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Pussy Willow Tom: Am Intro: Am, F, G
Verse 1:
Am F G D Am
In the half-tone light of a young morning
C D E
she sighs and shifts on the pillow.
F G D F
And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly
G Am
to kiss the Pussy Willow.
Verse 2:
Am F G D Am
In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing
C D E
in a sad voice nobody hears.
F G D F
She waits in her castle of make-believing
G Am
for her white knight to appear.
Chorus 1:
Am C G Pussy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue Am F G brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. Am G Runs for the train --- see, eight o'clock's coming F G D cutting dreams down to size again.
Rest of song half step up
Chorus 2:
A#m C# G# Pussy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue A#m F# G# brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. A#m G# Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming F# G# D# cutting dreams down to size again.
Verse 3:
F# G# D# A#m She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing C# D# F an apartment in old Mayfair. F# G# D# F# Or to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Spring G# A#m or to die for a cause somewhere.
Chorus 3:
A#m C# G# Pussy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue A#m F# G# brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. A#m G# Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming F# G# D# cutting dreams down to size again.
Outro: A#m F# G# Pussy Willow--- ah, ah--- ah repeat 3x, then fade out
Orion Tom: F#m
F#m D F#m E-> Orion, won't you give me your star sign F#m D F#m E-> Orion, get up on the sky-line F#m D F#m E-> Orion, I'm high on my hill and I feel fine F#m D F#m-->E..... Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
Am F G Am Orion, light your lights: come guard the open spaces F G Am F G from the black horizon to the pillow where I lie. F F G E Am Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master F G Am F G Your jewelled sword twinkles as the world rolls by.
Am F C C/B Am So come up singing above the cloudy cover F G Am F G Stare through at people who toss fitful in their sleep. F F G E Am I know you're watching as the old gent by the station F G Am F G Am E scuffs his toes on old fag packets lying in the street
F#m D F#m E-> Orion, won't you give me your star sign F#m D F#m E-> Orion, get up on the sky-line F#m D F#m E-> Orion, I'm high on my hill and I feel fine F#m D F#m-->E..... Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
[Rest the same]
And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro. Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street, their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea. Prime years fly fading with each young heart's beat
Orion, won't you make me a star sign Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on your love and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus-stops after sad parties: no-one to take them home to greasy bed-sitters and make a late-night play for lost virginity a thou - sand - miles --- a - way.
[Last CHORUS: add two lines below]
Orion, won't you make me a star sign
Orion, get up on the sky-line
I'm high on your love and I feel fine
Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
F#m D F#m
Love is the sky-line
F#m
Orion
Slow Marching Band Tom: D Intro: G B7 Em Em /// (hard fast strikes) G-C-D G D G B7 Em Em /// G-C A D D, A D D, A D D, A G...D->
VERSE 1
D C D
Would you join a slow marching band?
F#m G
And take pleasure in your leaving
D Bm A A
as the ferry sails and tears are dried
G Em G
and cows come home at evening.
VERSE 2
D C D
Could you get behind a slow marching band?
F#m G
And join together in the passing
D Bm A A
of all we shared through yesterdays
G Em G
in sorrows neverlasting.
BRIDGE
G D
Take a hand and take a bow.
C G Bm
You played for me; that's all for now,
Em G D
oh, and never mind the words
G-D Em Am C
just hum along and keep on going.
CHORUS
C D Em ///
Walk on slowly -
G C D D D-Dsus4-D
don't look behind you.
C D G Em
Don't say goodbye, love.
G C D
I won't remind you.
VERSE 3
D C D
Dream of me as the nights draw cold
F#m G
still marking time through Winter.
D Bm A A
You paid the piper and called the tune
Bm G Em A A-A
and you marched the band aw - ay.
BRIDGE
G D
Take a hand and take a bow.
C G Bm
You played for me; that's all for now,
Em G D
oh, and never mind the words
G-D Em Am C
just hum along and keep on going.
CHORUS
C D Em ///
Walk on slowly -
G C D D D-Dsus4-D
don't look behind you.
