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Velvet Underground : The Velvet Underground And Nico
1967

  1. Sunday Morning
  2. I'm Waiting For The Man
  3. Femme Fatale
  4. Venus In Furs
  5. Run Run Run
  6. All Tomorrow's Parties

  7. Heroin
  8. There She Goes Again
  9. I'll Be Your Mirror
  10. The Black Angel's Death Song
  11. European Son

Sunday Morning

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C
G
C
G
C
Sunday morning
G
C
Brings the dawn in
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D/f#
Em
It's just a restless feeling
A
D
By my side Early dawning Sunday morning It's just the wasted years So close behind
G
C
Watch out, the world's behind you
G
C
There's always someone around you
Am
Who will call
F
D
It's nothing at all Sunday morning And I'm falling I've got a feeling I don't want to know Early dawning Sunday morning It's all the streets you crossed Not so long ago Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you Who will call It's nothing at all Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you Who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning

I'm Waiting For The Man

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I'm waiting for my man 26 dollars in my hand
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G#
Up to Lexington 125
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F#
Feelin' sick and dirty more dead than alive
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A
A
A
I'm waiting for my man Hey white boy, what you doin' uptown? Hey white boy, you chasin' our women around? Oh pardon me sir, it's furthest from my mind I'm just lookin' for a dear dear friend of mine I'm waiting for my man Here he comes, he's all dressed in black PR shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man, ah, work it now Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste Ah, then you gotta split because you got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man Baby don't you holler, darling don't you ball and shout I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, I'm feelin' oh so fine Until tomorrow but that's just some other time I'm waiting for my man, walk it home
E
A
E
A

Femme Fatale

Amaj7
Dmaj7
Amaj7
Dmaj7
Amaj7
Dmaj7
Here she comes
Amaj7
Dmaj7
You'd better watch your step
Amaj7
Dmaj7
Bm
She's going to break your heart in two
E
It's true It's not hard to realize Just look into her false colored eyes She'll build you up to just put you down What a clown
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D
'Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale)
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D
The things she does to please (she's a femme fatale)
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D
She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale)
Bm
G
E
See the way she walks hear the way she talks You're written in her book You're number 37, have a look She's going to smile to make you frown What a clown Little boy, she's from the street Before you start you're already beat She's going to play you for a fool Yes it's true 'Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (she's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale) See the way she walks hear the way she talks 'Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (she's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale) Oh wow whoa (she's a femme fatale) Oh wow whoa (she's a femme fatale) Oh wow whoa (she's a femme fatale) Oh wow whoa (she's a femme fatale)

Venus In Furs

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Dm
Shiny shiny, shiny boots of leather
Dm
A
Whiplash girl-child in the dark
Dm
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Dm
Strike dear mistress and cure his heart Downy sins of streetlight fancies Chase the costumes she shall wear Ermine furs adorn imperious Severin, Severin awaits you there
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C
F
I am tired, I am weary
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Bb
C
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I could sleep for a thousand years
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Bb
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A thousand dreams that would awake me
Dm
Different colors made of tears Kiss the boot of shiny shiny leather Shiny leather in the dark Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you Strike dear mistress and cure his heart Severin, Severin, speak so slightly Severin, down on your bended knee Taste the whip, in love not given lightly Taste the whip, now bleed for me I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears Shiny shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girl-child in the dark Severin your servant, comes in bells Please don't forsake him Strike dear mistress and cure his heart

Run Run Run

Tuning: EADGBB
Capo:
-II
The album version is in
D
, using DGCFAA
E
Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave I sold my soul, must be saved Gonna take a walk down Union Square You never know who you gonna find there
E
You gotta run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run run run run run
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E
Gypsy death and you, tell you what to do Margarita Passion, I had to get her fixed She wasn't well, she's getting sick Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high Didn't know things she could buy And she would run, run, run, run, run... Seasick Sarah had a golden nose Hard-nailed boots wrapped around her toes When she turned blue, all the angels screamed They didn't know, they couldn't make the scene She had to run, run, run, run, run... Beardless Harry, what a waste Couldn't even get a small town taste Rode the trolleys down to forty-seven Figured if he was good, he'd get himself to heaven 'Cause he had to run, run, run, run, run...

