Galway Bay C G If you ever go across the sea to Ireland, G7 C Then maybe at the closing of the day, Dm You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh, G7 C And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay. Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream The women in the meadow making hay, And to sit beside the turf fire in a cabin, And watch the bare-foot gosoons as they play, For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland, Are perfumed by the heather as it blows, And the women in the uplands diggin' praties, Speak a language that strangers do not know, For the stranger came and tried to teach us their ways, They scorned us just for being what we are, But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams, Or light a penny candle from a star. And if there is going to be a life here after, And somehow I am sure there's going to be, I will ask my God to let me make my heaven In that dear land across the Irish sea. If You Gotta Go Mudfoot Brown doing Bob Dylan G C - - | G C - - | G C - - | G C - - | x2 G C G C Listen to me, baby. There's something you must see: G C G(stop) I wanna be with you, girl... if you wanna be with me. GC--|GC - -|G C --|GC--| So if you gotta go, it's alright. C G D But if you gotta go, go now, or else you got to stay all night. GC--|GC--|GC--|GC--| It ain't that I'm questioning you to take part in any kind of quiz It's just that I ain't got no watch, and you keep asking me what time it is. So if you gotta go, it's alright. But if you gotta go, go now, or else you got to stay all night. {break} G C - - | G C - - | G C - - | G C - - | lots of repeats I am just a poor boy, baby, trying to connect. But I certainly don't want you thinking that I haven't got any respect. So if you gotta go, it's alright. But if you gotta go, go now, or else you got to stay all night. You know I'd have nightmares and a guilty conscience, too, If I kept you from anything that you really wanted to do. But if you gotta go, it's all right. But if you gotta go, go now, or else you gotta stay all night. {break} GC--|GC--|GC--|GC--| lots of repeats It ain't that I'm wanting anything you never gave before. It's just that I'll be sleeping soon, and it'll be too dark for you to find the door. So if you gotta go, it's alright. But if you gotta go, go now, or else you got to stay all night. Listen to me, baby. There's something you must see: I wanna be with you, girl, if you wanna be with me. So if you gotta go, it's alright. But if you gotta go, go now, or else you got to stay all night. Gary, Indiana G C G G D Have you ever been to Gary, Indiana? Gary, Indiana in the spring? G C G G D G If you've ever been to Gary, Indiana, you would hear that mockingbird sing. Have you ever been to the plains of east Moravia? The plains of east Moravia in the spring? If you've ever been to the plains of east Moravia, you would hear that mockingbird sing. Have you ever seen the rolling hills of Iowa? The rolling hills of Iowa in the spring? If you've ever seen the rolling hills of Iowa, you would hear that mockingbird sing. G C G My daddy's in the big house doing time for getting by. G D My mama's back in Gary making love and homemade pie. G C D My sister, she don't come round here cuz she can't get along. G D G And my little brother thinks there's nothing wrong. And each time that I come back here I still bring less of me. There are scenes within my life right now that they will never see. And even if they did they would not recognize my face. And that has now become my saving grace. C G Daddy, I don't wanna go back to the farm in Ohio D The animals are all sold off now and all you grow is grain... G And anyway... The only one that I was fond of C Was that mare that you called Lady Love G D G She must be old now – There ain't no way I could help you put her down. The farmland in Moravia is a lot like that in Iowa The rows are all plowed straight as blades and the corn it grows so tall And once when I was there with you, I plowed a row a time or two. But the harvest was too great, and you gave more than I could haul. Daddy, I don't wanna go back to the farm in Ohio The animals are all sold off now and all you grow is grain... And anyway... The only one that I was fond of Was that mare that you called Lady Love She must be old now – There ain't no way I could help you put her down. break // And I don't wanna farm no more cuz pushing plows just makes me sore I've been outside, I've seen the world, I've tasted love and I want more and