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  1. American Pie
  2. Another Girl, Another Planet
  3. Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
  4. Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole
  5. Body And Soul
  6. Bohemian Rhapsody
  7. Brooklyn
  8. By The Time My Head Gets To Phoenix
  9. Cardiff Bay
  10. Carolay
  11. Dic Penderyn
  12. The Elements Song
  13. Free As A River
  14. Here Come The Swells
  15. I Don't Like Mondays
  16. I Don't Want To Go Home
  17. I Don't Want To Talk About It
  18. Juliet (Keep That In Mind)
  19. Keep Your Silver Shined
  20. Killer Queen
  21. Mad Dogs And Englishmen
  22. My Friend The Sun
  23. Nobody Knows That I'm A Fraud
  24. Off-Street Parking
  25. Only Lovers Decide
  26. Oxygen
  27. Plea For A Good Night's Rest
  28. Rat Trap
  29. Roll Away The Stone
  30. Somewhere Over The Rainbow
    2
  31. The Star-Spangled Banner
  32. Telling Stories
  33. There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner
  34. Too Much Time
  35. The Torture Never Stops
  36. Vegas
  37. Vegematic

American Pie [Don McLean]
1971

G
D/f#
Em7
A long, long time ago
Am
C
Em
D
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
G
D/f#
Em7
And I know if I had my chance
Am
C
Em
C
D
That I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while
Em
Am
Em
Am
But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver
C
G
Am
C
D
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step
G
D/f#
Em
Am7
D
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
G
D
Em
C
D7
G
Something touched me deep inside the day the music died
G
C
G
D
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
G
C
G
D
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
G
C
G
D
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Em*
A7*
Em*
D7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
G
Am
C
Am
Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above
Em
D
If the bible tells you so?
G
D/f#
Em
Am7
C
Do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul?
Em
A7
D
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Em*
D*
Em*
D*
Well I know that you're in love with him 'cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
C
G
A7
C
D7
You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues
G
D/f#
Em
Am
C
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pick-up truck
G
D/f#
Em
C
D7
G
C
G
But I knew I was out of luck the day the music died I started singin', bye, bye Miss American Pie...
G
Am
C
Am
Now for ten years we've been on our own, and moss grows fat on a rolling stone
Em
D
But that's not how it used to be
G
D/f#
Em
Am7
C
When the jester sang for the king and queen, in a coat he borrowed from James Dean
Em
A7
D
In a voice that came from you and me
Em*
D*
Em*
D*
And while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown
C
G
A7
C
D7
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
G
D/f#
Em
Am
C
And while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park
G
D/f#
Em
C
D7
G
C
G
And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died We were singin', bye, bye Miss American Pie...
G
Am
C
Am
Helter skelter in a summer swelter, the birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Em
D
Eight miles high and fallin' fast
G
D/f#
Em
Am7
C
It landed foul upon the grass, the players tried for a forward pass
Em
A7
D
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Em*
D*
Em*
D*
Now at half-time there was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching tune
C
G
A7
C
D7
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
G
D/f#
Em
Am
C
'Cause the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield
G
D/f#
Em
C
D7
G
C
G
Do you recall what was revealed the day the music died We started singin' bye, bye Miss American Pie...
G
Am
C
Am
And there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space
Em
D
With no time left to start again
G
D/f#
Em
Am7
C
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle stick
Em
A7
D
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
Em*
D*
Em*
D*
And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage
C
G
A7
C
D7
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell
G
D/f#
Em
Am
C
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite
G
D/f#
Em
C
D7
G
C
G
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died He was singin' bye, bye Miss American Pie...
G
D/f#
Em
Am
C
I met a girl who sang the blues, and I asked her for some happy news
Em
D
But she just smiled and turned away
G
D/f#
Em
Am
C
I went down to the sacred store, where I'd heard the music years before
Em
C
D
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
Em*
Am*
Em*
Am*
But in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
C
G
Am
C
D
But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken
G
D/f#
Em
Am7
C
D7
And the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
G
D/f#
Em
Am7
D7
G
They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died And they were singin' bye, bye Miss American Pie...
C
D7
G
C
G
Singin' this will be the day that I die

Another Girl, Another Planet [Only Ones]
1978

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E
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B
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C#m
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A
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x2
E
B
I always flirt with death
C#m
A
I look cute, but I don't care about it I can't face your threats And stand up straight and tall and shout about it
E
B
C#m
E
B
I think I'm on another world with you, with you
E
B
C#m
E
B
I'm on another planet with you, with you You get under my skin I don't find it irritating You're always playing to win But I won't need rehabilitating, oh no I think I'm on another world with you, with you I'm on another planet with you, with you
E
A
E
A
Another girl, another planet
E
A
B
A
Another girl, another planet
Solo
Space travel's in my blood There ain't nothing I can do about it Long journeys wear me out But I know I can't live without it, I know I think I'm on another world with you, with you I'm on another planet with you, with you
E
B
C#m
A
Another girl, who's loving you now?
E
B
C#m
A
Another planet, who's holding you down?
B
E
Another planet

Bad, Bad Leroy Brown [Jim Croce]
1973

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G
G6
G
G6
... |
D
|
G
Well the southside of Chicago
A
Is the baddest part of town
B7
C
And if you go down there you better just beware
D7
G
D
Of a man named Leroy Brown Now Leroy, more than trouble You see he stands about six foot four All the downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover" All the men just call him "Sir" And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong Meaner than a junkyard dog Now Leroy he a gambler And he like his fancy clothes And he like to wave his diamond rings Under everybody's nose He got a custom Continental He got an Eldorado too He got a .32 gun in his pocket full of fun He got a razor in his shoe And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well Friday 'bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the edge of the bar sat a girl named Doris And oh that girl looked nice Well he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began And Leroy Brown had learned a lesson 'Bout a-messin' with the wife of a jealous man And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than a-old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well the two men took to fighting And when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Yeah he was badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog

Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole [Martha Wainwright]
2005

G6/9 320200
Gsus2 30023x
G/d xx0787
A/d xx09A9
D
G/d
D
G/d
Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
D
G/d
And I'm young and I'm strong But I feel old and tired, overfired
D
G/d
A/d
And I've been poked and stoked, it's all smoke, there's no more fire, only desire
Em7
For you, whoever you are
D
For you, whoever you are
D
G/d
You say my time here has been some sort of joke
D
G/d
That I've been messing around, some sort of incubating period
D
Gsus2
For when I really come around I'm cracking up
Em7
And you have no idea
Gsus2
D
No idea how it feels to be on your own
Gsus2
D
In your own home with the fucking phone
Gsus2
D
And the mother of gloom in your bedroom
Gsus2
Standing over your head
Em7
D
With her hand in your head, with her hand in your head
Gsus2
D
I will not pretend I will not put on a smile
Gsus2
A
I will not say I'm all right for you when all I wanted was to be good
Gsus2
D
To do everything in truth, to do everything in truth
D
G/d
Oh I wish, I wish, I wish I was born a man
D
Gsus2
So I could learn how to stand up for myself
D
Gsus2
Like those guys with guitars I've been watching in bars
D
Gsus2
Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat
Em7
D
To a different beat, to a different beat
Gsus2
D
I will not pretend I will not put on a smile
Gsus2
A
I will not say I'm all right for you when all I wanted was to be good
Gsus2
D
To do everything in truth, to do everything in truth
Gsus2
You bloody motherfucking asshole
D
You bloody motherfucking asshole
Gsus2
You bloody motherfucking asshole
D
You bloody motherfucking asshole
Gsus2
You bloody motherfucking asshole
D
You bloody
Gsus2
D
I will not pretend I will not put on a smile
Gsus2
I will not say I'm all right for you
A
For you, whoever you are
Gsus2
For you, whoever you are
D
For you, whoever you are

