Richard Thompson : Amnesia

D

How many boys, one night stands

D

A

How many lips, how many hands have held you

G

A

Like I'm holding you tonight? Too many nights staying up late Too much powder, too much paint Oh you can't hide from the turning of the tide

Bm

D

G

Did they run their fingers up and down your shabby dress?

Bm

D

G

A

Did they find some tender moment there in your caress? Boys all say you look so fine Don't come back for a second time You can't hide from the turning of the tide Poor little sailor boy, never set eyes on a woman before Did he tell you that he'd love you, darling, for ever more? Pretty little shoes, cheap perfume Creaking bed in the hotel room You can't hide from the turning of the tide Did they run their fingers up and down your shabby dress? Did they find some tender moment there in your caress? Boys all say you look so fine Don't come back for a second time You can't hide from the turning of the tide

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Dm

Tropical night, malaria moon Dying stars of the silver screen Oh she danced that famous gypsy dance With a hole in her tambourine I was young enough and dumb enough I swallowed down my Mickey Finn She'd hijacked a few hearts, all right I went into a tail spin

Bb

F6/a

Oh, don't sing me, don't sing me

Gm

F6

Dm

Don't sing me no more gypsy love songs

Bb

F6/a

Don't sing me, don't sing me

Gm

F6

Dm

Don't sing me no more gypsy love songs

Gm

Dm

Don't stir it up again I put my arm around her waist Says she "Young man, you're getting warm" The room was going somewhere without me And she laughed as she read my palm Oh, don't sing me, don't sing me Don't sing me no more gypsy love songs Don't sing me, don't sing me Don't sing me no more gypsy love songs Don't stir it up again

Am

E

F

C

Dm

G

Oh stillborn love, passionate dreams, pitiful greed

Am

E

F

C

And the silver tongues of the tinker girls

Dm

C/e

Who throw the book of life at you

F

G

But they don't know how to read She was a third generation Transylvanian I was the seventh son of a seventh son I begged the band "Don't play that tune Please don't beguine the begun" When I awoke, she'd cut and run She stole my blueprints and my change Just a horseshoe and a note on the bed And all it read was "Strange" Don't sing me, don't sing me Don't sing me no more gypsy love songs Don't sing me, don't sing me Don't sing me, don't sing me Don't sing me no more gypsy love songs Don't stir it up again

G

C/g

G

Jerusalem on the Jukebox, they talk in tongues on Coronation Street

G

C/g

G

Heaven help the Pharisee whose halo has slipped down to his feet

Am

C/g

G

A thousand satellite comedians have died for your sins

G

F

C

D

G

Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings At poolside picnics they chant for Ferraris and furs Their muscle-tone sharpens but their hold on reality blurs You can have your cake and eat it, and never have to puke up a thing Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings

G

C/g

G

x3

In the bathroom mirror they try that Joan of Arc look again Two parts Ingrid Bergman to one part Shirley MacLaine The wounds of time kill you but the surgeon's knife only stings Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings In video suburbia the blue light flickers and flames Ecstasy and holy blackmail are the favorite games And God has the sharpest suit and the cleanest chin Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings

G

C/g

G

x3

The bride checks her hair and her make-up, and here comes the groom What one-eyed monster comes slouching into your front room? Rudolph Valentino or the curse of the two-legged things Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings Little angels, beat your wings!

F

Dm

C

Am

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G

It was cruel of you to stand

F

At my door and take my hand

C

C/e

F

Like a drowning man I clung to my defenses

G

And ten years is a time

F

But your looks, love, it's a crime

C

C/e

F/a

C/g

And I lost myself in the tangle of your fences

F

G

And I never was to know

C

C/e

F

That I'd come to miss you so

C/g

Dm/f

But time winds down

C/g

F

D

And I turned my back long ago

Am

C/g

But I still dream

Dm

F

C

F/c

C

Oh darling I still dream

Am

C/g

I still dream

Dm

F

C

F/c

C

Lord knows I still dream On the killing floor I stand With a stun-gun in my hand Like a cowboy shooting bad men on the range And nothing satisfies And the soul inside me dies As I duck each punch and never risk the change And now you look at me With that same old used-to-be But time winds down And I turned my back long ago But I still dream Darling I still dream And now you look at me With that same old used-to-be But time winds down And I turned my back long ago But I still dream Oh darling I still dream I still dream Lord knows I still dream I still dream Darling I still dream

Bm11 x20200 F#m7b5 202210 (Am/f#)

Dmaj7 xx0222 B9sus4 x2220x (ish)