now Your forty acres just fence me in, I'm never going home again. Can you ever understand my need to keep moving down the line. Once I loved a girl next door to the family farm in north Baltimore But she packed it in, up to Bowling Green, and then I was left alone Now you ask again as I ride this train Why I curse the sun and I pray for rain But your city flesh cannot take away all the country in my bones. Daddy, I don't wanna go back to the farm in Ohio The animals are all sold off now and all you grow is grain... And anyway... The only one that I was fond of Was that mare that you called Lady Love She must be old now – There ain't no way I could help you put her down. She must be old now – There ain't no way I could help you put her down. Jackie Chan F – Am slide Gm – B slide C – F – Am slide Gm – B slide C – F – Am slide Gm – C B F – C – F – BF Bridge: B–C–F--B–C–F--B – C – F – Dm G---C--- Well I first got the feeling that something wasn’t right I was thinking it was just about over, when you dropped a gram of thorazine in my Sprite and you put me on a red eye to Dover. Well I had it in my mind to forgive you, you’d regret it later on in the night when you got to thinking ‘bout it baby, put it in a different light. But the coroner said I’d be better off dead than living with a woman like you When those 13 drunken hoodlums whipped my ass Now I think of myself as a man, but I ain’t no Jackie Chan They said you asked them nice and paid in cash Let’s get funky, let’s get loose I’ll be your Casey Jones and drive it home in your caboose, baby Take a minute think about the people you meet Are they any better off than you are? Be my Bolshevik, baby, I wanna be your Czar Well I got a good job in a retail store and they told me it was gonna be steady. So I ran home on my very first day in a slinky celebratory teddy. But you started celebrating without me ‘cause I noticed with a little chagrin you had a man in the bed, two goats, and a bottle of gin. But the garbageman said I’d be better off dead than living with a woman like you When they found my mangled body in the trash Now I think of myself as a man, but I ain’t no Jackie Chan They said you asked them nice and paid in cash Let’s get funky, let’s get loose I’ll be your Casey Jones and drive it home in your caboose, baby Take a minute think about the people you meet Are they any better off than you are? Be my Bolshevik, baby, I wanna be your Czar German F F B F (A Waltz) - - Am - - Dm - - Am - - Dm - - - - - C - - - C - - - Am - - Dm - - F F F - - C - - - - B C - - - - - - C - - - - B C - - - - - - B - - - - - C - - - - - - C - - - - B C - - - - - If I was a german you’d leave your new boyfriend for me If I was a german what a mighty fine lover I’d be We’d park in the park in my sporty Volkswagen Sing guttural love songs for most of the day Lay back in the backseat all night guten tag’en away If I was a german I whip up some strudel for you I’d weiner your schnitzel and taste of your hamburgers too We’d be seen at the best discotechs boogie woogin’ Then back at the hotel overlooking the bay We’d rattle the windows and the walls farhvergnugin’ away If I was a german I’d summon the Werhmacht for you I’d battle your bulges and start a world conflict or two We’d walk arm in arm down those old streets of cobble We’d mark all our Deutsches and shop through the day Late afternoon back in our room we could Schnabel away We would Schnabel away Leibling ich liebe dich wie kein anderer kann, So bitte genicht einfach weg irrgendwann B - Circling Normal A D I woke up this morning, sunbeam in my eyes, Pretty girl lying next to me under sweet Alaska skies, Nothing on but a bikini bottom made of seran wrap and some twine... And just then her sister walked in, wearing less and carrying wine. E D A And there's no shittier way to end a wet dream than to wake up in the drunk tank E D Wondering what happened to your life E And your green shoes. A D Don't call me, Steve; I'm circling normal. Don't call me, Steve; I'm circling normal. I first met Steve many years ago, back in high school as a kid. Detention hall, as I recall, but I can't remember what I did. I do recall what he did, though: He shaved a cat, and painted him green. Set him loose in the Special Ed room on the day before Halloween. There's got to be a better method for picking your friends than just to hang around with those that'll have ya... But the football players all called me a dweeb And then they kicked my ass. Don't call me Steve; I'm circling normal. Don't