ome dues, E Getting through, G D A | Asus4 sus2 | A | Asus4 sus2 Tangled up in blue. She was married when we first met Soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam I guess But I used a little too much force We drove that car as far as we could Abandoned it out west Split up on a sad dark night Both agreeing it was best She turned around to look at me As I was walking away I heard her say over her shoulder We'll meet again some day On the avenue Tangled up in Blue I had a job in the great north woods Working as a cook for a spell But I never did like it all that much And one day the axe just fell So I drifted down to New Orleans Where I was lucky to be employed Workin' for a while on a fishing boat Right outside of Delacroix But all the while I was alone The past was close behind I seen alot of women But she never escaped my mind And I just grew Tangled up in blue She was working in topless place And I stopped in for a beer I just kept looking at the side of her face In the spotlight so clear And later on when the crowd thinned out I was just about to do the same She was standing there in back of my chair Said to me Don't I know your name I muttered something undernaeth my breath She studdied the lines on my face I must admit I felt a little uneasy When she bent down to tie the laces Of my shoe Tangled up in blue She lit a burner on the stove And offered me a pipe I thought you'd never say hello she said You look like the silent type Then open up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet >From the thirteenth century And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burning coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul >From me to you Tangled up in blue I lived with them on Montague Street In a basement down the stairs There was music in the cafes at night And revolution in the air Then he started dealing in slaves And something inside of died She had to sell everything she owned And froze up inside. And when the bottom finally feel out I became withdrawn The only thing I knew how to do Was to keep on keeping on Like a bird that flew Tangled up in blue So now I'm going on back again I got to get to her some how All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians Some are carpenters wives Don'ty know how it all got started I don't know what they're doing with their lives But me, I'm still on the road Headin' for another joint We always did feel the same We just saw it from a different point Of view Tangled up in blue. Be seeing you, Kelwyn. _________ He said that's alright babe, I love you too. But we were Tangled Up In Blue. - Bob Dylan temporar.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson) Temporary like Achilles - Bob Dylan ------------------------------------- ('Blonde on Blonde' album) G C D7 G Standing on your window, honey, Yes I've been here before. G C D7 G Feeling so harmless, I'm looking at your second door. D7 G How come you don't send me no regards ? G7 C D7 You know I want your lovin' (no chord) G Bbo7 Ao7 G D7 Honey, why are you so hard ? G C D7 G Kneeling 'neath your ceiling, Yes, I guess I'll be here for a while. G C D7 G I tryin' to read your portrait, but, I'm helpless, like a rich man's child. D7 G How come you send someone out to have me barred ? G7 C D7 You know I want your lovin' (no chord) G Bbo7 Ao7 G D7 Honey, why are you so hard ? Em Bm Like a poor fool in his prime, Yes, I know you can hear me walk, Em Bm But is your heart made of stone, or is it lime, D7 Or is it just solid rock ? G C D7 G Well, I rush into your hallway, Lean against your velvet door. G C D7 G I watch upon your scorpion Who crawls across your circus floor. D7 G Just what do you think you have to guard ? G7 C D7 You know I want your lovin' (no chord) G Bbo7 Ao7 G D7 Honey, but you're so hard. G C D7 G Chiles is in your alleyway, He don't want me here, He does brag. G C D7 G He's pointing to the sky And he's hungry like a man in drag. D7 G How come you get someone like him to be your guard ? G7 C D7 You know I want your lovin' (no chord) G Bbo7 Ao7 G D7 G7 Honey, but you're so hard. ------- Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se the_ball.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> THE BALLAD OF A THIN MAN- Bob Dylan Bm Bm/Bb You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand Bm/A Bm/G# You see somebody naked and you say "who is that man?" G Em You try so hard but you just don't understand D F# Bm Just what you will say when you get home D A Because something is happening here Bm G Bm And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones You raise up your head and you ask "is this where it is?" And somebody points to you and says "its his" And you say "what's mine?" and somebody else says "well WHAT is" And you say "oh my god - am i here all alone?" But something is happening here And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones You hand in you ticket and you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you when he hears you speak Saying "how does it feel to be such a freak?" And you say "impossible" as he hands you a bone And something is happening here But you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones Bm Bm/A You have many contacts among the lumberjacks G Bm To get you facts when someone attacks your imagination Bm Bm/A But nobody has any respect, anyway they already expect you G Em A A7 To all give a check to tax-deductable charity organizations You've been with the professors, and they all liked your looks