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Roy Harper : Stormcock
1971

  1. Hors D'Oeuvres
  2. The Same Old Rock
  3. One Man Rock And Roll Band
  4. Me And My Woman

Hors D'Oeuvres

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Dsus4
The judge sits on his great assize Twelve men wise with swollen thighs Who never ever told no lies Whose minds were ever such a size Whose lives were ever such a prize Whose brains bred answers just like flies Whose answers stalked their thoughts like spies Whose lead ball through the courtroom flies To rip a hole clean between two eyes That never ever wore disguise And never ever saw blue skies Who quickly lived now slowly dies Who closed unopened otherwise
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Well you can lead a horse to water But you're never gonna make him drink And you can lead a man to slaughter But you're never gonna make him think The critic rubs his tired arse Scrapes his poor brains, strains and farts And wields a pen that stops and starts And thinks in terms of booze and tarts And sits there playing with his parts He says I'm much too crude and far too course And he says this singer's just a farce He's got no healing formulas He's got no cure-all for our scars He's got no bra-strap for our bras And our sagging tits no longer hold a full house of hearts And you know what? I don't think this little song's gonna make the charts Well you can lead a horse to water But you're never gonna make him drink And you can lead a man to slaughter But you're never gonna make him think

The Same Old Rock

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All along the ancient wastes the thin reflections spin
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That gather all the times and tides at once we love within (
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That build the edges round the shrouds that cloud the setting sun
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And carry us to other days and other days to one (
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And full the single stillness of the mirror that is made
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By each and every one of all the colours in a shade (
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Inside each eye is sitting like the sword inside the blade
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And longs for once upon a chance to open love's cascade
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For here we stand, hand to hand
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Fighting for the promised land
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And you try to tell me with consternation
Cmaj7
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That you have found me a brand new lock
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Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination
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Em7
E7
One new sling, the same old rock
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There was a famous straggler stood on the edge of time
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Who held the staff but did not feel the pain
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He multiplied the mystery with utterance sublime
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And crossed his heart for those who died insane
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His friend a restless mouthpiece seven thousand years of age
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Trends to flash a face to shape his ways
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Everlasting light is burning bright inside his cage
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He's only got to breathe to fan the blaze
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Such a groove to have him here on board her ladyship
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The man who makes his living out of bed
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Such a gas to see him flying through his ceaseless lip
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One day, someday soon, he'll lose his head
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And withering in the galleries with eyes fixed on the door
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Are who and you and me and thanks a lot
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And those who see but cannot stand to walk on any floor
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For fear that good is something bad is not
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But loud and clear is the call
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In black and white across your wall
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And damn it all, man, can't you see?
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Fmaj7
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Em7
And you try to tell me with consternation
Cmaj7
B11
That you have found me a brand new lock
Em7
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Em7
Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination
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Em7/d
Em7
Em
One new sling, the same old rock

One Man Rock And Roll Band

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
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Welcome back, you total stranger Welcome to the Fountainhead Welcome back, there is no danger
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You don't need your gun, man, we're already dead Welcome home, the war is over Welcome back, the coast is clear Welcome home, O Johnny soldier We treat you here just like they treat you there
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We're the one man rock and roll band On our very last one night stand Rocking the boat and unrolling the note On which our friend Cardinal Doomsday will land And you tell me that Granddad was a hero That he fought for peace and no more guns But you know I think he must have changed his name to Nero You see 'cause every time he grunts, he kills his sons And when you stood there with your mottos on your knuckles And they were all so really pleased to see you there Well don't you think you could have taken Granddad and his medals And played a different game in Grosvenor Square You know we're the one man rock and roll band On your very last one night stand Rocking the boat and unrolling the note On which your friend Cardinal Doomsday can land

Me And My Woman

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