Body And Soul [Bob Forrest]
1992

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
D
/c
I sleep with the TV on
/b
/bb
/g
So I don't feel so alone This house is an empty wreck It's a perfect match for its perfect guests In between getting pizzas delivered And going to the store for beer Well, I sit here any day and night Wondering why I'm here
F
Am
It's like my body and soul
Bb
C#
Can't take it anymore
D
/c
Please, somebody help me
/b
/bb
/b
I never wanted help before I didn't cry the day my mama died I don't think I even flinched But I broke down this morning When I saw these two kids kiss Something's running around inside me That I really don't understand Now I know something's gotta change I just don't know if I can It's like my body and soul... It's like my body and soul... I've wanted to kill myself But I always been too scared My life is like sideways rains Swirl around in the air I've been searchin' most of my life For anything to believe in Like God or love or something Any kind of simple solution It's like my body and soul... It's like my body and soul... Please, somebody help me Oh, somebody help me Please, somebody help me

Bohemian Rhapsody [Queen]
1975

Intro (slowly)
Gm7
C7
Gm7
C7
Gm7
C7
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
F7
Cm7
F7
Bb
Cm7
Bb
F7
Bb
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Gm7
Bb7
Eb
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
Cm7
F7
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, because I'm
B
Bb
A
Bb
B
Bb
A
Bb
Easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Eb
Bb/d
C#dim7
F7/c
Bb
Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me
Verse 1
Bb
Gm
Cm
Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head
Cm7
F7
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Bb
Gm
Cm
Mama, life had just begun, but now I've gone and
B+
Eb/bb
Am7b5
Abmaj7
G+
Thrown it all away
Chorus
Eb
Bb/d
Cm
Fm
E+
Ab/eb
Dm7b5
Mama, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, didn't mean to make you cry
Bb7
Eb
Bb/d
Cm
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on
Abm
Eb
Ab
Eb
Ebdim
Fm7
Bb
As if nothing really matters
Verse 2
Bb
Gm
Cm
Too late, my time has come, sends shivers down my spine
Cm7
F7
Body's aching all the time
Bb
Gm
Cm
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go, gotta leave you all
B+
Eb/bb
Am7b5
Abmaj7
G+
Behind and face the truth
Chorus
Eb
Bb/d
Cm
Fm
E+
Ab/eb
Dm7b5
Mama, ooh I don't want to die
Bb7
Eb
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
Solo
Eb
Bb/d
Cm
Fm
E+
Ab/eb
Dm7b5
Bb7
Eb
Bb/d
Cm
Fm
E+
Ab/eb
Dm7b5
Db
/c
/b
/bb
Opera
A
D
A
Adim
A
D
A
Adim
I see a little silhouetto of a man
A
D
A
D
A
Adim
A
D
A
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Db/ab
Ab7
C/g
E7
A
Thunderbolt and lightning very, very frightening me Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Figaro Magnifico oh-oh-oh-oh...
B
Bb
A
Bb
B
Bb
A
Bb
I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
Ab/eb
Eb
Ebdim
Eb
Ab/eb
Eb
Ebdim
Eb
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Ab
Eb/g
F7
Bb
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Ab
Eb/g
F#dim
Fm7
B
Bb
A
Bb
B
Bb
A
Bb
Eb
Bb
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah!
Eb
Bb
Eb/bb
Bb7
Eb/bb
Bb
Eb
No, we will not let you go! Let him go! Bismillah!
Eb
We will not let you go! Let him go! Bismillah! We will not let you go! Let me go! Will not let you go! Let me go! Will not let you go! Let me go!
F#7
Oh-oh-oh-oh...
Bm
A7
D
Db7
Gb7
Bb7
Eb
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Eb
Ab/eb
Eb
Ddim
Cm7
Bb7
Oh mama mia, mama mia, Mama mia, let me go
Eb
Ab
D7
Gm
Bb7
Bb7
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
Interlude (4/4)
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F
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Bb
Eb
Bb
Db
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
Bb
Eb7
Ab
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Fm
Bb
Fm
Bb
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Fm
Bb
Fm
Bb
Eb
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Interlude (4/4)
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Eb
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F
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Gb
Ab
A
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B7
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Ab7
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Bb7
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Outro (slowly)
Eb
Bb/d
Cm
Bdim7
Cm
Bdim7
Cm
Bb7
Eb
D
Gm
Ab
Eb
Ooh............. Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Cm
Gm
Cm
Gm
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Cm
Abm
Ab/bb
Eb
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me
Eb
Ab
Eb
Ebdim7
Bb/d
Bbm/db
C7
C7b9
C7
F
Bb
F
Abdim
Gm7
F
Anyway the wind blows

Brooklyn [Jesse Malin]
2003

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G
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C
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G
C
The last car on the line
G
C
I guess you're back doing time
G
C
The ghost of Christmas past
G
C
Left Walt Whitman in the trash
C
G
Bm
C
You started out with nothing but lonely days
C
G
Bm
C
You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom
C
G
Bm
C
You started with nothing but throwaways
C
G
Bm
C
(
G
) You couldn't live with me so you moved to Brooklyn |
G
Bm
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C
D
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G
Bm
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C
D
|| Artificial desserts Some have cars some have kids Hit the pathmark after work Some never been past the bridge You started out with nothing but lonely days You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom You started with nothing but throwaways You couldn't live with me so you moved to Brooklyn |
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Bm
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D
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Bm
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C
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Em
G
Em
G
Whoa - oh Whoa - oh
Em
G
D
I sometimes lie awake until sunrise
Em
G
C
Wondering how we become what we despise |
G
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C
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G
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C
|| No more couches to surf Only beaches in your dreams No more trannies near work It's still a drag walking in Queens It's all blood money in the bank Somehow some people find the nerve Like the soldiers they thank down in DC If I could only find the words You started out with nothing but lonely days You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom You started with nothing but throwaways You couldn't live with me so you moved to Brooklyn |
G
Bm
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C
D
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x3
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G
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By The Time My Head Gets To Phoenix [Peter Bruntnell]
1999

Capo:
IV
C
Em
F
G
x2
C
F
Will generations after you
C
F
Hang on to their heads
C
Am
F
G
Or will they take another one instead? Are we reaching Xanadu Or is this more like hell? I'm afraid what time will surely tell
C
G
By the time my head gets to Phoenix
C
Em
Am
You'll be on your way to school
C
G
By the time my earlobe freezes
C
Em
Am
You'll be acting like the fool
C
G
And if our world explodes
C
Em
Am
We'd never know the truth
F
G
C
Floating round this empty silver tube
C
Em
F
G
x4
Stories I have told you soon become your own Tell them to your children when they're grown Maybe in a year or two, when they bring me back to life You can introduce me to your wife By the time my head gets to Phoenix You'll be on your way to school By the time my earlobe freezes You'll be acting like the fool And if our world explodes We'd never know the truth Floating round this empty silver tube
Solo for 16 bars
C
Em
F
G
x4
By the time my head gets to Phoenix You'll be on your way to school By the time my earlobe freezes You'll be acting like the fool And if our world explodes We'd never know the truth Floating round this empty silver tube
C
Em
F
G
Floating round this empty silver tube