With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks You've read all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read, its well known But something is happening here And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones Well, the swordswallower comes up to you and then he kneels He crosses himself and he clicks his high heels And without further notice he asks you how it feels And he says "here is your throat back, thanks for the loan" And you know something is happening But you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones Now you see this one-eyed midget saying the word "now" And you say "for what reason?" and he says "how?" And you say "what does this mean?" and he screams back "you're a cow! Give me some milk - or else go home!" And you KNOW somethings happening here But you dont know what it is, do you, Mister Jones Well, you walk into the room like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket and your nose on the ground There oughtta be a law against you coming around You should be made to wear earphones Cause something is happening here And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones Bm: x 2 2 4 4 3 2 Bm/Bb: x 1 2 4 4 3 2 Bm/A: x 0 2 4 4 3 2 Bm/G#: 4 2 2 4 4 3 2 NOTE: I stole the lyrics from the lyrics database, thanks. This song is perhaps not meant to be played on the guitar since itbased song, but these are the chords anyways. Maybe itmaybe not. Also, the fingering of some of the above chords may be difficult. Play only part of the chord if you can't reach the whole thing, but the important thing is to keep the bass line going down. (from Highway 61 Revisited, 1965) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) the_gate.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> THE GATES OF EDEN- Bob Dylan D C G D G D Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull it glides C G D G D Upon 4-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides A7 D G C G A With his candle lit into the sun, though its glow is waxed in black D F G D G D All except when 'neath the trees of Eden The lampost stands with folded arms, its iron claws attached To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail though it shadows metal badge All in all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden This 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 hounddogs 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 grey-flanneled dwarf to scream As he weeps to wicked birds of prey who pick up on his breadcrumbs sins And there are no sins inside the gates of Eden The kingdoms of experience in the precious winds 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 doesnt 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 (from Bringing it All Back Home, 1965) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) the_lone.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Thu, 09 Jan 1997 23:19:27 -0800 From: lisa&scott <carmfox@mail.idt.net> Subject: Chrdpro : The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll Bob Dylan The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll by Bob Dylan chordpro by Lisa (carmfox@mail.idt.net) These are just the basic chords. He walks the bass notes around during the chorus. (capo on 4th fret) E X32010 A X33211 G#m 022000 C#m7 C02010 B 320003 (6/8 time ^ZH ONE -two -three -FOUR -five -six . . . ^ZH two measures per line) E A E G#m William Zantzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll E A E G#m With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger E G#m E G#m At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'. E G#m E G#m And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him E G#m E G#m As they rode him in custody down to the station E G#m E G#m B And booked William Zantzinger for first-degree murder. A B E G#m A B E But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, A B E C#m7 Take the rag away from your face. A B E Now ain't the time for your tears. William Zantzinger, who at twenty-four years Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him And high office relations in the politics of Maryland, Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling, In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking. But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Take the rag away from your face. Now ain't the time for your tears. Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen. She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage And never sat once at the head of the table And didn't even talk to the people at the table Who just cleaned up all the food from the table And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level, Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane That sailed through the air and came down through the room, Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle. And she never done nothing to William Zantzinger. But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Take the rag away from your face. Now ain't the time for your tears. In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded And that even the nobles get properly handled Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom, Stared at the person who killed for no reason Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'. And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished, And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance, William Zantzinger with a six-month sentence. Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Bury the rag deep in your face. For now's the time for your tears. the_man_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From jfair@vt.edu Tue Oct 31 23:20:07 1995 Received: from post-office.nevada.edu (root@post-office.nevada.edu [131.216.1.11]) by mailhost.tcs.tulane.edu (8.6.12/8.5) with ESMTP id RAA37804; Tue, 31 Oct 1995 17:20:02 -0600 Received: from holodeck.cc.vt.edu (holodeck.cc.vt.edu [128.173.16.28]) by post-office.nevada.edu (8.6.12/8.6.4) with ESMTP id PAA20585 for <guitar@nevada.edu>; Tue, 31 Oct 1995 15:19:34 -0800 Message-Id: <199510312319.PAA20585@post-office.nevada.edu> Received: from as2511-26.sl015.cns.vt.edu by holodeck.cc.vt.edu with SMTP (8.6.12/16.2) id SAA18074; Tue, 31 Oct 1995 18:19:32 -0500 X-Sender: jfair@mail.vt.edu X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Version 1.4.4 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Tue, 31 Oct 1995 18:18:34 +0500 To: guitar@nevada.edu From: jfair@vt.edu (John Fair) Subject: Man In the Long Black Coat Status: RO Hi. It's been too long since my last one...... Man In the Long Black Coat Bob Dylan 3/4 time fool around in F#m F#m A E C#m F#m A E F#m F#m A E C#m Crickets are chirpin' the water is high F#m A E F#m There's a soft cotton dress? on the line hangin' dry F#m A E C#m Windows wide open African trees F#m A E F#m Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze E Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note F#m A E F#m She gone with the man in the long black coat Somebody singing hangin' around At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask If he wanted to dance he had a face like a mask Somebody said, from the Bible he quote There was dust on the man in the long black coat Preacher was talkin' there's a sermon he gave He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved You cannot depend on him to be your guide And it's you who must keep it satisfied It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat To give her heart to the man in the long black coat D A There are no mistakes in life some people say F#m E F#m And it's true sometimes you can see it that way D A People don't live or die, people just float F#m E F#m She went with the man in the long black coat There's smoke on the water its been there since June Tree trunks uprooted neath the high passing moon Feel the pulse and vibrations and the rumblin' force Somebody is out there beating on a dead horse She never said nothin', there was nothin' she wrote She went with the man in the long black coat the_migh.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From uunet!mcsun!Germany.EU.net!news.netmbx.de!mailgzrz.TU-Berlin.DE!math.fu-berlin.de!news.belwue.de!eratu.rz.uni-konstanz.de!hikos.rz.uni-konstanz.de!rzlucy Sun Oct 25 14:28:00 PST 1992 Article: 3114 of alt.guitar.tab Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!mcsun!Germany.EU.net!news.netmbx.de!mailgzrz.TU-Berlin.DE!math.fu-berlin.de!news.belwue.de!eratu.rz.uni-konstanz.de!hikos.rz.uni-konstanz.de!rzlucy From: rzlucy@hikos.rz.uni-konstanz.de (Dierk Lucyga) Subject: TAB: The Mighty Quinn - Bob Dylan Message-ID: <rzlucy.49.719696748@hikos.rz.uni-konstanz.de> Sender: usenet@eratu.rz.uni-konstanz.de Organization: Universitaet Konstanz Rechenzentrum Date: Wed, 21 Oct 1992 19:45:48 GMT Lines: 57 Does anybody have the chords for "Love in Vain"? The Mighty Quinn - Bob Dylan G D G Come all without, come all within D C G You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn G D G Come all without, come all within D C G You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn G C G C Ev'rybody's building ships and boats G C G C Some are building monuments, others jotting down notes. G C G C Ev'rybody's in despair, ev'ry girl and boy G D But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, C G Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy. Come all without... G C G C I like to go just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet G C G C But jumping queues and making haste, just ain't my cup of meat. G C G C Ev'ryone's beneath the trees, feeding pigeons on a limb G D But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, C G All the pigeons gonna rum to him. Come all without... G C G C Let me do what I wanna do, I can recite 'em all G C G C Just tell me where it hurts and I'll tell you who to call. G C G C Nobody can get no sleep, there's someone on ev'ryones toes. G D But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, C G Ev'rybody's gonna wanna doze. Why did the crowd go "Booo!" for Sinnead? Anyway I love this crowd... :-) /Dierk Dierk Lucyga | Internet: Dierk.Lucyga@popserver.uni-konstanz.de Infomation Manager | Bitnet: RZLUCY@DKNKURZ1 Universitaet Konstanz | Postfach 5560 | D-W7750 Konstanz | Tel.: +49 7531 88 2404 the_time.