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Open Mic Nights : April 2026 (Shepreth)

  1. Mr Tambourine Man
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  2. Tightropes
  3. Bleecker Street
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Mr Tambourine Man [Bob Dylan]

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
Capo:
III
Harp:
D
[or
F
with capo] (straight)
D
Dsus2
D
G/b
A
D
G/b
Hey Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
D
G/b
(
Em
)
A
Asus4
A
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
G/b
A
D
G/b
Hey Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
D
G/b
(
Em
)
A
D
Dsus4
D
Dsus2
D
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you
G/b
A
D
G/b
Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand
D
G/b
Vanished from my hand
D
G/b
(
Em
)
A
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming Hey Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me... Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship My senses have been stripped My hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin' I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it Hey Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me... Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun It's not aimed at anyone It's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin' And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time It's just a ragged clown behind I wouldn't pay it any mind It's just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasing Hey Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me... Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted, frightened trees Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea Circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate Driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow Hey Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me...

Tightropes [JPF]

Capo:
III
Harp:
G
[or
Bb
with capo] (straight)
G
D
Everybody's walking tightropes
Em
C
From here to God-knows-where
G
D
C
And they only thing they tell you is "Don't look down" So I gaze off into the distance Where the tightrope disappears And I dream of solid ground You get a pretty good view from the end of line But you've seen it all before And it's never worth the journey that you made And you can always buy your way back home And sink into your comfort zone But it's gonna cost you everything you saved
D
Em
C
And now I'm dreaming of you again
C
/b
D
And of everything that remains
Em
C
D
By the wayside where we used to play I was stranded, soaked and broke Waiting for a bus out of Basingstoke Wondering why the sun even bothers settings On nights like this I hope I never recall I lie awake and I recite them all My memory's no good: I'm really bad at forgetting And now I'm dreaming of you again And of everything that remains By the wayside where we used to play I'm never too busy to notice a sign I think of you when pylons align There's a moment when you can see right through And I sent my message over crackling wires "Don't sink back down into my desires!" It's getting pretty crowded down there too And now I'm dreaming of you again And of everything that remains By the wayside where we used to play And I still play

Bleecker Street [Simon and Garfunkel]

Capo:
IX
|
G
|
D/f#
|
C
|
G
|
G
|
G
D/f#
C
G
Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
Am
/g
D/f#
G
Em
Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street
B7
C
Fills the alleys where men sleep
G
D/f#
Em
/f#
G
Hides the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleecker Street The poet reads his crooked rhyme Holy, holy is his sacrament Thirty dollars pays your rent On Bleecker Street Heard a church bell softly chime In a melody sustainin' It's a long road to Canaan On Bleecker Street