C D G Em
Don't say goodbye, love.
G C D D
I won't remind you.
REPEAT CHORUS
C D Em ///
Walk on slowly -
G C D D D-Dsus4-D
don't look behind you.
C D G Em
Don't say goodbye, love.
G C D D
I won't remind you.
C D D
remind you.
C D D
remind you....
[inst] C G D....
We Used To Know Tom: Em
Em B
Whenever I get to feel this way,
D A
Try to find new words to say,
C G F#
I think about the bad old days
B
We used to know.
Nights of winter turn me cold -- Fears of dying, getting old. We ran the race and the race was won By running slowly.
Could be soon well cease to sound, Slowly upstairs, faster down. Then to revisit stony grounds, We used to know.
Remembering mornings, shillings spent, Made no sense to leave the bed. The bad old days they came and went Giving way to fruitful years.
Saving up the birds in hand While in the bush the others land. Take what we can before the man Says its time to go.
Each to his own way Ill go mine. Best of luck in what you find. But for your own sake remember times We used to know.
Look Into The Sun Tom: A Intro: A Asus4 G
A Asus4 A* A E C A
Took a sad song of one sweet evening
E C D A
I smiled and quickly turned away
A Asus4 A* A E C A
It's not easy singing sad songs
E C D A
But still the easiest way I have to say
A G D A
So when you look into the sun
A G D A
And see the things we haven’t done
A G D A
Oh was it better then to run
A G A A*
Than to spend the summer crying
G A G* A
Now summer cannot come anyway
A Asus4 A* A E C A
I had waited for time to change her
E C D A
The only change that came was over me
A Asus4 A* A E C A
She pretended not to want love
E C D A
I hope she was only fooling me
A G D A
So when you look into the sun
A G D A
Look for the pleasures nearly won
A G D A
Or was it better then to run
A G A A*
Than to spend the summer singing
G A G* A
And summer could have come in a day
So if you hear my sad song singing Remember who and what you nearly had. Its not easy singing sad songs When you can sing the song to make me glad. So when you look into the sun And see the words you could have sung: Its not too late, only begun, We can still make summer. Yes, summer always comes anyway.
Love Story Tom: A Intro: G5 A5 C5 D5
A5 C5 D5 A5
Going back in the morning time to see if my love
C5 D5 A5
has changed her mind, yeah.
D Dm
I know what I will find
D
that she is wasting time,
Dm
she could be picking roses.
(rest the same) Going back in the morning time to see if my love has seen the light, yeah.
Oh, I told her last night she should improve her sight, she could be painting the roof. Going back in the morning time to see if my love has come around, yeah. She offered me no sound, her head is in the ground, She could be calling for winter.
Witches Promise Ton: A Intro: A(sus2) Em7(/G OPTIONAL)
A(sus2) G C(maj7) Em7/B A(sus2)
Lend me your ear while I call you a fool.
A(sus2) G C(maj7)Em7/B A(sus2)
You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood,
A(sus2) G C(maj7) Em7/B A(sus2)
and later insisted your feelings were true.
C D A C D A E
The witch's promise was coming,
A A7 G D
believing he listened while laughling you flew.
SINGLES NOTES A A G ED C# C#DE F#F# EDC# D
-
A(sus2) G C(maj7) Em7/B A(sus2)
Leaves falling red, yellow, brown, all are the same
A(sus2) G C(maj7) Em7/B A(sus2)
, and the love you have found lay outside in the rain.
A(sus2) G C(maj7) Em7/B A(sus2)
Washed clean by the water but nursing its pain.
C D A C D A E
The witch's promise was coming,
A A7 G D
and you're looking elsewhere for your own selfish gain.
SINGLES NOTES A A G ED C# C#DE F#F# EDC# D
ORCHESTRA
A A(sus2) G G(sus2)
G D A
Keep looking, keep looking for somewhere to be,
G D A
well, you're wasting your time, they're not stupid like he is.
G D A
Meanwhile leaves are still falling, you're too blind to see.