Cardiff Bay [Martyn Joseph]
2008

Capo:
III
F(b5) 13320x
Am
F9/a
G7sus4
G7
Am
G/b
C
Cadd9
C
Took my son and his tear stained face out of Sunday School
G
Am
G/b
As chapel hymns began to fade away
C
G
Gsus4
G
Left his mother with the other as we drove across our town
F(b5)
E
Esus4
E
Going to the place where the seagulls and the cranes play
Fmaj7
C
Cadd9
C
On a Sunday over Cardiff Bay
Fmaj7
C
Cadd9
C
This is one day of our lives
Fmaj7
C
G/b
On this Sunday over Cardiff Bay
Am
G
F(b5)
E7
Don't you know that I love you
Am
F9/a
G
All of my life
Am
C
Cadd9
And the old man in the side street he made you smile
G
Am
G/b
He waved at us both so we both waved back
C
G
Gsus4
G
Down on through Bute Street to the mud of the low tide
F(b5)
E
Esus4
E
They tear the old things down my son, but some things stay the same On a Sunday over Cardiff Bay This is one day of our lives On this Sunday over Cardiff Bay Don't you know that I love you All of my life
Am
C
Cadd9
Saw Captain Scott on the Terra Nova
G
Am
G/b
Setting sail for open seas
C
G
Gsus4
G
So maybe one day when you're older
F(b5)
E
Esus4
E
You're gonna come down this way and think of me On a Sunday over Cardiff Bay This is one day of our lives On this Sunday over Cardiff Bay Don't you know that I love you
Am
F9/a
G7sus4
G7

Carolay [Crazy Horse]
1971

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G
. .
/d
|
x4
G
D
C
G
C
/b
/a
/g
/f#
/a
G
D
C
G
C
Sleep came, tossed and turning
G
D
C
G
C
And I woke up, phone in hand
G
D
C
D
G
Carolay, her lovin' should've been burnin' for another man Well, I'm going to call up China And see if she is there Well, if she's not down in China Carolay, must be layin' up in East Monroe somewhere
G
Fare thee, honey
Am
There is not enough of time
C
D
G
For a right, shy woman to belong Fare thee, honey There's no slow and easy rhyme For a right, shy woman gone wrong There's a letter came last Tuesday Arrived here nation side It's lying in the hallway But you ain't coming back Carolay, hey, I'll see you in the Cypress Grove someday Carolay, hey, I'll see you in the Cypress Grove someday Carolay, hey, I'll see you in the Cypress Grove someday Carolay, hey, I'll see you in the Cypress Grove someday
G
|
C
|
G

Dic Penderyn [Martyn Joseph]
2004

Capo:
III
Bm x2443x
Bsus2/a x0442x
G 3x440x
Bm
Bsus2/a
G
Bsus2/a
Bm
|-------------|-------------|-------------|-------------|-----
|----3--------|-2------2----|-0-------0---|-0h2-----2---|-----
|--------4----|------4------|------4------|------4------|-----
|----4-----4--|----4-----4--|----4-----4--|----4-----4--|-----
|-2-----2-----|-0-----0-----|-------------|-0-----0-----|-2---
|-------------|-------------|-3-----3-----|-------------|-----
Bm
Bsus2/a
G
Bsus2/a
Thunder rolled and the rain came down St. Mary Street
Bm
Bsus2/a
G
Bsus2/a
But on this day thousands stood their ground
Bm
Bsus2/a
G
Bsus2/a
A silent crowd who's heads are bowed in helplessness
Bm
F#
Bm
Bid farewell And the wife of a Richard Penderyn Supported there, too weak to stand Disbelieving anger and sorrow For her innocent man, an innocent man
A
She says
D/f#
G
Asus4
A
Lift me up oh lift me boys
D/f#
G
Asus4
A
Let me see the one I love
D/f#
G
Asus4
A
Lift me up oh lift me now
Bm
F#
Bm
Let me see the man I love one more time Broken by starvation and poverty While the iron masters sip their wine Young and old together marched for justice But the bayonet and the bullet's what they find "Bread or blood" cried a collier "We've come to far lads to run" But in our Myther town in 1831 They were cut down by the government guns And in the midst of senseless slaughter One soldier wounded in the thigh Who later swore on oath at the trial That Dic Penderyn was not the guy Though he had stood for everything they wanted And rose up with his people on that day It could not have been he that harmed the soldier But some there with a grudge put him away Said they'd stitch him up one day Despite petitions and cries for mercy All that the facts had to say Neither king nor his parliament would listen Even the judge was turned away Hey Lord Melbourne how did you sleep then With all that evidence in your face Well you shot down 24 so why not hang someone? Got to keep those workers in their place He slowly climbs the steps to the gallows pole The last few moments of a life His eyes survey the crowd of gallant Welsh Looking for his wife, he can't see his wife She says, lift me up oh lift me boys Let me see the one I love Lift me up oh lift me boys Let me see the man I love one more time But louder and longer than the sound of guns Is the memory of what was done You can only trample people down for so long Time will show you have not won And long before all this on a hill in Palestine They strung another up they say was a friend of yours and mine Dying in the place of another one But in the morning comes the sun Lift me up oh lift me now Let me see the one I love Lift me up oh lift me now Let me see the one I love one more time

The Elements Song [Tom Lehrer]

C
C
C
C
There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium
G7
G7
G7
G7
And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium
C
C
C
C
And nickel, neodynium, neptunium, germanium
G
G
D7
G
And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium
G7
G7
G7
Cm
Europium, zirconium, lutetium, vanadium
Bb7
Bb7
Bb7
Eb
And lanthanum and osmium and astatine and radium
G7
G7
G7
Cm
And gold and protactinium and indium and gallium
Ab7
Ab7
Ab7
G7
And iodine and thorium and thulium and thallium
C
C
C
C
There's yttrium, ytterbium, actinium, rubidium
G7
G7
G7
G7
And boron, gadolinium, niobium, iridium
C
G7
C
G7
And strontium and silicon and silver and samarium
C
C
F
C
G7
C
And bismuth, bromine, lithium, beryllium and barium There's holmium and helium and hafnium and erbium And phosphorus and francium and fluorine and terbium And manganese and mercury, molybdenum, magnesium Dysprosium and scandium and cerium and cesium And lead, praseodymium, and platinum, plutonium Palladium, promethium, potassium, polonium And tantalum, technetium, titanium, tellurium And cadmium and calcium and chromium and curium There's sulfur, californium, and fermium, berkelium And also mendelevium, einsteinium, nobelium And argon, krypton, neon, radon, xenon, zinc, and rhodium And chlorine, carbon, cobalt, copper, tungsten, tin, and sodium
C
G7
These are the only ones of which
C
G7
The news has come to Harvard
C
F
And there may be many others
C
G7
C
But they haven't been discarvered

