3-------3-------3-------|
G
|--------------------------------|
|----0---------------------0-----|
|----------0-----------0---------|
|----0-------0-------0-------0---|
|--------------------------------|
|3-------3-------3-------3-------|
Repeat C/G G twice more
D6/f#
|--------------------------------|
|----------0---------------0-----|
|------2---------------2---------|
|----0-------0-------0-------0---|
|--------------------------------|
|0h2-----2-------2-------2-------|
G
C/g
|--------------------------------|
|----0-----------------1---------|
|----------0---0---0-------0-----|
|----0-------0-------2-------2---|
|--------------------------------|
|3-------3-------3-------3-------|
G
|--------------------------------|
|----0---------0-----0-----------|
|----------0---------------0-----|
|----0-------0-------0-------0---|
|--------------------------------|
|3-------3-------3-------3-------|
G/d
G/c
G
Em9
C/e
G
Hey Fran-ces-ca you gave me no warning
G/d
G/c
G
Em9
C/e
G
Hey Fran-ces-ca tiptoes in the morning
C/g
G
Thanks for leaving the sunshine
C/g
G
Thanks for leaving me
C/g
G
Thanks for being all of mine
D6/f#
G
Thanks for being free
G/d
G/c
G
Em9
C/e
G
Hey Fran-ces-ca.........



Hangman

Am
Last night I wasn't sleeping
D
Am
I knew it was my last,
Am
I'd just been lying thinking,
D
Am
Reliving all my past, My family and friends have left, My children are all lost
F
And now I'm standing in the death cell
E
As the times of sands fall fast
Am
My poor heart it is thumping
D
Am
My head is filled to flood To feel the rope around my neck And know its there for good I know that I am innocent But no ones understood And now I'm standing on the gallows To be murdered in cold blood
Am
G
F
E
We are creatures of darkness Killers of time Creatures of darkness Bodies in lime Oh hangman, oh hangman How sleepless is your bed I cant believe my own ears My heart is full of lead That you'd apply and get the job, Of pulling off my head And leave me kicking in the darkness Covering the walls with blood Oh hangman, oh hangman You're working in the shade Oh creatures of the jungle, Whose message is displayed In graphic tones of blood revenge All down the civil blade And you're the creepy little monkey Who murders to be paid In about six minutes time I'll be thrown into the lime By the screws who dug my grave And never felt ashamed Who threw me in still breathing And covered me in slime And put me on a map in the governor's office A number with no name We are creatures of darkness... And true as I stand here I'd wished to be untied. The repose lies clean at your throat That my death might somehow be justified There's no unconsecrated ground In my heart or in my mind I lived and died in a world full of snakes And I'm buried in a vicious lie We are creatures of darkness...
The chords are played mostly open with E shape barre chords for
the chorus, although you can play them open if you like.



Hors D'Oeuvres

C
C/b
Am
G
G/f#
D/D4
C
C/b
Am
G
G/f#
Em7
D/D4
The judge sits on his great assize Twelve men wise with swollen thighs Who never ever told no lies Whose minds were ever such a size Whose lives were ever such a prize Whose brains bred answers just like flies Whose answers stalked their thoughts like spies Whose lead ball through the courtroom flies To rip a hole clean between two eyes That never ever wore disguise And never ever saw blue skies Who quickly lived now slowly dies Who closed unopened otherwise
G
D
Em
Well you can lead a horse to water But you're never gonna make him drink And you can lead a man to slaughter But you're never gonna make him think The critic rubs his tired arse Scrapes his poor brains, strains and farts And wields a pen that stops and starts And thinks in terms of booze and tarts And sits there playing with his parts He says I'm much too crude and far too course And he says this singer's just a farce He's got no healing formulas He's got no cure-all for our scars He's got no bra-strap for our bras And our sagging tits no longer hold a full house of hearts And you know what? I don't think this little song's gonna make the charts Well you can lead a horse to water...