NO CHORDS
You won't find it easy now,
C(maj7) Em7/B A(sus2)
it's only fair.
A(sus2) G C(maj7) Em7/B A(sus2)
He was willing to give to you, you didn't care.
A(sus2) G C(maj7)Em7/B A(sus2)
You're waiting for more but you've already had your share.
C D A C D A E
The witch's promise is turning,
A A7 G D
so don't you wait up for him, he's going to be late.
SINGLES NOTES A A G ED C# C#DE F#F# EDC# D
ORCHESTRA A A(sus2) G G(sus2) ENDING
Mother Goose Tom: D
[D]As I did walk by Hampstead Faire I came upon [G]Mo[F]ther [G]Goose so I [G]turned [F]her [G]loose she was [D] screaming [D]And a foreign student said to me Was it [G]rea[F]lly [G]true there are elephants and [G]lio[F]ns [G]too in Picadilly [D]Circus
[G]Walked down by the [Em]bathing pond to [C]try and catch some su[G]n [D] Saw at least a [G]hundred school girls [Em]sobbing into[C]Hankerchiefs as on[G]e [D] I [F]don't believe they knew I was a [D]schoolboy
[D]And the bearded lady said to me If you start your [G]ravi[F]ng [G]and your [G]misbe[F]havi[G]ng you'll be [D]sorry [D]Then the chicken fancy came to play With his [G]long [F] red[G] beard and his [G]sister [F]weird[G] she drives a [D]lorry (hmm)
[G]Back down by the [Em]putting green I[C] popped them in their[G] holes [D] Four and twenty[G]laborers were [Em]laboring and digging up Their go[G]ld [D] I [F]don't believe they knew that I was Long [D]John Silver
[D]Saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds In his [G]jet bl[F]ack m[G]ac which he w[G]on't[F] give b[G]ack Stole it from a[D] snowman [D]As I did walk by Hampstead Faire I came upon [G]Moth[F]er [G]Goose so I[G]turned her loose she Was [D]screaming
[G]Walked down by the[E] bathing pond to [C]try and catch some s[G]un[D] Saw at least a [G]hundred school girls[Em] sobbing into[C]Hankerchiefs as on[G]e[D] I[F] don't believe they knew I was a[D] schoolboy.
Outro [D] & [D] Variations
Skating Away Tom: C
Me[C]an while ba[G]ck in the ye[F]ar o[A]ne,
[C]When you belon[G]ged to n[F]o o[A]ne.
[C]You didnt st[G]and a ch[F]ance,s[A]on,
[C]If your pl[G]ans were u[F]ndo[D]ne.
[D] [Dsus4] [D]
[G]Cause you were [D]bred for huma[G]nity and so[D]ld to soc[G]iety, One day you'll wa[D]ke up in the pr[G]esent day, A m[Bb]illion generations removed from expectations [D]Of being who you re[G]ally want to b[A]e.
Ska[G]ting awa[D]y, ska[G]ting awa[D]y, ska[G]ting awa[D]y, On the thin i[G]ce of the new da[C]y, ay e ay ay a[G]y ! Ay[C] ay ay a[D]y !
[G]So as you push off from the sho[D]re, won't you turn your head once mo[A]re, and make your peace with
every[D]one. [G]For those who choose to st[D]ay, will live just one more d[A]ay, to do the things they should've d[D]one. [G]And as you cross the w[Em]ilderness, susp[A]ended in your e[G]mptiness, you feel you ha[D]ve to pray.
[G]Looking for a sign that the u[F]niversal minds [D]That's written you into their passion pl[A]ay. CHORUS
[G]And as you cross the circle li[D]ne while the ice world sheets behi[A]nd, you're a rabbit on the r[D]un. [G]And the silver splinters fl[D]y in the corner of your e[A]ye
shining in the setting s[D]un Well, do you e[G]ver get the fe[Em]eling that the st[A]ories do their reeling, in the pre[D]sent tense. Or that ev[G]erybody's on the stage, a[F]nd it seems like you're the only,[D]person sitting i[G]n the audi[A]ence.