call me Steve; I'm circling normal. Me and Steve been in a rock 'n' roll band 25 years now, or a little less. It's almost as long as Aerosmith, but we haven't had their success. The pinnacle of our career came in 1996 When we opened up for an opening band that opened up once for KISS. There's got to be something more to the rock 'n' roll dream than playing video games in your underwear But my father always said to chase my dreams... and then recanted. F#m E At 41, I'm beginning to wonder just when my star will rise D E Kurt Cobain had to suffer for his art So I can, too. Met a girl on the internet, when I answered an ad back in May. She don't wear much seran wrap, but she's sexy in her own way. We get along well, but she wants me to get a real job, or she's gonna leave. I explained to her that I had one – playing rock 'n' roll with Steve. But then those rust-encrusted ragged daggers burst out from her eyes Inspiring me to change my master plan So I'm quitting the band. Don't call me, Steve; I'm circling normal. Don't call me Steve; I'm circling normal. Don't call me Steve; I wanna be normal. I wanna get a wife, be a family man. I wanna take my kids to Kazakhstan. Sit around Sundays watching games on the tube Get HBO, see softcore boobs I want money like the guys on TV Yeah, maybe I'll join that GOP Pay my bills on time, get a cell phone Get a cubicle that I can call my own. I wanna be normal I wanna be normal Someday Molly Says G – C – Em – D – ad infinitum Bridge Em - - - G - - - C - - - D - - Molly says weird things like redheads don’t last long in Libyan jails. Molly says, at inappropriate times of night, southpaw blind folk read dyslexic Braille. Well I wake up in the morning with a slug of tequila. Don’t know what I’m hearing but I got an idea José and lime gonna help me divine what Molly says, what Molly says in bed. Molly says wildebeests sleep on their backs so the tigers think they’re dead and gone and pecked to little pieces by the birds. Molly says Jesus was a girl and She fed a thousand people from a sack of religious words. Well I wake up with my sense of curiosity itching. I ain’t turned but I’m not quite bitching. Ten years hence I’m gonna make some sense of what Molly says, What Molly says in bed. (Bridge) Molly knows the meaning of the feeling in her tingling thighs. I’ll never understand my lover’s cries. Molly’s observations seem to many, astute, but I must have missed a chapter in the Kama Sutra. It appears me to be a little moot, what Molly says, what Molly says in bed. Molly says Wal-Mart stock is great ‘cause they hire all the elderly to greet the Sunday shoppers at the door. Molly says won’t you lick my feet and tell me can you taste the little microscopic critters from the floor. Well I wake up in the middle of a conversation. I don’t need this flavor of stimulation. Can’t you see my apathy to what Molly says, what Molly says in bed. Wombat combat, barrel of flunkies. Roadkill, tax bill, feral lame monkeys saying don’t ship catnip. United Nations in a barstool carpool; a confederation of the working class and the klan. “Hegemony,” what’s it mean??? Four score and seven years ago. Ich bin ein Berliner. Guess who’s coming to dinner. Heave Ho Ho Ho G - - Am - - C - - D - - ad infinitum I woke up this morning at 9:37 excited I could tell right away there was no one in bed beside me So I figured you got up to wrap me some special contrivance But all that I found was that note you left under the tree B#m - - Am - - G - - D Merry Christmas—what could it be? It said “Babe I have always believed in the magic of Christmas but this year I found was by far the most magic of all. I fell accidentally in love with a seasonal worker, when I sat on his lap to rest shopping last week at the mall.” The depth of the detail describing her painful position Impressed and depressed me together both at the same time It droned on for pages and finished up with her decision to leave with her lover for Lompoc this morning at nine. B#m - - Am - - G - - D Merry Christmas—have a nice life. G - - Am - - C - - D - - ad infinitum When I finished reading I sat back and choked up my eggnog That suit-renting kid-scaring poser’s got nothing on me My babe must have unresolved issues with her own Father Christmas To leave me for him on that whim she left under the tree I think there is something organically evil about her To fall for a shopping mall Santa just doesn’t seem right Now I can’t help but drinking and thinking my bourbons half empty Hallelujah noel, all