All Tomorrow's Parties

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D
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
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Em
A
To all tomorrow's parties
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D
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
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Em
A
To all tomorrow's parties
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A
And where will she go and what shall she do
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A
When midnight comes around
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D
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
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Em
D
And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go morning A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties
D

Heroin

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I don't know just where I'm going But I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein Then I tell you things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus' son And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I have made big decision I'm gonna try to nullify my life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death And you can't help me, not you guys Or all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk You can all go take a walk And I guess I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that Ah, in a sailor's suit and cap Away from the big city Where a man cannot be free Of all the evils of this town And of himself and those around Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Heroin, be the death of me Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life, haha Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head And then I'm better off than dead Because when the smack begins to flow I really don't care anymore About all the Jim-Jims in this town And all the politicians making crazy sounds And everybody putting everybody else down And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds 'Cause when the smack begins to flow Then I really don't care anymore Ah, when that heroin is in my blood, ha And that blood is in my head Man thank God that I'm good as dead And thank your God that I'm not aware And thank God that I just don't care And I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

There She Goes Again

Intro
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D
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x2
Verse
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x4
Am
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x2
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x3
Intro
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D
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x2
Verse
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x4
Am
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x2
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x3
Lead is over
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-
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of verse
Play
G
in
F#
and fingerpick with
D
note thrown in at the right moment
There she goes again She's out on the streets again She's down on her knees, my friend But you know she'll never ask you please again Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes She won't take it from just any guy, what can you do You see her walkin' on down the street Look at all your friends she's gonna meet You better hit her There she goes again She's knocked out on her feet again She's down on her knees, my friend But you know she'll never ask you please again Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes Like a bird, you know she would fly, what can you do You see her walkin' on down the street Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet You better hit her Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes Like a bird, you know she will fly, fly, fly away See her walking on down the street Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet She's gonna bawl and shout She's gonna work it She's gonna work it out, bye bye Bye bye baby

I'll Be Your Mirror

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I'll be your mirror
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Reflect what you are, in case you don't know
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G
I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
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The light on your door to show that you're home
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D
When you think the night has seen your mind
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D
That inside you're twisted and unkind
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D
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Em
Please put down your hands
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A
'Cause I see you
D
I find it hard
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A
To believe you don't know, the beauty you are
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G
But if you don't, let me be your eyes
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D
A hand to your darkness, so you won't be afraid
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D
When you think the night has seen your mind
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D
That inside you're twisted and unkind
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D
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Em
Please put down your hands
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A
'Cause I see you
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G
I'll be your mirror (reflect what you are) I'll be your mirror (reflect what you are) I'll be your mirror (reflect what you are) I'll be your mirror (reflect what you are) I'll be your mirror (reflect what you are)

The Black Angel's Death Song

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Em
Em
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Em
The myriad choices of his fate
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Set themselves out upon a plate for him to choose
D
What had he to lose Not a ghost-bloodied country all covered with sleep Where the black angel did weep Not an old city street in the east Gone to choose And wandering's brother walked on through the night With his hair, in his face Long a long splintered cut from the knife Of GT The Rally Man's patter ran on through the dawn Until we said so long to his skull Shrill yell Shining brightly, red-rimmed and red-lined with the time Effused with the choice Of the mind on ice skates scraping chunks From the bells
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Cut mouth bleeding razors forget in the pain Antiseptic remains coo goodbye So you fly to the cozy brown snow of the east Gone to choose, choose again Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget Where you come from The stools of your eyes serve to realize pain Choose again And Roberman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse For the loss of a horse Went the bowels in the tail of a rat Come again, choose to go And if epiphanies terror reduced you to shame Have your head bobbed and weaved Choose a side To be on
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Em
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Em
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Em
D
If the stone glances off split didactics in two Lay the color of the mouse trails
E
All's green try between, if you choose
D
If you choose, try to lose
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Em
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Em
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Em
For the loss of remain come and start Start the game I chi-chi, chi-chi I Chi-chi-chi, ka-ta-ko, choose to choose Choose to choose, choose to go
D

European Son

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E
You killed your European Son You spit on those under twenty-one But now your blue clouds have gone
A
You'd better say so long, hey hey hey, bye bye bye You made your wallpapers green You want to make love to the scene Your European Son is gone You'd better say so long, your clouds driftin' goodbye