I Hate The Whiteman

C
E
Am*
C
E
Am*
Far across the ocean, in the land of look and see
C
E
Am
D
Dsus4
G
There once was a time, a time for you and me.
C
E
Am*
C
E
Am*
And I hate the Whiteman, with his plastic excuse,
C
E
Am
F
E
Am
Emo
I hate the Whiteman, and the ma-an, who turned him loose Far across the ocean In the land of look and see There once was a time For you and me Where the winds blow sweetly And the easy seas flow still And where the barefoot dream of life Can laugh and cry its fill Where slot machine confusions And the plastic universe Are objects of amusement In the fiction of their curse And where the crazy whiteman And his teargas happiness Lies dead and long since buried By his own fantastic mess For I hate the whiteman And his plastic excuse For I hate the whiteman And the man who turned him loose... And the reins of coloured thunder Of the stallion of the dawn Ride the coalfire morning On the beach where all is born Where the emperor of meaning Is burning up his forts And sits to warm his toes around A fire made up of useless thoughts And when the children tempt him With the riddles of their trance He flings the flames of solstice Casting laughs into their dance And while a crazy whiteman In the desert of his bones Lies as bleached as the paradise He likes to think he owns And I hate the whiteman In his evergreen excuse Oh I hate the whiteman And the man who turned him loose... And far across the reaches Of the drifting yellow sands The living carpet wilderness Forever joins its hands With heaven hell's attainment In a surging crest of fire Where more than all is thrown upon The ever lasting pyre And through the countless canticles Of Jason's charcoal fleece Are sung the songs of nothing In the timeless masterpiece And there stood in the middle Guess who? It's the everlasting burst Built by god's very own whiteman As he tries to rule the dust And I hate the whiteman In his doctrinaire abuse Oh I hate the whiteman And the man who turned you all loose... And the bowels of his city Have been locked into a safe Where the spew stains on the sidewalks Are defenders of his faith While back inside his kitchen The bowler hatted, long haired saint Cleans with soap and water But it's really just white paint While his golden headed scandal sheets Present their daily bite To give their righteous news-bleeders Drugs to keep them white While outside in the whitewash Where the guns are always, always right A shooting star has summoned Its dark angel from his night And I hate the whiteman And his evergreen excuse Oh I hate the whiteman And the man who turned you all loose And the man who turned him loose...



Me And My Woman

Intro
Bm
1|------------------|
2|----0---0---0---0-|
3|---4---4---4---4--|
4|--4---4---4---4---|
5|-2---0------------|
6|---------3---2----|
Bm
I never know what kind of day it is
G
A
Bm
on my battlefield of ideals
Bm
But the way she touches and the way it feels
G
A
Bm
must be just how it heals
A
Bm
But it's got a little better since I let her sundance
Intro
I never know what time of year it is living on top of the fire But the robin outside has to hunt and hide in the cold frosty shire
A
Bm
Ah but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes and his warm ears
A
Bm
And he's got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nears
Em
D/f#
D
Am (5th fret) C/Csus4 (3rd fret)
G
Am
Em
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Now remove the capo for the instrumental!
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D\Dsus4
Em
He spreads her a shelter She takes the tall skies As they helter skelter Along the same sighs
Am
Em
G
G/f#
Em
She wakes my days with a glad face She fakes and says I'm a hard case She makes and plays like a bad ace Carrying my days into scarred space
Am
Em
And she knows me well
Am
Ah but what the hell
Em
Am
Em
G
G/f#
Em
Only time can tell, where we're going to
D/Dsus4
Em
Me and my woman Me and my little woman
Am
Em
G
G/f#
Em
And the Lord speaks out and the pigpens fawn The sword slides out and the nations mourn The hoard strides out and the chposen spawn The devil rides out and the heavens yawn
Am
Em
And he knows me well
Am
Ah but what the hell
Em
Am
Em
G
G/f#
Em
Only time can tell, where we're going to
D/Dsus4
Em
Me and my woman Me and my little woman
Asus2
A
What a lovely day
D
A
What a day to play at living What a mess we make
D
What a trust we break
A
D
Not giving our wings to our children
A
O how we fail them
E
O how we nail them Am (5th fret) Sunset my colour
Em
D
A
And king is my name
Am
Darkness my lover
Em
D
A
And we live in shame
D/Dsus4
A
Too far away From the light of the day
E
D
E
And so near, and so here
Am
Em
D
Em
Can I break through the silence that has taken my place On the plains of the morning that I just could not face
Em
Asking you these questions telling you these lies Enveloping directions Developing disguise Open to suggestions
D/Dsus4
Em
But I'm closed to all my eyes
G
G/f#
Em
G
G/f#
Em
Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand
Em
Space is just an ashtray Flesh is my best wheel The atmosphere's my highway And the landscape's my next meal I need my own Good Friday
D/Dsus4
Em
And I'm trying my best to fix the deal
G
G/f#
Em
G
G/f#
Em
Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand
Em
I am the new crowned landlord Of all beneath my star Queueing up for doomsday In my homesick motor car Born before my mother
D/Dsus4
Em
Died before my Pa
G
G/f#
Em
G
G/f#
Em
Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand
Am
Em
G
G/f#
Em
And the cuckoo she moves through the dawn fanfare The dew leaves the rooves in the magic air I feel a finger running through my nightmares lair I feel most together with my nowhere stare
Am
Em
and you know me well
Am
Ah but what the hell
Em
Am
Em
G
G/f#
Em
Only time can tell, where I'm going to
D/Dsus4
Em
Me and my woman Me and my little woman Me and my woman Me and my little woman