Free As A River [Alan Fletcher]

Come on my friends, it's time to rise Rise above and stake our claim Stop the fighting with the guns and make 'em understand We all have a right to steer this world to a better fight to be free We can be free, free as a river The sun can shine all through our hearts And all of the children, free as a river Free as a river We mustn't give up the fight Freedom is the truth and our right And all the flowers and the trees will join us on our march And every one of us must not give up the peaceful fight to be... We can be free, free as a river The sun can shine all through our hearts And all of the children, free as a river Free as a river

Here Come The Swells [Peter Bruntnell]
2003

G
|
D
|
C
D
|
C
D
|
x2
G
C
G
Here they come on down the street
D
Greeting everyone
C
G
D
Blocking out the sun
C
D
G
Blocking out the sun Little casual but still neat With the music on Doing nothing wrong Doing nothing wrong
C
D
They don't knock upon your door
C
G
D
They don't ring the bell
C
D
G
Look out ma, here come the swells Transformation incomplete Till they've had enough Till the blood is sucked From everything they touch I don't eat now I don't sleep I don't need anyone Telling me what's fun I don't need anyone They don't knock upon your door They don't ring the bell But look out ma, here come the swells What's that line they sell That helps us to wake up On the east wing with a Sunday hymn On the Sunnyside sanatorium They don't knock upon your door They don't ring the bell But look out ma, here come the swells

I Don't Like Mondays [Boomtown Rats]
1979

Capo:
IV
|
Bm
|
C
|
Bm
|
C
|
D
D
|
C
C
|
G
Bm
The silicon chip inside her head
C
D
Gets switched to overload
G
Bm
And nobody's gonna go to school today
C
D
She's gonna make them stay at home
C
D
And daddy doesn't understand it
G
/f#
C
He always said she was good as gold
C
C
And he can see no reasons, 'cause there are no reasons
C
D
D7
What reasons do you need to be shown?
G
/f#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays
C/e
D
Tell me why I don't like Mondays
G
/f#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays
C
D
I wanna shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
G
Bm
C
D
D
C
C
The whole day down
G
Bm
The Telex machine is kept so clean
C
D
And it types to a waiting world
G
Bm
And mother feels so shocked, father's world is rocked
C
D
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl
C
D
Sweet sixteen ain't that peachy keen
G
C
No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat
C
C
They can see no reasons 'cause there are no reasons
C
D
D7
What reasons do you need?
G
/f#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays
C/e
D
Tell me why I don't like Mondays
G
/f#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays
C
D
I wanna shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Bsus4
Bm
Bsus4
Bm
G
Gsus4
G
The whole day down, down, down, shoot it all down... |
Bsus4
|
Bm
|
Bsus4
|
Bm
|
C
C
|
D
D
|
G
Bm
And all the playing has stopped in the playground, now
C
D
D
D
She wants to play with her toys a while
G
Bm
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
C
D
D
D
And the lesson today is how to die
C
Dsus4
And then the bullhorn crackles, and the captain tackles
G
C/g
G
C
With the problems and the how's and why's
C
C
And he can see no reasons, 'cause there are no reasons
C
D
D7
What reason do you need to die, die? Ooh
G
Bm
The silicon chip inside her head
C
D
Gets switched to overload
G
Bm
And nobody's gonna go to school today
C
D
She's gonna make them stay at home
C
D
And daddy doesn't understand it
G
G/f#
C
He always said she was good as gold
C
C
And he can see no reasons, 'cause there are no reasons
C
D
D7
What reasons do you need to be shown?
G
/f#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays
C/e
D
Tell me why I don't like Mondays
G
/f#
C/e
D
Tell me why I don't like, I don't like, I don't like Mondays
G
Bm
C
D
Tell me why, I don't like, I don't like I don't like Mondays
G
Bm
Tell me why I don't like Mondays
C
D
I want to shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh...
G
The. Whole. Day. Down...
Bm
C
D
G
(Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, oooooh)

I Don't Want To Go Home [Southside Johnny]
1976

F
C
Dm
Bb
C
x3
Bb
C
F
C
F
Dm
Oh I know that it's getting late
Bb
C
F
C
But I don't want to go home
F
Dm
I'm in no hurry baby, time can wait
Bb
C
F
C
'Cause I don't want to go home
F
Dm
Listen to the man, sing his song
Bb
C
F
C
I don't want to go home
F
Dm
I don't mind if it takes all night long
Bb
C
F
C
'Cause I don't wanna go home!
F
Dm
I know we had to try
F
Dm
Bb
To reach up and touch the sky
F
Bb
Whatever happened to you and I?
Bb
C
F
And I don't wanna go home Look at how all them people stare I don't want to go home In their minds, I know they've all been there And I don't want to go home You know the words to this song are real I don't want to go home I know I'm talking 'bout the way I feel And I don't want to go home! I know we had to try To reach up and touch the sky Whatever happened to you and I? And I don't wanna go home
Bb
C
F
I want to hear people laughing and having a good time
Bb
Am
C
I want to know why she told me she had to go
Bb
F
C
C
Bb
Gm
Why did she leave me so lonely? I know that it's time to go But I don't want to go home You can play your blues, play 'em soft and low 'Cause I don't want to go home! I know we had to try To reach up and touch the sky Whatever happened to you and I? That I don't want to go home
F
Bb
C
Oh baby I don't want to go
F
Bb
C
F
Believe me darling, I don't want to go home
C
Dm
Bb
C
F
Dm
Don't wanna be all alone
Bb
C
F
I don't want to go home
C
Dm
Bb
C
F
Baby ain't nobody waiting at home Baby won't you please come home Baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby Baby won't you please come home?

I Don't Want To Talk About It [Crazy Horse]
1971

Capo:
III
G
Am
I can tell by your eyes
D
G
That you've probably been crying forever
Am
D
And the stars in the sky don't mean nothing to you
G
They're a mirror
C
D
G
D/f#
Em
I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart
C
D
If I stay here just a little bit longer
C
D
If I stay here won't you listen
Am
D
G
To my heart, oh my heart
G
Am
If I stand all alone
D
G
Will the shadows hide the colours of my heart? Blue for the tears, black for the night's fears
Am
D
The stars in the sky don't mean nothing to you
G
They're a mirror I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart If I stay here just a little bit longer If I stay here won't you listen To my heart, oh my heart I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart If I stay here just a little bit longer If I stay here won't you listen To my heart, oh my heart