CHORUS +
Ska[G]ting aw[D]ay, ska[G]ting aw[D]ay, ska[G]ting aw[D]ay.
Broadford Bazaar Tom: Am Intro:Am G Em D D Dsus2 D D5 D
(Em) (D) (Bm) (A)
Dirty white caravans down narrow roads, sailing.
Am G Em D D Dsus2 D D5 D
(Em) (D) (Bm) (A)
Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake.
Am G C
(Em) (D) (G)
With hot, red-faced drivers, horns, flattened fists,
D D Dsus2 D D5 D
(A)
wailing,
G G/F C D
(D) (D/E) (G) (A)
b-|--------3--------3-----------------0--------2-----
F#|--------0--------0-----------------1--------3-----
D-|--------0--------0-----------------0--------2-----
A-|--------0--------0-----------------2--------0-----
E-|--------2--------2-----------------3--------------
B-|--------3--------1--------------------------------
Putting trust in blind corners as they overtake.
G D
And it's "All come willing now,
C G
Spend a shilling now,
G C Em D
Stack up the back of your new motor-car."
G C G Em
There's home-dyed woolens, and wee plaster Cullins.
C D E Esus4 E
The day of the Broadford Bazaar.
Am G Em D Dsus2 D D5 D
Out of the north, no oil-rigs are drifting.
Am G Em D Dsus2 D D5 D
And jobs for the many are down to the few.
Am G C D
Blue-bottled choppers, they visit no longer.
G G/F C D
Like flies to the jampots, they were just passing through.
G D
And it's "All come willing now,
C G
Spend a shilling now,
G C Em D
Stack up the back of your new motor-car"
G C
Where once stood oil-rigs so phallic
G Em
There's only swear-words in Gaelic
C D E Esus4 E
To say at the Broadford bazaar.
Am G Em D Dsus2 D D5 D
All kinds of people come down for the opening.
Am G Em D Dsus2 D D5 D
Crofters and cotters, white-settlers galore.
Am G C D
And up on the hill, there's an old sheep that's dying,
G G/F C D
But it had two new lambs born just a fortnight before.
G D
And it's "All come willing now,
C G
Spend a shilling now,
G C Em D
Stack up the back of your new motor-car."
G C
They'll take pounds, francs and dollars from the well-heeled,
G Em
And stamps from the Green Shield.
C D E Esus4 E
The day of the Broadford Bazaar.
Aqualung Tom: Em
Em D A Sun streaking cold an old man wandring lonely, Am Em D taking time the only way he knows. Em D A Legs hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end . Am Em D He goes down to the bog and warms his feet.
Em D A
Feeling alone the army's up the road,
Am Em D
salvation a la mode and a cup of tea.
Em D A
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy.
Am Em F
You poor old sod see it's only me.
Em D Em
Do you still remember Decembers foggy freeze
D
when the ice that clings onto your beard
Em
was screaming agony?
D Em
And your ratling last breaths with deepseadiver sounds
Am D
and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
Too old to rock ‘n’ roll, too young to die Tom: C Intro: Cm - G# - F - F#m - D# - C# - F - G
C F C - G C - Bb - Am
1. The old Rocker wore his hair too lo………...ng,
Dm G
wore his trouser cuffs too tight,
C F C - G C - Bb - Am
unfashionable to the e………….nd,
Dm G
drank his ale too light.
G C G - D G - F - Em
Death's head belt buckle, yesterday's drea…..ms,
- Am D
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
G C G - D G F - Em
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his
Am D
post-war-babe gloom.
Eb F Bb C - C7 - F Bb - F - Eb
Now he's too o .………ld to rock 'n' ro……..…ll,
A Dm
but he's too young to die.
Eb F Bb C - C7 - F Bb - F - Eb
Yes he's too o…..……ld to rock 'n' ro….…..…ll,
Bb F - G
but he's too young to die.
