Bringing It All Back Home (album) by Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan - Bringing It All Back Home
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Subtarrenean Homesick Blues
She Belongs To Me
Maggie's Farm
Love Minus Zero/No Limit
Outlaw Blues
On The Road Again
Bob Dylan's 115th Dream
Mr. Tambourine Man
Gates Of Eden
It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
*All words and music by Bob Dylan
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Subtarrenean Homesick Blues
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There's an electric and an acoustic guitar. The acoustic guitar plays in the
key of A (it sounds best if you use a capo).
Capo: 5th fret
*Intro:
Acoustic guitar playes the "A" chord
Electric playes something like that:
W E E Q Q Q E Q E E Q E
|16b17----------||11b12--9----------|--------------------|
|---------------||----------12--10--|8-10--12b13--10--10-|
|---------------||------------------|--------------------| (2x)
|---------------||------------------|--------------------|
|---------------||------------------|--------------------|
|---------------||------------------|--------------------|
*Verse:
Acoustic guitar playes open chords
Electric guitar playes interwaving bar chords
E
Johnny's in the basement, mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement, thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off
A
Look out kid, it's somethin' you did
E
God knows when but you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way, lookin' for a new friend
B
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
E
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway, maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May, orders from the D. A.
Look out kid, don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes, don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those, that carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well, hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell, if anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred, get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail
Look out kid, you're gonna get hit
By losers, cheaters, six-time users
Hangin' 'round the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool, lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters
Ah get born, keep warms, short pant romance
Learn to dance, get dressed, get blessed, try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts, don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
Look out kid, they keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals, try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum, you better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles
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She Belongs To Me
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Capo: 2nd fret
The Intro is so easy! Just hit the E Bass once and that's it. Just continue
to play the chords and you got it right.
G
She's got everything she needs,
C G Gsus4 G
She's an artist, she don't look back.
C
She's got everything she needs,
G Gsus4 G
She's an artist, she don't look back.
A
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
C G Gsus4 G
And paint the daytime black.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.
She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She's nobody's child,
The Law can't touch her at all.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She's a hypnotist collector,
You are a walking antique.
Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, give her a drum.
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Maggie's Farm
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This song is tricky to play on an acoustic guitar. Bobby's guitar is almost
impossible to hear on the album, and it plays 80% of the song the same chord.
But that one chord (E) is never played the same way twice. Sometimes it's an
Em, sometimes it's an E7 or something else. Always change the chord a bit,
while you strum - in this case there's no wrong or right.
C#m: x46654
Capo: 3rd fret
E
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I wake up in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
that are drivin' me insane.
C#m B
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
E
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
Well, he hands you a nickel,
He hands you a dime,
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks.
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks.
The National Guard stands around his door.
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law.
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa.
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am,
But everybody wants you
To be just like them.
They say "sing while you slave," and I just get bored.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
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Love Minus Zero/No Limit
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This Song is originally written in Dropped C tuning (tune the E-Bass String
down to C) but can be played in standard Tuning. In Standard Tuning the Chords are
the usuall way. But keep in mind to play the F as a bar chord. If you play in dropped C the
are played like this.
C: 032010 F: 033211 G: 220003
G6: 222003 G7: 223003 Dm: xx0231
Capo: 4th fret
Here are the different acoustic guitar riffs in the Song (Dropped C Tuning).
They are actually qiute difficult to play - you have to play them fast and
accurately to get it right. It will take some practice.
Riff 1: |-------------|
|-1---0-------|
|-0---0---2---|
|-2---0---3---|
|-3---2---3---|
|-0---2---0---|
Chords: C G F
Riff 2: |-------------|
|-----0---1---|
|-2---0---0---|
|-3---0---2---|
|-3---2---3---|
|-0---2---0---|
Chords: F G C
Riff 3: |-1--1--0------1----|
|-1--1--1--0---1--1-|
|-2--2--0--0---2--0-|
|-3--3--2--0---3--2-|
|-3--3--3--2---3--3-|
|-0--0--0--2---0--0-|
Chords: F F C G F C
Intro: C G C G
C Riff 1 F
My love she speaks like silence,
F C Riff 1 F
Without ideals or violence,
F C
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Dm F G G6 G7
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
C Riff 1 F
People carry roses,
C Riff 1 F
And make promises by the hours,
C
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Dm Riff 3
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
Outro: Riff 1 Riff 2 repeat to fade
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Outlaw Blues
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The chords are played like this (NOT! in shuffle style)
E: A |2-2-4-4-5-5-4-4|
E |0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0|
A: D |2-2-4-4-5-5-4-4|
A |0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0|
The B chord can just be strummed
E
E
Ain't it hard to stumble
And land in some funny lagoon?