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Mike Mongeau Raytheon Equipment Division mongeau@iatc.ed.ray.com Marlboro, MA -------------------------------------------------------------------- The Times They Are A-Changin' Words and Music by Bob Dylan G Em C G Come gather 'round people wherever you roam G Am C D And admit that the waters around you have grown G Em C G And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone G Am D If your time to you is worth savin' D D7 Gmaj7 D Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone, G C D G For the times, they are a chang - in' (4 additional verses) Come writers and critics who prophecies with your pen And keep your eyes wide the chance won't come again And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who that it's namin' For the loser now will be later to win For the times they are a-changin' Come mothers and fathers throughout the land And don't criticize what you don't understand Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly agin' Please get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand For the times they are a-changin' Come senators, congressmen please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside and it's ragin' It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin' The line it is drawn the curse it is cast The slow one now will later be fast As the present now will later be past The order is rapidly fadin' And the first one now will later be last For the times they are a-changin' ----------------------------------------------------------- (Notes) Chords used: E A D G B e +-----------+ C 0 3 2 0 1 0 D x 0 0 2 3 2 D7 x 3 0 2 3 2 Em 0 2 2 0 0 0 G 3 2 0 0 0 3 Gmaj7 x 2 0 0 3 2 Am 0 0 2 2 1 0 +-----------+ ******************************************************************** "The Blues had a baby and they called it Rock-n-Roll" -Muddy Waters Mike Mongeau Raytheon Equipment Division mongeau@iatc.ed.ray.com Marlboro, MA ******************************************************************** time_pas.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> TIME PASSES SLOWLY- Bob Dylan E D A F#m Time passes slowly up here in the mountains E D A F#m We sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains G#m A G#m A Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream E D A F#m E Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream E D A F#m Once I had a sweetheart she was fine and good lookin' E D A F#m We sat in her kitchen while her mama was cookin A B A B Stared out the window to the stars high above A G#m Bsus4 B E7 Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love BRIDGE: A7 E7 Ain't no reason to go in a wagon to town A7 E7 Ain't no reason to go to the fair A7 E7 Ain't no reason to go up, ain't no reason to go down B Bsus4 B Bsus4 B Bsus4 Ain't no reason to go anywhere E D A F#m Time passes slowly up here in the daylight E D A F#m We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right Bsus4 A Bsus4 A Like the red rose of summer that blooms in the day Bsus4 A G#m F#m E Time passes slowly and fades away Bsus4: 2 2 4 4 5 2 (from New Morning, 1970) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) to_make_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Date: Mon, 22 Dec 1997 13:05:19 -0500 From: Allison Polans <polans@erols.com> To: guitar@olga.net Subject: CRD: To Make You Feel My Love by Bob Dylan To Make You Feel My Love Words and Music by Bob Dylan From: Mike Polans (polans@erols.com) Here is a revised version of the version that is in the chord archive. I looked at the chords for the Billy Joel version to catch some of the inversions and bass notes, and then arranged it in Db for the guitar and to my tastes. CHORDS ARE NOTED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE... (Verse) Ab -> Db Ab/C When the rain is blowing in your face Db7/Cb Gb/Bb And the whole world is on your case Gbmi/Bbb Db/Ab I could offer you a warm embrace Eb9/Bb Gb/Ab Db To make you feel my love (Verse) When evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years To make you feel my love (Bridge) Gb Db I know you haven't made your mind up yet Eb9/Bb Gb Db But I would never do you wrong Gb Db I've known it from the moment that we met Eb7 Ab No doubt in my mind where you belong (Verse) I'd go hungry I'd go black and blue I'd go crawling down the avenue No there's nothing that I wouldn't do To make you feel my love (instrumental) (Bridge) The storms are raging on the open seas And on the highway of regret The winds of change are blowing wild and free You ain't seen nothing like me yet (Verse) I could make you happy make your dreams come true Nothing that I wouldn't do Go to the ends of the earth for you To make you feel my love Ab Db Ab/C Db7/Cb Gb/Bb Gbmi/Bbb Db/Ab Eb9/Bb Gb/Ab Gb Eb7 e--4------------------------------------------------2----2---6-------- b--4---6----4-----6-----7-------7------6------6-----2----2---8-------- g--5---6----5-----6-----6-------6------6------6-----3----3---6-------- d--6---6----6-----6-----4-------4------6------5-----4----4---8-------- a--6---4----3-----x-----x-------x------4------x-----x----4---6-------- e--4--------------7-----6-------5------4------6-----4----2------------ tomorrow.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin) TOMORROW IS A LONG TIME by Bob Dylan G C G If today was not an endless highway G C G If tonight was not a crooked trail C D G If tomorrow wasn't such a long time C D G Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all C D G Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin' C D G Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin' C D G Only if she was lyin' by me C D G Then I'd lie in my bed once again. I can't see my reflection in the water I can't speak the sounds that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footsteps Or can't remember the sound of my own name There's beauty in the silver, singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes. ************************************************************************ * "Here's a song that I like to play. * * Print it out, play it and pass it around. * * If you like it, send me one of your favourites." * * * * Jeffrey Goffin Internet: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca * * Calgary, Alberta, Canada FidoNet: 1:134/160 * ************************************************************************ tonight_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> TONIGHT I'LL BE STAYING HERE WITH YOU- Bob Dylan G C G Throw my ticket out the window C G Throw my suitcase out there too C Bm C Throw my troubles out the door Bm Am I don't need them any more G C G G 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you I should have left this town this morning But it was more than I could do Oh, your love comes on so strong And I've waited all day long For tonight when I'll be staying here with you BRIDGE: Cm G Is it really any wonder Cm G The love that a stranger might receive Ab C You cast your spell and I went under Am D C Bm Am D I find it so difficult to leave (n.c.) G C G I can hear that whistle blowin' I see that stationmaster, too, If there's a poor boy on the street Then let him have my seat 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you REPEAT FIRST VERSE (from Nashville Skyline, 1969) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) visions_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson) Visions of Johanna - Bob Dylan -------------------------------- ('Blonde on Blonde' album) A D E7 A Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? D E7 A We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it E A And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it D A Lights flicker from the opposite loft D A In this room the heat pipes just cough D The country music station plays soft A E7 But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off A D E7 A Just Louise and her lover so entwined D A E7 A D A And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind. A D E7 A In the empty lot where the ladies play blind man's bluff with the key chain D E7 A And the allnight girls, they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train E We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight A Ask himself if it's him or them that's realy insane D A Louise, she's allright, she's just near D A She's delicate and seems like the mirror D But she just makes it all too concice and too clear A E7 That Johanna's not here A D E7 A The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face D A E7 A D A Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place. A D E7 A Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously D E7 A He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously E A And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me D A He's sure got a lotta gall D A to be so useless and all D Muttering small talk at the wall A E7 while I'm in the hall A D E7 A How can I explain? Oh, it's so hard to get on D A E7 A D A And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn. A D E7 A Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial D E7 A Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while E A But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles D A See the primitive wallflower freeze D A When the jellyfaced women all sneeze D A E7 Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze, I can't find my knees" A D E7 A Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule D A E7 A D A But these visions of Johanna they make it all seem so cruel. A D E7 A The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Sayin' "Name me someone that's not a parasite D E7 A and I'll go out and say a prayer for him." But like Louise E always says, "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" As she, herself, pre A -pares for him D A And Madonna, she still has not showed D D We see this empty cage now corrode D A Where her cape of the stage once had flowed D A The fiddler, he now steps to the road D A He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed D A E7 On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes A D E A The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain D A E7 A And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain. ------- Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se watching.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Date: Wed, 29 Nov 1995 14:51:35 -1000 From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@hawaii.edu> Subject: watching the river flow- bob dylan WATCHING THE RIVER FLOW- Bob Dylan TUNING: E B E G# B E A E A TURNAROUND 1 A D What's the matter with me? I don't have much to say A B Daylight's sneaking' through the window E And I'm still in this all night cafe A Walking to and fro beneath the moon D Out to where the trucks are rolling slow A E A TURNAROUND 2 Sit out on this bank of sand and watch the river flow Wish I was back in the city instead of this ol' bank of sand With the sun beatin' down over the chimney tops And the one I love so close at hand If I had wings and I could fly, I know where I would go But right now I just sit here so contentedly And watch the river flow TURNAROUND 3 BRIDGE #1: E People disagreein' on just about everything, yep A Makes you stop and wonder why F#m B Why only yesterday I saw someone on the street E Who just couldn't help but cry CHORUS: A Wo, but this old river keeps on rollin' though D No matter what gets in the way and which was the wind does blow A E And as long as it does I just sit here A TURNAROUND 1 (1ST TIME, 2ND TIME TO OUTRO) And watch the river flow SOLO (OVER VERSE CHORDS, END WITH TURNAROUND 3) BRIDGE #2: People disagreein' everywhere you look Makes you want to stop and read a book Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street That was a-really shook