to hell a goodnight Hallelujah noel, all to hell a goodnight Hallelujah noel, all to hell a goodnight Bum bum bum, ba ba ba bum (joyful bell sounds) She gave me the heave ho ho ho Heave ho ho ho Heave ho ho ho Christmas Day…. She gave me the heave ho ho ho Heave ho ho ho Heave ho ho ho Christmas Day…. Wenceslas G---D---C---G--The words to the carol "Good King Wenceslas" were written by John Mason Neale and published in 1853, the music originates in Finland 300 years earlier. This Christmas carol is unusual as there is no reference in the lyrics to the nativity. Good King Wenceslas was the king of Bohemia in the 10th century. Good King Wenceslas was a Catholic and was martyred following his assassination by his brother Boleslaw and his supporters, his Saint's Day is September 28th, and he is the Patron Saint of the Czech Republic. St. Stephen's feast day was celebrated on 26th December which is why this song is sung as a Christmas carol. G Good King Wences G las looked out C On the feast of G Stephen G When the snow lay G round about C Deep and crisp and G even G Brightly shone the D moon that night C Though the frost was G cruel G When a poor man D came in sight D Gath'ring winter C fuC ooh 1. The song has been covered by Manfred Mann's Earth Band, released on their 1996 studio album Soft Vengeance. Jimmy Lafave recorded the song on his 1992 live record "Austin Skyline". The song has also been covered by jazz singer Cassandra Wilson on "Belly of the Sun". Soul Flower Union as 嵐からの隠れ家 (Arashi kara no kakurega) covered the song on their 2002 studio album Love ± Zero. In 2006, English singer, songwriter Steve Adey reinterpreted the song, slowing it down to funeral pace. Adey's version made the Times top songs of 2006[1]. G 'Twas in another D lifetime, C one of toil and G blood When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." "Hither, page, and stand by me If thou know'st it, telling Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?" "Sire, he lives a good league hence Underneath the mountain Right against the forest fence By Saint Agnes' fountain." 10. "Shelter from the Storm" is a song by Bob Dylan, released on his 15th studio album Blood on the Tracks in 1975. The song also appears on two live albums by Bob Dylan -- "Hard Rain" in 1976 and "At Budokan" in 1978. An alternate version of the song is featured in the original soundtrack Jerry Maguire (1996). Further appearances are in the Alias episode Trust Me, the Criminal Minds episode The Instincts, and the FlashForward episode Believe. G el D - - - C - - - G - - - Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine. If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." "Bring me flesh and bring me wine Bring me pine logs hither Thou and I will see him dine When we bear him thither." Page and monarch forth they went Forth they went together Through the rude wind's wild lament And the bitter weather 4. I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail, Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." "Sire, the night is darker now And the wind blows stronger Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer." "Mark my footsteps, my good page Tread thou in them boldly Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." 7a. Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts 3b. Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." In his master's steps he trod Where the snow lay dinted Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed Therefore, Christian men, be sure Wealth or rank possessing Ye who now will bless the poor Shall yourselves find blessing 2. And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Fairytale of New York Pogues S. MacGowan J Finer G/D D G/D Asus4/E D G/D D G It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank D G/A A D An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song G D The Rare Old Mountain Dew And I turned my face away G Asus4/E D G/A And dreamed about you G/A D G Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one D G/A A I've got a feeling This year's for me and you D G So happy Christmas I love you baby D G Asus4/E D I can see a better time When all our dreams come true G/D D G/D Asus4 /faster now/ D They've got cars A Big as bars Bm G They've got rivers of gold D But the wind goes right through you A It's no place for the old D Bm When you first took my hand D G On a cold Christmas Eve D You promised me A D Broadway was waiting for me D You were handsome You were pretty A Queen of New York