John Cale : Misc

Cmaj7

She's back from Amsterdam

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

And I think the journey did her well

Cmaj7

Her face has lost it's touch

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

The tell tale signs of loneliness inside

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

But I love her still and need her company still more

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

Come down, come down once more

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

And I do believe, the journey, did her well

Cmaj7

She says she fell in love

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

With men who knew the way to treat a lady

Cmaj7

Her life has settled

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

For the best of things that I couldn't give her

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

And it's not her fault, she's not the one to blame

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

Come down, come down, come down once more

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

And I do believe the journey did her well

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

Yes I do believe the journey did her well

E

The manager is waiting to be paid

A

E

Along with priests and deacons of his court

A

A quartermaster, quite a man, a mistress of the line

E

Has found a last cent avenue of pain A Mardi Gras just passed this way a while ago Making hungry people of us all Along the Mississippi you can hear the fiddlers play Fandangos and boleros to the Lord

A

E

Many times, many tried

A

E

Simple stories are the best

A

E

Keep in mind, the wishful kind

A

E

Don't wanna be like all the rest My uncle was a vicar in the big parade Selling fountain pens that never write San Sebastian gamblers never cheat nor lie They know good fences make good neighbours

B

A

I wish I knew what time of year it was

B

A

What kind of people will be there

B

A

When gruesome tales of two cities ran

A7

E

Running all the way Father might have heard his prayers were answered Inhibitions all the way from home Consider now, consider then before the deed is done The blood of consolation runs so true Many times, many tried Simple stories are the best Keep in mind, the wishful kind Don't wanna be like all the rest

Em

D

Em

I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it

Cmaj7

D

G

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/a

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B

I wish someone would show me where to draw the line

Em

D

Em

I'd lay down my sword if you would take it

Am

B

Am/f#

And tell everyone back home I'm doing fine I was with you down in Acapulco Trading clothing for some wine Smelling like an old adobe woman Or a William Burroughs playing for lost time

G

Em

I was thinking about my mother

G

Em

I was thinking about what's mine

Am

/a

/g

D/f#

G

/g

/f#

Em

I was living my life like a Hollywood

Am

B

But I was dying on the vine Who could sleep through all that noisy chatter? The troops, the celebrations in the sun The authorities say my papers are all in order And if I wasn't such a coward I would run Meet me when all the shooting's over Meet me on the other side of town Yes you can bring all your friends along for protection It's always nice to have them hanging around I was thinking about my mother I was thinking about what's mine I was living my life like a Hollywood But I was dying on the vine

Capo:

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G

Em

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G

Em

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G

Em

I heard there was a secret chord

G

Em

That David played and it pleased the Lord

C

D

G

(

D

) But you don't really care for music, do ya?

G

C

D

It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth

Em

C

The minor fall and the major lift

D

B

Em

The baffled king composing hallelujah

C

Em

C

G

D

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G

Em

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G

Em

| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah Her faith was strong but she needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya She tied you to a kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah Maybe I've been here before I know this room, I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew ya I've seen your flag on the marble lodge And love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah There was a time, you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show it to me, do ya? I remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah And maybe there's a God above And all I ever learned from love Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew ya And it's not the cry that you hear tonight And it's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

C

Em

C

Em

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

C

Em

C

G

D

G

Em

G

Em

G

D

G

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

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C

D

C

D

C

Hedda Gabler had a very funny face

D

C

D

C

Tired of waiting, tired of the human race

D

C

D

C

Like her brother, sitting in the library

D

C

D

C

Reading how dear Adolf was going to save all Germany

C/g

Em

Am

Hedda Gabler, she'll go down in history

C/g

Em

Am

Hedda Gabler, down in all her misery

D

C

D

C

Like her mother, married to the bank manager

D

C

D

C

She took the money, hung him in the closet for fun Hedda Gabler, she'll go down in history Hedda Gabler, down in all her misery Hedda Gabler, she'll go down in history Hedda Gabler, down in all her misery

Asus2

A

Asus4

A

Dsus2

Sleep, sleep, sleep, Hedda Gabler Sleep, sleep, sleep, Hedda Gabler Sleep, sleep, sleep, Hedda Gabler Sleep, sleep, sleep, Hedda Gabler

The Virgin Mary was tired So tired Tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints They came from next door And a bewildered stream of chatter From all sorts of, all sorts of Untidy whores Came from next door Came from next door But some men are chosen from the rest From the disappointed ones with their guests Who never would be invited to the funeral rosegarden The funeral rosegarden of sores That fragrant rosegarden But their choice don't seem to matter They've got swollen breasts and lips that putter And their choice of matter in their scream of chatter Is just a little parasitic stream of whores Streams of whores Rosegarden funeral of sores Rosegarden Virgin Mary was tired Tired of listening to complaints That the ??? next door And the parasitic stream of whores In the rosegarden funeral of sores

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G

C

If you grow tired of the friends you make

G

C

In case you mean to say something else

G

C

Say they were the best of times you ever had

G

C

The best of times with the thoughtless kind

G

C

We dress conservatively at the best of times

G

C

Prefer the shadows to the bright lights in the eyes

G

C

G

Of the ones we love, the bright lights in the eyes of the ones we love

C

G

Am

G

Gsus4

What we see, what we imagine the eyes tell us nothing

Am

G

Gsus4

The bright lights in the eyes of the ones we love will tell you nothing

Am

G

Am

G

The scars of imagination, the scars of imagination

Am

G

Gsus4

The bright lights in the eyes of the ones we love will tell you

G

Am

D

Dsus4

D

Nothing except you're the thoughtless kind

G

C

So if you grow tired of the friends you make

G

C

Never ever turn your back on them

G

C

Say they were the best of time you ever had

G

C

G

The best of times with the thoughtless kind

G

C

G

C

John Cale : Misc

Amsterdam

Charlemagne

Dying On The Vine

Hallelujah

Hedda Gabler

Rosegarden Funeral Of Sores

Thoughtless Kind