Juliet (Keep That In Mind) [Thea Gilmore]
2003

Capo:
I
C
F
G
x2
C
They found sixth-form poetry
F
G
C
F
G
Scrawled on the walls of your old bedroom
C
And Friday night is gonna free-fall
F
G
C
F
G
Through club lust, Angel dust and sweet perfume
C
F
You remind me of some art-house black and white I saw
G
C
F
G
They'd coloured in with chalk
C
And are you wise wise beyond your years
F
G
C
F
G
Or are you all talk?
F
C
G
C
Now don't you think something's gotta happen soon?
F
C
G
C
It's been so long now since they changed that tune
F
G
C
F
G
C
F
G
Oh Juliet, keep that in mind
C
F
There's something so beautifully chic
G
C
F
G
About burning out so young
C
F
You accessorise with bruises on your cheek
G
C
F
G
And cool tricks of the tongue
F
And you're spending Saturday alone
Am
C
F
G
Drowning heartache out with cheap red wine
F
I know you wanna make the news
Am
G
C
F
G
But lately all you do is memorize the headlines
F
G
Sometimes you'll count the days
F
G
Sometimes you'll slip away
F
G
But there are watches to unwind
F/a
/g
And ladders still to climb Now don't you think something's gotta happen soon It's been so long now since they changed that tune Oh Juliet, keep that in mind And there's still time to steal There's still a few hearts to heal Now don't you think something's gotta happen soon It's been so long now since they changed that tune Oh Juliet, keep that in mind

Keep Your Silver Shined [Devon Sproule]
2007

C
We got the last of the apples
G
Rosy just from the weather
F
C
E
An orchard map spread out green and red
C
A ten-cent yellow hat
G
Rotten fruit kicked off the path
F
C
Our hands in our pockets
E
And our pockets in our pants
C
G
Racing out ahead to be the reddest heart beat beating
F
C
E
Out on the scene, busting blood through a young body
C
A puddle with a jacket cap
G
A picnic in a mountain pass
F
C
E
A taste of summer coming back
A
F#m
A summer swam by a foggy dam
D
E
A Poughkeepsie scam around a mountain bend
A
F#m
The season changed, the best of us changed
D
E
F
G
A
The rest of us stuck behind to keep the silver shined
C
A piano in a window bay
G
A straight back with a ribboned braid
F
C
E
Blue Ridge brick in an almond shade
C
A chin on a worn-out wrist
G
A magnet with a grocery list says
F
C
E
My, oh my, my toes get tired
C
G
F
C
E
But I don't let on, or let go, I sing along
C
Back home I've got a couple friends
G
We drink together on the weekends
F
C
E
We keep our nails trimmed and fingers tough
C
I've got a felt hat collection
G
A dresser drawer to put my pants in
F
C
E
What, oh, what more could a woman want?
C
I want an overhaul for my guitar
G
A clawfoot tub and a shiny new car
F
C
E
Piles of fruit and a fully-stocked bar
C
Money for a flight out west
G
Cute shoes and a vintage dress
F
C
E
New houses for all my relatives
A
F#m
I want a land with a tugging hand
D
E
A youthful band with a youthful plan
A
F#m
I want to wake up and take my time
D
E
F
G
A
All my time, and keep my silver shined
F
G
A

Killer Queen [Queen]
1974

Capo:
III
F/G 303210
E7/G# xxx130
Am
G7/b
She keeps Moet and Chandon in her pretty cabinet
Am
G7/b
C
"Let them eat cake", she says, just like Mary Antoinette
C
Em
C7
F
A built in remedy for Khrushchev and Kennedy
Fm
C/g
F/g
G7
And any time, an invitation, you can't decline
E7
Am
G
C
Caviar and cigarettes, well-versed in etiquette
B7
Em
Extraordinarily nice
D7
G
Bm
Em
Bm
She's a Killer Queen, gunpowder, gelatine
Em
F#7
Bm
Dynamite with a laser beam
E7
D/f#
E7/g#
A
G
Guaranteed to blow your mind, any time, ooh...
F#
Bm
E7
A
Recommended at the price, insatiable in appetite
A
G
D
G/d
C/d
G/d
C/d
D
G
C/g
Wanna try...?
Am
G7/b
To avoid complications, she never kept the same address
Am
G7/b
C
In conversation, she spoke just like a baroness
C
Em
C7
F
Met a man from China, went down to Asia Minor
Fm
C/g
F/g
G7
Then again, incidentally, if you're that way inclined
E7
Am
G
C
Perfume came naturally from Paris, for cars, she couldn't care less
B7
Em
Fastidious and precise
D7
G
Bm
Em
Bm
She's a Killer Queen, gunpowder, gelatine
Em
F#7
Bm
Dynamite with a laser beam
E7
D/f#
E7/g#
A
G
Guaranteed to blow your mind, any time
F#
Bm
F#
Bm
E
Am
E
Am
C/d
Am
G7/b
Am
G7/b
C
C
Em
C7
F
Fm
C/g
F/g
G7
C/g
F/g
G7
E7
Am
E7
Am
Drop of a hat, she's as willing as, playful as a pussycat
G
C
G
C
Then momentarily out of action, temporarily out of gas
B7
Em
D
G
D
Gm
D
To absolutely drive you wild, wild... she's out to get you!
D7
G
Bm
Em
Bm
She's a Killer Queen, gunpowder, gelatine
Em
F#7
Bm
Dynamite with a laser beam
E7
D/f#
E7/g#
A
G
Guaranteed to blow your mind, any time, ooh...
F#
Bm
E7
A
Recommended at the price, insatiable in appetite
A
G
D
G/d
C/d
D
G
C/g
C/d
D
G
C/g
D
G
C7
What a drag...!

Mad Dogs And Englishmen [Noel Coward]
1932

C#7 x4342x
G9 355433
A
G
F
E
A
In tropical climes there are certain times of day
E7
A
E7
A
Bm7
E7
When all the citizens retire, to tear their clothes off and perspire
A
G
F
E
F#m
It's one of those rules that the biggest fools obey
C#
Ab
C#
Bm7
E7
A
Because the sun is far too sultry and one must avoid its ultra violet ray
A
G
F
E
F#m
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts
E7
A
E7
A
E
A
Because they're obviously, definitely nuts
A
D
A
Bm7
E7
A
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
E
A
B7
E
The Japanese don't care to, the Chinese wouldn't dare to
A
D
A
Bm7
E7
A
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one
E
B7
E
E7
But Englishmen detest a siesta
A
Amaj7
A7
D
In the Philippines there are lovely screens, to protect you from the glare
B
Bmaj7
B7
E
In the Malay states there are hats like plates, which the Britishers won't wear
D
E
A
F#m
C#7
F#m
At twelve noon the natives swoon, and no further work is done
Bm
A
G9
A
But Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
A
G
F
E
A
It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see
E7
A
E7
A
Bm
E7
That though the English are effete they're quite impervious to heat
A
G
F
E
F#m
When a white man rides, every native hides in glee
C#
Ab
C#
Bm7
E7
A
Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his sola topee on a tree
A
G
F
E
F#m
It seems such a shame that when the English claim the earth
E7
A
E7
A
E
A
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth
A
D
A
Bm7
E7
A
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
E
A
B7
E
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habit
A
D
A
Bm7
E7
A
In Hong Kong, they strike a gong, and fire off a noonday gun
E
B7
E
E7
To reprimand each inmate, who's in late
A
Amaj7
A7
D
In the jungle town where the sun beats down, to the rage of man and beast
B
Bmaj7
B7
E
The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased
D
E
A
F#m
C#7
F#m
In Bangkok, at twelve o'clock, they foam at the mouth and run
Bm
A
G9
A
But Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
A
G
F
E
A
The Indian Raj is a region large and hot
E7
A
E7
A
Bm
E7
Where tigers roam around in bands - the white man never understands
A
G
F
E
F#m
When the noonday sun makes the natives run, it's not
C#
Ab
C#
Bm7
E7
A
A good idea to ignore them or to simply quite deplore their Tommy Rot
A
G
F
E
F#m
When sepoys and their wives flee from the sun
E7
A
E7
A
E
A
The crazy white man thinks it's simply ripping fun that . . .
A
D
A
Bm7
E7
A
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
E
A
B7
E
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it
A
D
A
Bm7
E7
A
In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun
E
B7
E
E7
They put their scotch or rye down, and lie down
A
Amaj7
A7
D
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps there is peace from twelve till two
B
Bmaj7
B7
E
Even caribous lie around and snooze, for there's nothing else to do
D
E
A
F#m
C#7
F#m
In Bengal, to move at all, is seldom if ever done
Bm
A
G9
But Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday
A
Out in the midday, out in the midday sun