The Same Old Rock

B11 x21200
B7 x21202
D11 xx0030
Em7(1)
Am(2)
x2
Cmaj7
B11
Em7(1)
Am(2)
Em7(1)
D
Em7
G
(
G
)
C
D
G
All along the ancient wastes the thin reflections spin
C
D
G
That gather all the times and tides at once we love within
D
G
D
G
C
D
G
That build the edges round the shrouds that cloud the setting sun
D
C
G
C
D
G
And carry us to other days and other days to one
C
D
G
And full the single stillness of the mirror that is made
C
D
G
By each and every one of all the colours in a shade
D
G
D
G
C
D
Inside each eye is sitting like the sword inside the blade
D
C
G
C
D
G
And longs for once upon a chance to open loves cascade
D
For here we stand hand to hand
G
D
C
G/b
Am
Em
D
Fighting for the promised land
G
G/f#
Em7
...
Em7(1)
Am
Em7
And you try to tell me with consternation
Cmaj7
B11
Em7(1)
That you have found me a brand new lock
Am
Em7(1)
D
Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination (
D
)
D11
Em7
E7
One new sling the same old rock
Emaj
A
D
A
There was a famous stragler stood on the edge of time
G
D
A
E
A
Who held the staff but did not feel the pain
D
A
He multiplied the mystery with utterance sublime
G
D
A
E
A
And crossed his heart for those who died insane
D
A
His friend a restless mouthpiece seven thousand years of age
G
D
A
E
A
Trends to flash a face to shape his ways
D
A
Everlasting light is burning bright inside his cage
G
D
A
E
A
He's only got to breathe to fan the blaze
D
A
Such a groove to have him here on board her ladyship
G
D
A
E
A
The man who makes his living out of bed Such a gas to see him flying through his ceaseless lip
G
D
A
E
A
One day someday soon he'll lose his head
D
A
And withering in the galleries with eyes fixed on the door
G
D
A
E
A
Are who and you and me and thanks a lot
D
A
And those who see but cannot stand to walk on any floor
G
D
A
E
A
For fear that good is something bad is not
D
But loud and clear is the call
A
In black and white across your wall
E7
And Damn it all man
A
Can't you see?
D
A
E7
A
A/g
A/f#
Fmaj7
Em7(1)
Am(2)
Em7(1)
And you try to tell me with consternation
Cmaj7
B11
Em7(1)
That you have found me a brand new lock
Am(2)
Em7(1)
D
Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination (
D
)
D11
Em7
One new sling the same old rock
First instrumental section
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Em(3)
|
x4
|
Em(4)
|
x3
Vocal section
|
Em
|
Second instrumental section and solo
|
Em(3)
|
x4
Em
|
Am
Am/e
Am
Am/e
Bm
Bm/f#
Bm
Bm/f#
|
x9
Amaj
Em
NOTES
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(1) Em7 riff (Roy's half)
Em7 ^ v ^ v
E|-------0--0--------------0--0---------|
B|-------0--0--------------0--0--0------|
G|-------0--0--------------0--0-----0---| (repeat)
D|-------2--2--0->2--------2--2---------|
A|-------2--2--------------2--2---------|
E|-0-----------------0------------------|
Em7 riff (Jimmy Page's half, if I remember it right...)
|----------------0---|
|-------------3------| (1st finger)
|--------------------| (repeat)
|-------2__5---------| (3rd finger)
|--------------------|
|-0------------------|
(2) Am riff
Am ^ ^ v ^ v
|---0-----0--0--0--0--|
|---1-----0--1--0--0--|
|---2-----0--2--0--0--| (repeat)
|---2-----2--2--0--0--|
|---0-----0--0--0--0--|
|---------------------|
(3) Em instrumental riff 1
Really bash the open Es and Em chord as hard as you dare!
Em
|-----------------------------------------------------------0-----|
|-----------------------------------------------------------0-----|
|-----------------------------------------------------------0-----| (repeat)
|-----------------------------------------------------------2-----|
|-----------------------------------------------------------2-----|
|-0--7--5--0--7--5--0--5--3--0--5--3--0--3--2--0--3--2--0---------|
(4) Em instrumental riff 2
Em
|-----------------------------------------------------------0-----|
|-----------------------------------------------------------0-----|
|-----------------------------------------------------------0-----|
|-----------------------------------------------------------2-----| (repeat)
|-----------------------------------------------------------2-----|
|-0--7-----0--5-----0--5-----0--3-----0--3-----0--2-----0---------|



