Neil Young : On The Beach

Amaj7

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Amaj7

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I hear some people been talkin' me down

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Bring up my name, pass it round

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They don't mention happy times

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They do their thing, I'll do mine

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Ooh baby, that's hard to change

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I can't tell them how to feel

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Some get stoned, some get strange

E

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But sooner or later it all gets real

Amaj7

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Amaj7

Walk on, walk on

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Amaj7

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Amaj7

Walk on, walk on I remember the good old days Stayed up all night gettin' crazed Then the money was not so good But we still did the best we could Ooh baby, that's hard to change I can't tell them how to feel Some get stoned, some get strange But sooner or later it all gets real Walk on, walk on Walk on, walk on

Amaj7

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See the sky about to rain Broken clouds and rain Locomotive pull the train Whistle blowing through my brain

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Signals curling on an open plain

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D/f#

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Rolling down the track again

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) See the sky about to rain |

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Some are bound for happiness Some are bound to glory Some are bound to live with less Who can tell your story?

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Bm

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See the sky about to rain

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Broken clouds and rain

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Bm

E

Locomotive pull the train

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G

Whistle blowin' through my brain

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Signals curlin' on an open plain

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D/f#

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Rollin' down the track again

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) See the sky about to rain |

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x2

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Bm

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I was down in Dixie Land

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G

Played a silver fiddle

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Bm

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Played it loud and then the man

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Broke it down the middle

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G

See the sky about to rain

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Bm

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Aaaaah Aaaaaah

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Bm

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x3

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Bm

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Aah See the sky about to rain

Bm

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See the sky about to rain aaah

Bm

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Bm

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Aah...

Am*

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Asus4

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Am7

Am*

Well, we live in a trailer at the edge of town

Am*

You never see us, 'cause we don't come around

Fmaj7

Am*

We got twenty five rifles, just to keep the population down

Fmaj7

Am*

But we need you now, and that's why I'm hangin' round

Fmaj7

E

So you be good to me and I'll be good to you

Am*

And in this land of conditions I'm not above suspicion

Am*

I won't attack you, but I won't back you

Am*

Well, it's so good to be here, asleep on your lawn

Am*

Remember your guard dog? Well, I'm afraid that he's gone

Fmaj7

Am*

It was such a drag to hear him whining all night long

Fmaj7

Yes, that was me with the doves

Fmaj7

Am*

Setting them free near the factory where you built your computer love

Fmaj7

E

I hope you get the connection, 'cause I can't take the rejection

Am*

I won't deceive you, I just don't believe you |

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Well, I'm a barrel of laughs with my carbine on

Am*

I keep 'em hoppin' till my ammunition's gone

Fmaj7

Am*

But I'm still not happy, I feel like there's something wrong

Dm

I got the revolution blues, I see bloody fountains

Am*

And ten million dune buggies comin' down the mountain

Fmaj7

E

Well, I hear that Laurel Canyon is full of famous stars

Am*

But I hate them worse than lepers and I'll kill them in their cars

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

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D

All the sailors with their seasick mamas Hear the Sirens on the shore Singing songs for pimps with tailors

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D

Who charge ten dollars at the door You can really learn a lot that way It will change you in the middle of the day Though your confidence may be shattered It doesn't matter All the great explorers Are now in granite lake Under white sheets for the great unveiling At the big parade You can really learn a lot that way It will change you in the middle of the day Though your confidence may be shattered It doesn't matter

Instrumental verse + chorus

All the bush-league batters Are left to die on the diamond In the stands the home crowd scatters For the turnstiles For the turnstiles For the turnstiles

E7 076700 B7 7678xx

E7#9 076780 A7 5456xx

Intro: Riff

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E7#9

I'm a vampire, baby, sucking blood from the earth

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A7

E7#9

I'm a vampire, baby, sucking blood from the earth

B7

A7

E7#9

(riff)

Well, I'm a vampire, baby, sell you twenty barrels worth I'm a black bat, baby, bangin' on your window pane I'm a black bat, baby, bangin' on your window pane Well, I'm a black bat, babe, I need my high octane

Solo over verse chords

Good times are comin', I hear it everywhere I go Good times are comin', I hear it everywhere I go Good times are comin', but they sure comin' slow I'm a vampire, baby, suckin' blood from the earth I'm a vampire, baby, suckin' blood from the earth Well, I'm a vampire, babe, sell you twenty barrels worth Good times are comin'...

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The world is turning, I hope it don't turn away

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Dm

Am7

The world is turning, I hope it don't turn away

Cmaj7

Fmaj7

All my pictures are falling

Cmaj7

Fmaj7

From the wall where I placed them yesterday

Am7

Dm

Am7

The world is turning, I hope it don't turn away I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day Though my problems are meaningless That don't make them go away I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone Now I'm living out here on the beach But those seagulls are still out of reach I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone Get outta town, I think I'll get outta town Get outta town, I think I'll get outta town I head for the sticks with my bus and friends I follow a road, though I don't know where it ends Get outta town, I think I'll get outta town 'Cause the world is turning, I hope it don't turn away

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Motion pictures on my TV screen

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D7

A home away from home, living in between

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Cmaj7

C7

But I hear some people have got their dream

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D7

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) I've got mine I hear the mountains are doing fine Morning glory is on the vine And the dew is falling, the ducks are calling Yes, I've got mine Well, all those people, they think they got it made But I wouldn't buy, sell, borrow or trade

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Cmaj7

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Anything I have to be like one of them

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) I'd rather start all over again

Instrumental verse

Well, all those headlines, they just bore me now I'm deep inside myself, but I'll get out somehow And I'll stand before you, and I'll bring a smile To your eyes Motion pictures Motion pictures

Capo:

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Harp:

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with capo] (cross harp over instrumentals)

C

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Back in the old folky days

Am

Em

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The air was magic when we played

C

F

The riverboat was rocking in the rain

Am

Em

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Midnight was the time for the raid

G

Oh, Isabella, proud Isabella

Am

They tore you down and plowed you under

Bm

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You're only real with your make-up on

G

D

How could I see you and stay too long? All along the Navajo Trail Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails Waitresses are crying in the rain Will their boyfriends pass this way again? Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids She needs someone that she can scream at And I'm such a heel for making her feel so bad I guess I'll call it sickness gone It's hard to say the meaning of this song An ambulance can only go so fast It's easy to get buried in the past When you try to make a good thing last |

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x4

I saw today in the entertainment section There's room at the top for private detection To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter But it's either that or pay off the kidnapper So all you critics sit alone You're no better than me for what you've shown With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams We could get together for some scenes |

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x4

Well, I'm up in TO, keeping jive alive And out on the corner it's half past five But the subways are empty and so are the cafes Except for the Farmer's Market, and I still can hear him say You're all just pissing in the wind You don't know it but you are And there ain't nothin' like a friend Who can tell you you're just pissing in the wind I never knew a man could tell so many lies He had a different story for every set of eyes How can he remember who he's talking to? 'Cause I know it ain't me, and hope it isn't you

Neil Young : On The Beach
1974

Walk On

See The Sky About To Rain

Revolution Blues

For The Turnstiles

Vampire Blues

On The Beach

Motion Pictures

Ambulance Blues

Neil Young : On The Beach 1974

Walk On

See The Sky About To Rain

Revolution Blues

For The Turnstiles

Vampire Blues

On The Beach

Motion Pictures

Ambulance Blues

Neil Young : On The Beach
1974