My Friend The Sun [Family]
1972

Capo:
I
G(vii) xx0787
 |
G(vii)
D
(
Dsus4
) | ...
G
F#m
Em
Well I know that you're lonely, come in from the cold
Em
D
Your shoes they need mending, your clothes they look old
G
F#m
Em
Won't you pick up your pieces? It's never too late
Em
F#m
Though it's never early to make a mistake
Em7
As soon as you wake
D
/g#
Although there's been rain
/g
/d
And it's coming again
D
/c
/b
Am
/g
F
Change has to be here, obviously
D
/g#
Though my friend the sun
/g
/d
Looks well on the run
D
/c
/b
He's there in the distance
G(vii)
D
If you care to see I know that you're waiting, come out from your shell There'll come a time when you'll remember it well Take all the good times from chances you've had Chances you've made and what you've learnt from the bad It's never so sad Although there's been rain And it's coming again Change has to be here, obviously Though my friend the sun Looks well on the run He's there in the distance If you care to see If season were reason, then there'd be no doubt A sequel of changes worth putting you out But on the question of whether you heard a lie Answer yourself, looking straight in his eyes Don't you realize? Although there's been rain And it's coming again Change has to be here, obviously Though my friend the sun Looks well on the run He's there in the distance If you care to see

Nobody Knows That I'm A Fraud [Grace Petrie]

I don't watch PMQs as often as you might expect I only live-tweet Question Time for comedic effect I've never read Virginia Woolf, or any Bertolt Brecht And nobody knows that I'm a fraud It's often been alleged that I'm as hard-left as can be But my idea of "edgy" is an unknown brand of tea And I'm not even veggie, let alone dairy-free And nobody knows that I'm a fraud But I'll get up underneath the lights until I feel adored And I'll never tell you anything I think you won't applaud Oh it might not always be the truth, but it will have three chords Nobody knows that I'm a fraud Well dressing how I do I find I often get mistook By graphic novel fans who judge me on the way I look But I just like Batman shirts, I've never read a comic book Nobody knows that I'm a fraud When people call me a musician that makes my palms perspire I took Grade I piano, and I never got no higher If I didn't have this capo then you'd all see I'm a liar Nobody knows that I'm a fraud But I'll get up underneath the lights until I feel adored And I'll never tell you anything I think you won't applaud Oh it might not always be the truth, but it will have three chords Nobody knows that I'm a fraud And some days I get so scared that we're losing And some days I'm just so sure we'll never win And some days I get so knackered from refusing to let that in Well some days life feels like a play that you have not rehearsed But one thing's true of all of us sharing this universe Is we could all be doing better and we could all be doing worse And everyone you know feels like a fraud So come on and get up underneath the lights until you feel adored But never tell them anything you think they won't applaud Oh it might not always be the truth but it will have three chords Nobody knows that I'm a fraud Oh it might not always be the truth but it will have three chords And I guess I'll take up spoken word when I run out of chords Because nobody knows that I'm a fraud

Off-Street Parking [Bob Forrest]
1999

Well, look at you You're walking on down the street And you are finally free But you're crying And look at me Well, I got what I wanted I am free now Not drowning But something feels wrong Something's just terribly wrong I feel horrible I got what I wanted though Well, I can go golfing now Whenever I want I can talk to girls And probably won't And you can stay with your friends Tell them what an asshole I am They already believe that And now I deserve it 'Cause something feels wrong Something's just terribly wrong I feel horrible I got what I wanted though And a house is not a home Even with a view and hardwood floors And all that talking And that not talking Well, a house is not a home When two aren't two They're one and one One and one is nothing One and one is nothing You called to say You wanna come and get your stuff now You just wanna make sure That I am not here Well, I can't believe I can't believe you're being so strong now 'Cause it feels like if I Start crying I'll die Something's just wrong Something's just terribly wrong I feel horrible I got what I wanted though And a house is not a home Even with a view and hardwood floors And all that talking And that not talking Well, a house is not a home When two aren't two They're one and one One and one is nothing One and one is nothing Years from now maybe outside a movie You'll be with somebody new I'll be with somebody too And we'll just say hello

Only Lovers Decide [Emitt Rhodes]
1973

Capo:
IV
Am
G/b
F
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C
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Brave young soldier of fortune
Am
G/b
F
Fair young maiden in white
Dm
C
G
Sharing rose colored glasses
C
G/b
Am
Counting stars in the night Blessed union of spirit Silver threads intertwine Fabric so gently woven Fashioned veil of sunshine
G
Am
If you ask: will true love abide?
Am
G
F
I'll reply: some live, some die
G
Am
E
Only lovers decide
F
G
C
F
The Earth turns in many ways
Am
Dm
G
F
So some may sleep while some may wake Treasured moments of sweetness Far more precious than gold Loving arms, warm embraces Shielding you from the cold If you ask: will true love abide? I'll reply: some live, some die Only lovers decide

Oxygen [Willy Mason]
2004

A
/b
C#m
I wanna be better than oxygen so you can breathe when you're drowning and weak in the knees
/d#
E(vii)
I wanna speak louder than Ritalin for all the children who think they've got a disease
A
I wanna be cooler than TV for all the kids that are wondering what they're going to be
/b
C#m
We can be stronger than bombs if you're singing along and you know that you really believe
A
And we can be richer than industry as long as we know that there's things that we don't really need
B7(vii)
We can speak louder than ignorance 'cause we speak in silence every time our eyes meet
E
C#m
On and on and on it goes
A
Am
The world it just keeps spinning
E
C#m
Until I'm dizzy, time to breathe
F#m
A
Am
E
/e
/f#
/g#
A
... So close my eyes and start again anew I wanna see through all the lies of society to the reality, happiness is at stake I wanna hold up my head with dignity proud of a life where to give means more than to take I wanna live beyond the modern mentality where paper is all that you really talk to create Do you remember the forgotten America: justice, equality, freedom to every race? Just need to get past all the lies and hypocrisy, make-up and hair, to the truth behind every face Then look around to all the people you see, how many of them are happy and free? I know it sounds like a dream, but it's the only thing that can get me to sleep at night I know it's hard to believe, but it's easy to see that something here isn't right I know the future looks dark, but it's there where the kids of today must carry the light On and on and on it goes The world it just keeps spinning Until I'm dizzy, time to breathe So close my eyes and start again anew