She's The One

G
F
G
F
Shes the one, Shes the one
A
A
Shes the one, Shes so gone
A
D
E
A
Shes the one who throws the skins at you and says let's all turn on
A
A
Shes the one, Shes so gone
A
D
E
A
Shes the one who throws her pants at you and says O.K. you're on
G
F
G
F
Shes the one, Shes the one Shes the one, Shes so gone Shes the one who takes the stomach, makes the tea and cleans the jon. Shes the one, Shes so gone Shes the one who hands the blankets round and comforts everyone. Shes the one, Shes the one Shes the one, Shes so gone Shes the one who buys the comics, drops the kids and knows the com. Shes the one, Shes so gone Shes the one who you don't miss until you find shes really gone. Shes the one, Shes the one
A
D
E
A
E
D
A
You say that it's got you beat and you don't know which way to turn
A
D
E
A
E
D
A
You say that shes oh so sweet but there's nothing left for you to learn
Fm7
Fm7
Fm7
E7
You say that it's not your fault, you've seen through all the doors
A
D
E
A
Ah but how can any man talk like you
E7
D
A
with a wonderful wife like yours You say that its all washed up and as bad as it could ever get You say that you've filled your cup and you light another cigarette You say its O.K. for me but I don't see her claws Ah but how can any man talk like you with a wonderful wife like yours
A
B7
A
A
A
A
A
You tell me that I can't see you problem
A
D
D
D
D
E7
But I don't have to live with you to know
A
D
A
That shes a very beautiful young woman
E7
D
A
And your a fool if you can let her go. You sit down and heave sigh and say that you'd welcome death You step out into the sky and mutter underneath your breath You thump tables, spit and curse but I can't see the cause Ah but how can any man act like you with a wonderful wife like yours You say that you've packed your bag, it must be a heavy load You light yet another fag and say its a long hard road You say the wind is blowing you to other distant shores Ah but how can any man talk like you with a wonderful wife like yours You tell me that I can't see you problem But I don't have to live with you to know That shes a very beautiful young woman And your a fool if you can let her go.
G
F
G
F
F
F
A
Shes the one, Shes the one



When An Old Cricketer Leaves The Crease

C
Fmaj7
When the day is done, and the ball has spun
C
Dm
In the umpire's pocket away,
C
Fmaj7
And all remains, in the groundsman's pains,
C
G
For the rest of time and a day.
C
Em
C
Dm
There'll be one mad dog and his master, pushing for 4 with the spin.
C
Fmaj7
C
G
On a dusty pitch, with two pounds six, of willowwood in the sun.
C
Fmaj7
C
Dm
When an old cricketer leaves the crease, you never know whether he's gone,
C
Fmaj7
C
G
If maybe you're catching a fleeting glimpse, of a twelfth man at silly mid-on.
C
Fmaj7
And it could be Geoff, and it could be John,
C
Dm
With a new ball sting in his tail.
C
Fmaj7
And it could be me, and it could be thee,
C
G
And it could be the sting in the ale,
Fmaj7
Sting in the ale. When the moment comes and the gathering stands And the clock turns back to reflect On the years of grace as those footsteps trace For the last time out of the act Well this way of life's recollection, the hallowed strip in the haze The fabled men and the noonday sun are much more than just yarns of their days. When an old cricketer leaves the crease...