A
Ain't it hard to stumble
E
And land in some muddy lagoon?
B
Especially when it's nine below zero
(n.c.) E
And three o'clock in the afternoon.
Ain't gonna hang no picture,
Ain't gonna hang no picture frame.
Ain't gonna hang no picture,
Ain't gonna hang no picture frame.
Well, I might look like Robert Ford
But I feel just like a Jesse James.
Well, I wish I was on some
Australian mountain range.
Oh, I wish I was on some
Australian mountain range.
I got no reason to be there, but I
Imagine it would be some kind of change.
I got my dark sunglasses,
I got for good luck my black tooth.
I got my dark sunglasses,
I'm carryin' for good luck my black tooth.
Don't ask me nothin' about nothin',
I just might tell you the truth.
I got a woman in Jackson,
I ain't gonna say her name.
I got a woman in Jackson,
I ain't gonna say her name.
She's a brown-skin woman,
but I love her just the same.
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On The Road Again
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Chord are played like this (NOT! in shuffle style)
A: D |2-2-4-2|
A |0-0-0-0|
D: G |2-2-4-2|
D |0-0-0-0|
E: A |2-2-4-2|
E |0-0-0-0|
A
A
Well, I wake up in the morning
There's frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's hidin'
Inside the icebox
D
Your daddy walks in wearin'
A
A Napoleon Bonaparte mask
E
Then you ask why I don't live here
(n.c) A
Honey, do you have to ask?
Well, I go to pet your monkey
I get a face full of claws
I ask who's in the fireplace
And you tell me Santa Claus
The milkman comes in
He's wearing a derby hat
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
Well, I asked for something to eat
I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed
And a dirty hot dog
I've got a hole
Where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I gotta think you're really weird.
Your grandpa's cane
It turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures
That are pasted on a board
Everything inside my pockets
Your uncle steals
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I can't believe that you're for real.
Well, there's fist fights in the kitchen
They're enough to make me cry
The mailman comes in
Even he's gotta take a side
Even the butler
He's got something to prove
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you don't move?
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Bob Dylan's 115th Dream
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G
G
I was riding on the Mayflower
When I thought I spied some land
I yelled for Captain Arab
I have yuh understand
C
Who came running to the deck
Said, "Boys, forget the whale
G
Look on over yonder
Cut the engine, change the sail
D
Haul on the bowline"
We sang that melody
G
Like all tough sailors do
When they are far away at sea
"I think I'll call it America"
I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand
Captain Arab he started
Writing up some deeds
He said, "Let's set up a fort
And start buying the place with beads"
Just then this cop comes down the street
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons
Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by a Guernsey cow
Who directed me down
To the Bowery slums
Where people carried signs around
Saying, "Ban the bums"
I jumped right into line
Sayin', "I hope that I'm not late"
When I realized I hadn't eaten
For five days straight
I went into a restaurant
Lookin' for the cook
I told them I was the editor
Of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome
He wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said
"Could you please make that crepe"
Just then the whole kitchen exploded
From boilin' fat
Food was flying everywhere
And I left without my hat
Now, I didn't mean to be nosy
But I went into a bank
To get some bail for Arab
And all the boys back in the tank
They asked me for some collateral
And I pulled down my pants
They threw me in the alley
When up comes this girl from France
Who invited me to her house
I went, but she had a friend
Who knocked me out
And robbed my boots
And I was on the street again
Well, I rapped upon a house
With the U.S. flag upon display
I said, "Could you help me out
I got some friends down the way"
The man says, "Get out of here
I'll tear you limb from limb"
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"
He said, "You're not Him
Get out of here before I break your bones
I ain't your pop"
I decided to have him arrested
And I went looking for a cop
I ran right outside
And I hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door
This Englishman said, "Fab"
As he saw me leap a hot dog stand
And a chariot that stood
Parked across from a building
Advertising brotherhood
I ran right through the front door
Like a hobo sailor does
But it was just a funeral parlor
And the man asked me who I was
I repeated that my friends
Were all in jail, with a sigh
He gave me his card
He said, "Call me if they die"
I shook his hand and said goodbye
Ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road
And knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringing
It just about blew my mind
When I picked it up and said hello
This foot came through the line
Well, by this time I was fed up
At tryin' to make a stab
At bringin' back any help
For my friends and Captain Arab
I decided to nip a coin
Like either heads or tails
Would let me know if I should go
Back to ship or back to jail
So I hocked my sailor suit
And I got a coin to flip
It came up tails
It rhymed with sails
So I made it back to the ship
Well, I got back and took
The parkin' ticket off the mast
I was ripping it to shreds
When this coastguard boat went past
They asked me my name
And I said, "Captain Kidd"
They believed me but
They wanted to know
What exactly that I did
I said for the Pope of Eruke
I was employed
They let me go right away
They were very paranoid
Well, the last I heard of Arab
He was stuck on a whale
That was married to the deputy
Sheriff of the jail
But the funniest thing was
When I was leavin' the bay
I saw three ships a-sailin'
They were all heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was
And how come he didn't drive a truck
He said his name was Columbus
I just said, "Good luck."