Plea For A Good Night's Rest [Devon Sproule]
2007

Capo:
VIII
C
There are thick stars up above
Am
Where the trees part themselves
Em
G
Thick dust among many corks lined up on the shelf
C
Am
Em
G
And bats in the attic we share, we share
C
There is smoke to kill mosquitoes
Am
Waiting just above to drink our blood
Em
G
And gas in a lamp that we light when the sun goes down
C
Am
My love wakes shaking with nightmare
Em
G
And the night air pulls in close around
Am
F
Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host
C
G
To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts
Am
F
Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold
C
G
That we may lie again, here in sweet repose
C
Am
Rest your arms down around the oars now
Em
G
And hear how the night continues on alive and well
C
Am
When how rare the bird, how still the wind!
Em
G
And we still within it sigh and shift and turn saying
C
Sleep she comes to steal the ones who
Am
Fill their glass and leave the rest
Em
Whose teeth get brushed, who eat enough
G
And who know how to treat their friends
C
Am
How long this night seems with
Em
G
No sign of a bright dream to guide us toward the day
Am
G
To guide us toward the day
Am
F
Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host
C
G
To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts
Am
F
Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold
C
G
Am
That we may lie again, here in sweet repose, ah sweet

Rat Trap [Boomtown Rats]
1978

G
Em
There was a lot of rocking going on that night Cruising time for the young, bright lights Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
C
The five lamp boys were coming on strong
G
Em
The Saturday night city beat had already started And the punks, the corner boys just sprang into action And young Billy watched under the yellow street light
C
D
Em
And said tonight of all nights there's gonna be a fight
G
Em
Billy don't like it living here in this town (He Says) Traps have been sprung long before he was born (He Says) Hope bites the dust behind all the closed doors And pus and grime ooze from its scab-crusted sores
C
There's screaming and crying in the high-rise blocks
G
D
It's a rat trap, Billy, but you're already caught
Em
And you can make it if you want to or you need it bad enough
C
You're young and good looking and you're acting kind of tough
G
D
Anyway it's Saturday night, time to see what's going down
Em
Put on the right suit, Billy, head for the right side of town
C
It's only eight o'clock, but you're already bored
G
D
You don't know what it is, but there's got to be more
Em
You'd better find a way out, hey, kick down that door
C
D
Em
It's a rat trap and you've been caught
Am
Em
In this town Billy says everybody's trying to tell you what to do In this town Billy says everybody says you gotta follow rules
Am
You walk up to the traffic lights You switch from your left to your right You push in that button, and that button throws a light and it says
D
Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk
Em
Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk Hey!
Am
Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Em
Billy take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Am
Billy take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Em
G
Em
Billy! , take a walk with me!
G
Em
...
G
Em
Well little Judy's tryin' to watch Top Of The Pops But Mum an' Dad are fighting, don't they ever stop? She takes up her coat and walks down to the street It's cold on that road but it's got that home beat
C
Deep down in her pocket she finds 50p
G
D
Hey is that any way for a young girl to be?
Em
I gonna get out of school work in some factory
C
Oh with all the hours God gave me
G
D
Em
Get myself a little easy money na na na na na na na na na na na
Em
Am
Her mind's made up she walks down the road
F#m
B
Her hands in her pockets coat buttoned against the cold
Em
Am
She finally finds Billy down the Italian cafe
C
When he's drunk it's hard to understand what Billy Says
G
D
But then he mumbles in his coffee and he suddenly roars
Em
G
Em
It's a rat trap Judy, and we've been caught!
G
Em

Roll Away The Stone [Mott the Hoople]
1973

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F
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F/a
F/a
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x2
C
G
E7
Baby if you'd just say you care
Am
G
F
I'd follow you most anywhere
C
Roll away the stone
G
F
Roll away the stone And in the darkest night I'd keep you safe and alright Roll away the stone Roll away the stone
C
G
F
G
Won't you roll away the stone? (Sha la la la, push, push)
C
G
F
G
Why be cold and so alone? (Sha la la la, push, push)
C
G
F
Won't you roll away the stone?
G
Am
Don't you let it lie |
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F/a
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x2
No matter if fools say we can't win I know I'll fall in love again Roll away the stone Roll away the stone So sing, we still got a chance Baby at love and sweet romance Roll away the stone Roll away the stone Won't you roll away the stone? Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone? Don't you let it lie |
Am
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F/a
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Eb7
There's a rockabilly party on Saturday night
Ab
Are you gonna be there? I got my invite!
Eb7
Gonna bring your records? Oh will do!
Gsus4
G
Gsus4
G
Ha ha ha! Made it! Won't you roll away the stone? Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone?
C
G
F
G
Don't you let it lie
C
G
F
G
Come on roll! (Won't you roll away the stone) Come on roll! (Won't you roll away the stone) Come on roll! (Won't you roll away the stone)

Somewhere Over The Rainbow [Arlen/Harburg]

C#m7b5 x31000
Fm6/e 030111
D7b9 ACABAB
G
C#m7b5
Cm
Bm
G9
C6
Bm7
Eb9
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
C6
Cm
G
Fm6/e
A9
C/d
D7b9
G
D9
There's a land that I heard of, once in a lul la by
G
Em
Bm
C
G
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
C
Cm
G
Em
Am7
D7
G
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
G
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Am7
Em
Am7
D7
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
G
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
F#m
Away above the chimney tops
Bm
Am7
D7
That's where you'll find me
G
Em
Bm
C
G
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
C
Cm
G
Em
Am7
D7
G
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
G
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Am7
Em
Am7
D7
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
G
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
F#7
Away above the chimney tops
Bm
Am7
D7
That's where you'll find me
G
Em
Bm
C
G
Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
C
Cm
G
Em
Am7
D7
G
Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can't I?
G
Am7
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
D
G
Why, oh why can't I?

The Star-Spangled Banner

G7
C
Am
C
G
Oh say, can you see, by the dawn's early light
G7
C
G
C
What so proudly we hailed, at the twilight's last gleaming?
G7
C
Em7
Am
C
G
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight
C
G
C
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
C
G
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air
C
G
C
Am
D7
G
Gave proof through the night, that our flag was still there
C
F
Dm
C
G
Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave
C
Am7
C
G
C
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave

Telling Stories [Turner Cody]
2021

C
G
F
I'm telling myself stories about the future What will disappear and what will last Everything around me's getting newer And I'm telling myself stories about the past I recall a time when me and you were Making bets on eternity I'm telling myself stories that are bluer I'm telling myself stories about me The high stakes drama was a let down And we don't know what was real and what was fake The plot turned on some dime novel romance And now we're telling ourself stories for our sake
Am
Em
Dm
And I'm waiting for another sun to set down And some new moon to do its job for free
C
G
F
I'm telling myself stories about the city And I'm telling myself stories about me The gun was hid inside the maid's gray bonnet The family's country mansion is for sale The bankers and the nouveaux riches all want it The drunken old aristocrat's in jail And the audience all think they know who did it And everyone feels sorry just in time Word is there will be a general pardon For everyone who toes the party line And I'm telling myself stories that will end soon And in some of them I'm only in act three I don't know who's the hero or the villain I'm telling myself stories about me But in all of them I give her my last dollar And then recite a sad soliloquy In all of them I choose death before dishonor In all of my stories about me