Fmaj7b5 133200

Bm11

E

Dmaj7/e

Esus4

I started to cry, they put gin in my cup

Dmaj7/e

E

Dmaj7

Esus4

I started to crawl and they swaddled me up

Dmaj7/e

E

Asus2/e

E

I got up and run, they said, easy son

Asus2/e

E

Play up, play the game They told me to think and forget what I'd heard They told me to lie and then questioned my word They taught me to fail, better sink than sail Just play the game

Em7

A/e

Em7

A/e

Oh! Towers will tumble and locusts will visit the land

Em7

A/e

Em7

F#m7b5

B9sus4

Oh! A curse on your house and your children and the fruit of your hand

Em

G

They said you can't win, you can't win

F#m7b5

Fmaj7b5

You sweat blood, you give in

Em

G

You can't win, you can't win

F#m7b5

Fmaj7b5

Turn the cheek, take it on the chin

Em

/d

Don't you dare do this, don't you dare do that

C

A7sus2

We shoot down dreams, we stiletto in the back

Em

/d

The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people

C

The nerve of some people

A7sus4

I don't know who you think you are

E

Bm7

E

Esus4

Bm11

Who you think you are Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons? Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues? Better to leave than stay here and grieve And play the game Don't waken the dead as you sleepwalk around If you have a dream, brother, hush, not a sound Stand there and rust, and die if you must But play the game Oh! If we can't have it, why should a wretch like you? Oh! It was drilled in our heads, now we drill it into your head too You can't win, you can't win You sweat blood, you give in You can't win, you can't win Turn the cheek, take it on the chin Don't you dare do this, don't you dare do that We harpoon dreams, we stiletto in the back The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people

F

Oh play me a blues song and fade down the light

C

F

Bb

F

I'm sad as a proud man can be sad tonight

F

Just let me dream on, oh just let me sway

C

F

Bb

F

While the sweet violins and the saxophones play

C

C/bb

G

C

And Miss, you don't know me, but can't we pretend

Bb

C

That we care for each other, till the band reach the end

F

Bb

One step for aching

F

Bb

Two steps for breaking

Dm

G

Waltzing's for dreamers

C

F

And losers in love One step for sighing And two steps for crying Waltzing's for dreamers And losers in love They say love's for gamblers, the pendulum swings I bet hard on love and I lost everything So don't send me home now, put a shot in my arm And we'll drink out old memories and we'll drink in the dawn And Mr Bandleader, won't you play one more time One step for aching Two steps for breaking Waltzing's for dreamers And losers in love One step for sighing And two steps for crying Waltzing's for dreamers And losers in love

Tuning: DADGAD

Capo:

II

Em11 222000 C x3x03x Asus4 x02200

D 0x0200 G/b x2x02x A x02202

Bm7 x24400 G(v) 5x00xx D/f# 4x02xx

Em11

D

Em11

D

Pharaoh he sits in his tower of steel The dogs of money all at his heel Magicians cry, Oh Truth! Oh Real! We're all working for the Pharaoh

Em11

D

A thousand eyes, a thousand ears

Em11

Bm7

He feeds us all, he feeds our fears

Em11

D

Don't stir in your sleep tonight, my dears

C

G/b

D

Em11

We're all working for the Pharaoh

Asus4

A

Egypt Land, Egypt Land We're all living in Egypt land

Em

D/f#

G(v)

Asus4

A

Tell me, brother, don't you understand

C

G/b

D

Em11

D

Em11

We're all working for the Pharaoh Hidden from the eye of chance The men of shadow dance a dance And we're all struck into a trance We're all working for the Pharaoh Idols rise into the sky Pyramids soar, Sphinxes lie Head of dog, Osiris eye We're all working for the Pharaoh Egypt Land, Egypt Land We're all living in Egypt land Tell me, brother, don't you understand We're all working for the Pharaoh I dig a ditch, I shape a stone Another battlement for his throne Another day on earth is flown We're all working for the Pharaoh Call it England, call it Spain Egypt rules with the whip and chain Moses free my people again! We're all working for the Pharaoh Egypt Land, Egypt Land We're all living in Egypt land Tell me, brother, don't you understand We're all working for the Pharaoh Pharaoh he sits in his tower of steel Around his feet the princes kneel Far beneath we shoulder the wheel We're all working for the Pharaoh

Richard Thompson : Amnesia
1988

Turning Of The Tide

Gypsy Love Songs

Jerusalem On The Jukebox

I Still Dream

Can't Win

Walzing's For Dreamers

Pharaoh

Richard Thompson : Amnesia 1988

Turning Of The Tide

Gypsy Love Songs

Jerusalem On The Jukebox

I Still Dream

Can't Win

Walzing's For Dreamers

Pharaoh

Richard Thompson : Amnesia
1988