City D G When the band finished playing A D They howled out for more D Sinatra was swinging A All the drunks they were singing D G We kissed on the corner A D Then danced through the night D A D G A D G Bm A The boys of the NYPD choir D Bm Were singing 'Galway Bay' D G And the bells were ringing A D A Bm G Out for Christmas day D A D Bm D G D You're a bum D You're a punk A You're an old slut on junk D G A Living there almost dead on a drip D In that bed D You scum bag You maggot A You cheap lousy faggot D G Happy Christmas your arse A I pray God D A D It's our last A D I could have been someone G So could anyone D You took my dreams A From me when I first found you D I kept them with me babe G I put them with my own D Can't make it all alone G A D I've built my dreams around you G/D G/A Asus4/E - xx0433 - x05433 - xx2233 or 575785 D A D Em - - - G - - - Am - - - C - - You and me and the Baltic Pu-239 pixie dust A world full of weight and of water Whatever happened to us? Drip Drop the water Down like the dew a plus and a minus zero, one, two sometimes it's hard to stay neutral Swallow, Grouse, and Gunnerside Tronstad and Telemark Knut Haukelid, alias "Bonzo" Lake Tinnsjø¸ in the dark Drip Drop the water Different speeds A wave and an orbit one, two, three Heavy Water sometimes it's okay to be brutal sometimes you gotta be brutal sometimes the world can be brutal sometimes love can be brutal Riding delirium ferries Heavy water filling the cup And the weight all drifts to the bottom When the keel of the Hydro blows up Drip Drop the water out on the shore dark and heavy in Norway two, twenty, forty-four You and me and the Baltic Pu-239 pixie dust A world full of weight and of water Whatever happened to us? A Pair of Brown Eyes Pogues S. MacGowan G Am C One summer evening drunk to hell I sat there nearly lifeless G C Am An old man in the corner sang where the waterlilies grow G Am C And on the jukebox Johnny sang about a thing called love G Am and it's how are you kid C G and what's your name C Am and how would you bloody know? In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky I lay down on the ground And the arms and legs of other men Were scattered all around Some cursed some prayed some prayed then cursed Then prayed and bled some more And the only thing that I could see G Am C G Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me G Am C G But when we got back labelled parts one to three G Am C G There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me G Am C G And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go G Am C G And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go G Am C G And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go C Am For a pair of brown eyes C D G For a pair of brown eyes Inst |C |C Am|C |C Am|| I looked at him he looked at me all I could do was hate him While Ray and Philomena sang of my elusive dream I saw the streams the rolling hills where his brown eyes were waiting And I thought about a pair of brown eyes that waited once for me So drunk to hell I left the place sometimes crawling sometimes walking A hungry sound came across the breeze so I gave the walls a talking And I heard the sounds of long ago from the old canal And the birds were whistling in the trees where the wind was gently laughing Chorus Inst |C |C Am|C |C Am|| Chorus Outro |G Am C G|G Am C G|G Am C G|C Am |C D G|C G Am7 G|| Small Town Girl (in funky Ab by keech) Six o'clock every morning, I pick the clothes up off the floor. Leave his breakfast on the table, drag myself toward the door. One time over the bridge before sun-up, working hard for the jack. One time over the bridge after sundown, drag my tired ass back. Little river keep rolling rolling all the way to the big ol' sea. I'm a modern girl... Has your SMALL TOWN got enough for a girl like me? Sun comes up on this small town, but it don't warm up a thing Sun goes down in the evening, I'm waiting for the phone to ring I can see both ends of this road I'm on when I step outside the gate Still got time and money to blow this town, how long am I s'posed to wait? The highway keep on rolling, far as the eye can see. I'm a modern girl... Has your SMALL TOWN got enough for a girl like me? I seen twenty years of winters round here, and every one gets a little more cruel. Mama and daddy walked these same old streets, and grandparents went to school. The world outside might be big and wide, but sometimes it feels like a game. They told my papa he was going somewhere, will I tell my