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Mr. Tambourine Man
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Capo: 3rd
Intro: D D Dsus2 D (played two times)
G A D G
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
D G A Asus4 A Asus2 A
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
G A D G
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
D G A D Dsus4 D Dsus2 D
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
G A D G
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
D G
Vanished from my hand,
D G A Asus4 A Asus2 A
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
G A D G
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
D G
I have no one to meet
D G A Asus4 A Asus2 A
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
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,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
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,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
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,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
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Gates Of Eden
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G
G Dm
Of war and peace the truth just twists
F C G Gsus4 G
Its curfew gull it glides
G Dm
Upon four-legged forest clouds
F C G Gsus4 G
The cowboy angel rides
G Bm Am G
With his candle lit into the sun
Bm Am C D
Though its glow is waxed in black
G Bm Am G Gsus4
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden
With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
The motorcycle black madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of Experience
In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
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It's Alright, Ma(I'm Only Bleeding)
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Note: I did't tab this one. It was tabbed by cookster213. I tried to figure
the song out myself, when I just stumbled over his tab, which was 100% correct. Since
tab wasn't copyrighted i just took it. I don't mean to
hurt his pride so I better admit it right away - I stole it. All credits for
this tab belong to cookster213!!!
Double Drop D tuning D A D G B D
Capo on 2nd fret
Chords:
D: 000230
F/D: 000213
G/D: 000435
G/B: x20030
Csus2: x30030
Gm/Bb: x10030
A: x0222x
4/4
D F/D G/D F/D
D|-0---0---0-0-0---3--/5-----3-3---|
B|-3---3---3-3-3---1--/3-----1-1---|
G|-2---2---2-2-2---2--/4-----2-2---|(play twice more)
D|-0---0---0-0-0---0---0-----0-0---|
A|-0---0---0-0-0---0---0-----0-0---|
D|-0---0---0-0-0---0---0-----0-0---|
| 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - |
D Csu2 D Csu2 D
D|-0---0---0-0-0---0---0-0-0-0-0-0-|---------------------0-0-0-0-0---|
B|-3---3---3-3-3---3---3-3-3-3-3-3-|---------------------3-3-3-3-3---|
G|-2---2---2-2-0---2---2-2-2-2-2-2-|---------------------2-2-2-2-0---|(D for 1 bar)
D|-0---0---0-0-0---0---0-0-0-0-0-0-|-3---0---------------0-0-0-0-0---|
A|-0---0---0-0-3---0---0-0-0-0-0-0-|---------3-0---------0-0-0-0-3---|
D|-0---0---0-0-0---0---0-0-0-0-0-0-|-------------3---0---0-0-0-0-0---|
| 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - | 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - |
Verse sequence:
G/B
Darkness at the break of noon
D
Shadows even the silver spoon
Csus2
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
G/B
Eclipses both the sun and moon
Gm/Bb
To understand you know to soon there is no sense in
D
trying
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.
Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.
Chorus sequence:
D A
So don't fear if you hear
D G/B
A foreign sound to your ear
D A G/B A D
It's al right ma I'm only sighing
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.
Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.
But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
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It's All Over Now Baby Blue
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Capo: 4th fret
C
G F C
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
G F C
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Dm F C
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Dm F C
Crying like a fire in the sun.
E F G
Look out the saints are comin' through
Dm F C
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
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