There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner [Noel Coward]
1952

They're out of sorts in Sunderland And terribly cross in Kent They're dull in Hull and the Isle of Mull Is seething with discontent They're nervous in Northumberland And Devon is down the drain They're filled with wrath on the Firth of Forth And sullen on Salisbury Plain In Dublin they're depressed, lads Maybe because they're Celts For the Drake is going west, lads And so is everyone else Hurray, hurray, hurray! Misery's on the way! There are bad times just around the corner There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky And it's no good whining about the silver lining For we know from experience that they won't roll by With a scowl and a frown we'll keep our pecker's down And prepare for depression and doom and dread We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag And wait until we drop down dead There are bad times just around the corner The horizon's gloomy as can be There are blackbirds over the greyish cliffs of Dover And the rats are preparing to leave the BBC We're an unhappy breed and very bored indeed When reminded of something that Nelson said And while the press and the politicians nag, nag, nag We'll wait until we drop down dead From Colwyn Bay to Kettering they're sobbing themselves to sleep The shrieks and wails in the Yorkshire Dales have even depressed the sheep In rather vulgar lettering a very disgruntled group Have posted bills on the Cotswold hills to prove that we're in the soup While begging Kipling's pardon There's one thing we know for sure If England is a garden We ought to have more manure Hurray, hurray, hurray! Suffering and dismay There are bad times just around the corner And the outlook's absolutely vile There are homefires burning from Windermere to Woking And we're not going to tighten our belts and smile, smile, smile At the sound of the shot we'd just as soon as not Take a hot water bottle and go to bed We're going to un-tense our muscles till they sag, sag, sag And wait until we drop down dead There are bad times just around the corner We can all look forward to despair It's as clear as crystal from Bridlington to Bristol That we can't save democracy and we don't much care If the reds and the pinks believe that England stinks And that world revolution is bound to spread We'd better all learn the lyrics of the old Red Flag And wait until we drop down dead A likely story, land of hope and glory! Wait until we drop down dead

Too Much Time [Captain Beefheart]
1972

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|---5-7-7/9--9--7--5-7-----|
A
I got too much time, too much time
A
D/f#
Bm
A
Too much time to be without love I got too much time, too much time Too much time to be without love
A
In my life I got a deep devotion Wide as the sky, deep as the ocean Every war that's waged makes me cry
Bm
A
Every bird that goes by gets me high Sometime when it's late and I'm a little hungry I heat up some old stale beans Open up a can of sardines Eat crackers and dream about somebody to cook for me I got too much time, too much time I got too much time to be without love In my life I've got a deep devotion Wide as the sky and deep as the ocean Every war that's waged makes me cry Every bird that goes by gets me high I got too much time, too much time I got too much time to be without love

The Torture Never Stops [Zappa/Beefheart]
1975

C
Flies all green and buzzin' In this dungeon of despair Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes Scratch their matted hair A tiny light from a window-hole A hundred yards away That's all they ever get to know 'Bout the regular life in the day 'Bout the regular life in the day Slime and rot and rats and snot Vomit on the floor Fifty ugly soldier men Holdin' spears by the iron door Stinks so bad, stones are smokin' Weepin' green drops In the den where the giant fire poker works And the torture never stops The torture never stops, torture The torture never stops The torture never stops
Break
Flies all green and buzzin' In this dungeon of despair An evil prince eats a steamin' pig In a timbers right near there In the chambers right near there He eats the snout and trotters first The loins and the groins are then dispersed His carvin' style is well rehearsed He stands and shouts All men be cursed All men be cursed All men be cursed All men be cursed And disagree it, well no one durst He the best of course of all the worst Best of course of all the worst
Harmonica break
He stinks so bad his stones been chokin' Weepin' greenish drops In the room with the iron maiden And the torture never stops, torture Torture never stops Torture never stops, torture Torture never stops Flies all green and buzzin' In this dungeon of despair Who are all those people That is shut away down there? Are they crazy? Are they sainted? Are they heroes someone painted? Someone painted? Are they -isms Later ornated Once they come they have been tainted Once they come they have been tainted Never been explained Since at first it was created But a dungeon and his kin Require naught but lockin' in Of any anything that's been Could be a her but it's probably a him Could be a her but it's probably a him It's what's the deal were dealin' in It's what's the deal were dealin' in And he thinks so bad it's hurt To the pearl and the piles of blast Any dungeon have a trailer Were the torture never stops, torture Torture never stops Torture never stops, torture Torture never stops Torture never stops, talkin' to you Torture never stops

Vegas [Martyn Joseph]
2003

Capo:
II
Bsus4/g# 4x4400
A* x07650
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E
|
Bsus4/g#
|
A*
|
E
| ... My cab driver was born in Nebraska And that's where he met his wife Till she passed on there a short time ago Nebraska had been his life They used to vacation in Vegas When he lost her he thought that he would Reach out to friends they had made there And so he settled in the neighbourhood In Vegas, Vegas He says this is the place where it happens This is the place to be found Says everyone's coming from somewhere Trying to turn luck around He's eighty years old and he's smiling A contender in his youth No fading away at the end of a day When the Canyon won't give up the truth There's always Vegas, Vegas I'm walking for miles after sundown Still walking as she rises the same A million angels with stories Blade Runner without the rain I want to cry out I'm so happy But I cry in my dreams I'm so sad 20 cent craps paying low rollers high I figure my chances aren't bad Tonight in Vegas, Vegas I was just ten years old when you got here White suits and the king of pain When I heard that sad voice rumbling, trembling I knew things would never be the same By the time I got here in my forties I asked and they told me you'd gone But I don't buy that for a moment I can still hear you singing that song Viva Las Vegas, Vegas

Vegematic [Steve Goodman]
1984

Am
Em
Am
E7
Am
Fell asleep last night with the TV on, oh, what a dream I had
Am
E
E7
I dreamed I answered every single one of those late night mail order ads
Am
Em
Am
And four to six weeks later, much to my surprise
Am
C
Am
E7
Am
The mailman came to my front door, and I couldn't believe my eyes
Am
E7
Am
When he brought the Vegematic, and the Pocket Fisherman too
Am
C
Am
Illuminated illustrated history of life
E
E7
And Boxcar Willie with a Ginzu knife
Am
E7
Am
A bamboo steamer, and a Garden Weasel too
Am
C
Am
E7
Am
And a tie-dyed, day-glow souvenir shirt from Six Flags Over Burbank The doorbell rang all morning and into the afternoon I shook with fright as it rang all night to the light of the Mastercard moon There was Parcel Post in the pantry, and UPS in the hall COD's to the ceiling, and I just couldn't pay for it all I got the egg scrambler, with a Seal-a-Meal carrying case A set of presidential commemorative plates So I could eat my eggs off the President's face A Minute Mender, and a needle that'll knit or crochet And an autographed photograph of Rin-Tin-Tin at Six Flags Over Burbank I remembered I was dreaming, so I gave a mighty cheer When I awoke, it was no joke, 'cause all that shit was here So if you fall asleep with the TV on, let me tell you what to do Tear the telephone out of the wall unless you want it to happen to you You'll get the Vegematic, and the Pocket Fisherman too Illuminated illustrated history of life And Boxcar Willie with a Ginzu knife A bamboo steamer, and a smokeless ashtray too And an all expenses paid weekend for three at Six Flags Over Burbank