boy the same? Little river keep rolling rolling all the way to the big ol' sea. I'm a modern girl... Has your SMALL TOWN got enough for a girl like me? Carmen the Kebab Girl C G Am G 4x C G Am G You were talking about something C G Am G But I couldn't pay attention Am Am Because standing right behind you... right behind you C G Am G Was Carmen Carmen the Kebab Girl Carmen C G Am G Am F G Origin Kebab Kiosk bandanna on her head Oh, Carmen Carmen my kebab girl Carmen She said she'd give some to me, but she skipped town instead But for just a moment In that far off fortune found me foreign country And just like lightning there before me... right there before me There was Carmen Carmen the Kebab Girl Carmen She promised the kebab bandanna from her silver hair Oh, Carmen Carmen my sweet kebab girl Carmen I came back every afternoon but she was never there. she was never there. Bm D E Nothing like the agony to know she'd come and gone Bm D E Turning off of Queen Street to the side road she was on. Bm D Nothing like another long Brisbane night Bm D E Waking up to a bandannaless dawn. I keep on hoping as I wander She'll be out there and I'll find her She abandoned me down under..... she abandoned me down under. Carmen Carmen the Kebab Girl Carmen She's living in her van from farm to farm and job to job Oh, Carmen Carmen my sweet kebab girl Carmen She's out picking fruit and I'm left crying in my Carmenless kebab crying in my Carmenless kebab Carmen Carmen Carmen Carmen Carmen Carmen Carmen Carmen Carmen Twelve Jugs of Coffee (in A) I'm a hot cup of coffee, bottomless and deep. And it's hard to resist me when you're trying not to sleep. And you're halfway to jersey and the man you left behind... He's haunting your memory, and you've almost lost your mind. When the hum of the engine and your wheels upon the ground And the howl of the night rush in when you roll your window down And your head it can't take it, and your eyes begin to drop And you hope you can make it to my all-night coffee shoppe In the heat of the moment, it doesn't seem that far But you have to remember exactly where you are It's a haul, and the next place to rest your heavy load Is a hundred and fifty miles down the road Put your hat on the mantel and sit down for a sip Put your hand on my handle and press me to your lips I got honey and sugar – as much as you can take And there's a whole nother pot right here for keeping you awake On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a partridge in a pear tree On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me three French hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree. On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me five golden rings... four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree. On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me twelve drummers drumming, eleven pipers piping, ten lords a-leaping, nine ladies dancing eight maids a-milking, seven swans a swimming, six geese a-laying five golden rings... four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree. coffee break I wake up with the stars out, good book in my hand. Sun rise down the Red Dot on the shores of the Rio Grande. She come from Colorado snowmelt in the hills She flow down through the gorge up north, down south we drink our fill. And you can be my water jug, I'll carry you around. You can be my water jug and I will drink you down. She slake my thirsty desert, and I live off the land Take a sip in the summertime, and I think you'll understand She make all the colors brighten, she wash away the grey I wake up with the stars out just so she can start my day. And you can be my water jug, I'll pray the lord my jug to keep. You can be my water jug, and I will drink you deep. And you can be my water jug, I'll carry you around. You can be my water jug and I will drink you down. This world's so sweet and juicy, but sometimes my mouth run dry. I misperceive what I'm thirsting for as the miracles pass by. Be my source to catch the water – Be my vessel for the light. Cuz it's a big big world, I'm a small small man, and I want to drink it right. You can be my water jug, I'll keep you with me all the time. You can be my water jug, I'll drink you down like holy wine. And you can be my water jug, I'll pray the lord my jug to keep. You can be my water jug, and I will drink you deep. And you can be my water jug, I'll carry you around. You can be my water jug and I will drink you down.
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