C F C - G C - Bb - Am
2. He once owned a Harley Davids………….on,
Dm G
and a Triumph Bonneville,
C F C - G C - Bb Am
counted his friends in burned-out spa….rk plugs,
Dm G
and prays that he always will.
G C G - D G - F - Em
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser bo……….ys,
Am D
all of his mates are doing time.
G C G - D G - F Em
Married with three kids up by the ri…..ng road
Am D
sold their souls straight down the line.
G C G - D G - F Em
And some of them own little spo…rts cars,
Am D
and meet at the tennis club do's.
G C G - D G - F - Em
For drinks on a Sunday, work on Mo……nday,
Am D
they've thrown away their blue suede shoes.
Eb F Bb C - C7 - F Bb - F - Eb
Now he's too o .………ld to rock 'n' ro……..…ll,
A Dm
but he's too young to die.
Eb F Bb C - C7 - F Bb - F - Eb
Yes he's too o…..……ld to rock 'n' ro….…..…ll,
Bb F
but he's too young to die.
- Cm - G# - F - F#m - D# - C# - F - G
C F C - G C - Bb - Am
3. So the old rocker gets out his bi….……..ke,
Dm G
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
C F C - G C - Bb - Am
Up on the A 1 by Scotch Co………rner ,
Dm G
just like it used to be.
G C - G - D G - F Em
And as he fli…es, tears in his e……….yes,
Am D
his wind-whipped words echo the final take.
G C G D G - F - Em
And he hits the trunk road doing around a hundred and tw…….enty,
Am D
with no room left to brake.
Eb F Bb C - C7 - F Bb - F - Eb
And he was too o .………ld to rock 'n' ro……..…ll,
A Dm
but he was too young to die.
Eb F Bb C - C7 - F Bb - F - Eb
Yes, he was too o…..……ld to rock 'n' ro….…..…ll,
Bb F
and he was too young to die.
Eb F - Bb C - C7 - F Bb - F - Eb
Now, you’re never too o .………ld to rock 'n' ro……..…ll,
- Bb F
if you’re too young to die.
Eb F - Bb C - C7 - F Bb - F - Eb
And now you’re never too o…..……ld to rock 'n' ro….…..…ll,
- - - Bb Cm - G# - F - F#m - D# - C# - F
but you’re too young to die.
Locomotive Breath
Tom: Em
Intro: Em G D Em
Em G D Em
Em Em G D Em
In the shuffling madness
Em Em G D Em
of Locomotive Breath
Em Em G D B
Runs the all-time loser
B B B D Em
Headlong to his death
Em Em G D Em
Oh He feels the pistons scraping
Em Em G D
Steam Breaking on his brow
G A
Old Charlie stole the handle
B B D Em
And the train it won't stop going no way to slow down
He sees his children jumping off At stations one by one His woman and his best friend In bed and having fun Oh he's crawling down the corridor On his hands and knees Old Charlie stole the handle And the train it won't stop going no way to slow down
He hears the silence howling Catches angels as they fall And the all-time winner Has got him by the balls Oh he picks up gideon's Bible Open at page one I thank god He stole the handle And the train it won't stop going no way to slow down...
Wond'ring aloud Tom: C Intro:[C] [D]
[C]Wond'ring [Am]aloud how we [G]feel to[D]day [C]Last night sipped the [Am]sunset my [G]hands on her [D]hair [C]We are our own [D]saviours as we [G]start both our [D]hearts beating [Em]life [G]into each [D]other [C]Wond'ring [Am]aloud will the [G]years treat us [D]well [C]As she floats in the [Am]kitchen I'm [G]tasting the [D]smell Of [C]toast as the [D]butter runs Then she [G]comes, spilling [D]crumbs on the [Em]bed [G]And I shake my [D]head And it's [Dm]only the [C]giving that [G]makes you [Em]What you [D]are
Dr. Dogenbroom Tom: Am Intro: Am G Am
Am G D A I have one foot in the graveyard and the other on the bus, Am G D A and the passengers do trample each other in the rush. Bm D C Em And the chicken hearted lawman is throwing up his fill, G D A E to see the kindly doctor to pass the superpill. F G D C D C Well, I'm going down, three cheers for Doctor Dogenbroom. F G D C D C Well, I'm on my way, three cheers for Doctor Dogenbroom.
Am G Am Em Am
Am G D A Well, I tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores, Am G D A with your eyes on each other and the locks upon your doors. Bm D C Em Well you drowned me in the fountain of life and I hated you G D A E for living while I was dying, we were all just passing through. F G D C D C Well, I'm going down, three cheers for Doctor Dogenbroom. F G D C D C Em Well, I'm on my way, three cheers for Doctor Dogenbroom.
A Song For Jeffrey Tom: G Intro: D5 flute G //C Bb harmonica
G C Bb G
Gonna lose my way tomorrow,
C Bb G
gonna give away my car.
C Bb G
I'd take you along with me,
F G
but you would not go so far.
G C Bb G
Don't see what I do not want to see,
G C Bb G
you don't hear what I don't say.
G C Bb G
Won't be what I don't want to be,
F G
I continue in my way.
F G
I´ve ceased to see where I'm goin',
F G
I´ve ceased to see where I'm goin',
F Bb F
I´ve ceased to see where I'm goin',
G
I don't want to.
C F Eb Bb G
Everyday I see the mornin' come on in the same old way.
C F Eb Bb G
I tell myself tomorrow brings me things I would not dream today.
Sanctuary Tom: Bm Intro:
Beats ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! e!-------------------------------------0----------! B!-------0-----2-----0-----------0-------2---0----! twice G!-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----------0! D!02----------------------02----------------------!(this 02 should be0h2, A!-0---0-0---0-0---0-0---0-0---0-0---0-0---0-0---0!and the 0 is very short E!------------------------------------------------! before the 2)
Bm G D A G D A Bm Bm G D A G D A Bm
Bm G D Dear uncle sold her into, into the A G D A Bm purest kind of slavery. Bm G D Hood-eyed little middlemen profited from A G D A Bm damaged goods along the way. A A G A Good angels brought her back to a last Nepal summer. A A G D Debased, hollow-faced, a smile might become her. Bm G D Now she's cosied up, cosied up and A G D A Bm comforted in the warm flush of September. A A Gone before winter. A A Wondering as to might-have-beens. A A Bb A Somebody's daughter in sanctuary, waiting.
Instrumental repeat of last part: A A A A A A Bb A
Intro repeat: Bm G D A G D A Bm
Bm G D
Seen through softer case of kindness,
A G D A Bm
far and further still away,
Bm G D
from time-warp Victorian zoos where staring
A G D A Bm
ice cream gameboys play.
A A G A
Big paws, word claws and swishing tails.
A A G D
More damaged goods in the market sails.
Bm G D
Too proud for anger, too late for
A G D A Bm
hate: resigned in dignity.
A A
Gone before winter.
A A
Purring might-have-beens.
A A Bb A
Somebody's kitten in sanctuary, waiting.
Instrumental repeat of last part: A A A A A A Bb A
Instrumental verse: Bm G D A G D A Bm Bm G D A G D A Bm A A G A A A G D Bm G D A G D A Bm
A A Gone before winter. A A Wondering as to might-have-beens. A A Bb A Somebody near you in sanctuary, waiting.
Instrumental repeat of last part, twice: A A A A A A Bb A A A A A A A Bb A
Intro, repeat...
The little flower girl
Tom: Em
Intro:
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Em D (Dsus4) Down at the church the flower girl sits.
Em A Legs innocent, apart.
Em D B (B7) I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.
Em D (Dsus4) Painted sister stopped beside.
Em A A word upon her saintly lip.
Em D B (B7) Perhaps admonishing the child inside the open slit.
Em C(maj7) D B(7) I don't know know where she might go when she runs home at night.
Em C D B It's for the best: I wouldn't rest when I turned out the light.
Am7 B7sus4 B7 Cmaj7 A No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream -
Em D B just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.