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              G
Come and listen for a moment, lads,
                           C
And hear me tell my tale.
      G                   D
How across the sea from England
  C                                           D
I was conpelled (condemned) to sail.
         G
the jury says me guilty,
                         C
Then says the judge, says he,
           G                    D
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
  C             D         G
Across the stormy sea.
     C
And take a tip before you ship
     G
To join the iron gang.
       C
Don't be too gay in Botany Bay,
    G                  D
Or else you'll surely hang.
    G
Or else you'll surely hang," says he.
                      C
"And after that, Jim Jones,
      G                  D
high upon the gallows tree
      C                   G
The crows will pick your bones."

you' ll have no change for missed your thing
remember what i say
they flog the out of you
out there at Botany Bay,

The waves were high  upon the see With the storms ragin' round us,
And the winds a-blowin' gales,
I'd rather have drowned in misery
Than gone to New South Wales.
the waves were high upon the sea
Then pirates came along,
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Were full five hundred strong.
they opened fire and somehow drove
That pirate ship away.
I'd rather joined that pirate ship
Tan come to Botany Bay.

Now it's day and night and the irons clang,
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves,
but by and by I'll break my chains,
Well, into the bush I'll go
And I'll join the bravest rankers there,
Jack Donohue and co.
And some dark night, when everything
Is silent in the town
I'll kill the tyrants one and all,
I'll shoot the flogger down.
Oh, I'll give the low a little shock,
Remember what I say,
And they'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay.
 

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[D] For fame and for fortune I [G] wandered the [D] earth,
And [G] now I've come [D] back to the land of my [A] birth;
I brought back my [D] treasures [D7] but only to [G] find,
They're less than the [D] pleasures [A] I first left [D] behind.

For these are my mountains and [G] this is my [D] glen,
The [G] hills of my [D] childhood will know me [A] again;
No land's ever [D] claimed me [D7] though far I did [G] roam,
For these are my [D] mountains [A] and I'm going [D] home.

The stream by the road sings at [G] my going [D] by,
The [G] birds overhead [D] wing their welcoming [A] cry;
The bay where the [D] gulls fly [D7] at last I can [G] see,
It's here that my [D] heart lies, [A] it's here I'll be [D] free.

For these are my mountains and [G] this is my [D] glen,
The [G] hills of my [D] childhood will know me [A] again;
No land's ever [D] claimed me [D7] though far I did [G] roam,
For these are my [D] mountains [A] and I'm going [D] home.

Old faces will meet me and [G] welcome me [D] in,
How [G] they will [D] greet me, my old friends and [A] kin;
At night by the [D] fireside [D7] old songs will be [G] sung,
At last I'll be [D] hearing [A] my own mother [D] tongue.

For these are my mountains and [G] this is my [D] glen,
The [G] hills of my [D] childhood will know me [A] again;
No land's ever [D] claimed me [D7] though far I did [G] roam,
For these are my [D] mountains [A] and I'm going [D] home.

01-03-2009 om 00:00 geschreven door de makers

G             Em
Come gather 'round people
    C        G
Wherever you roam
      G            Em
And admit that the waters
 C              D
Around you have grown
      G            Em
And accept it that soon
          C               G
You'll be drenched to the bone.
        G       Am           D
If your time to you Is worth savin'
         D            D2/C
Then you better start swimmin'
          G/b         D/A
Or you'll sink like a stone
        G     C         D   G . .            
For the times they are a-changin'.

G | Em  | C | G 

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize 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'.
'Cause the loser now
Will be later to win
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
The battle outside ragin'
Will soon shake your windows 
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can'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 your hand
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'.

28-02-2009 om 00:00 geschreven door de makers

D G D G How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a A4 A D G D man ? Yes n how many seas must a white dove sail before she C A4 A D G D sleeps in the sand Yes n ahow many times must the cannon G A4 A balls fly before they're forever banned Chorus G A D F# Bm G The answer my friend is blowing in the wind the answer is A D blowing in the wind D G D G A4 How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky A D G D G Yes n how many ears must one man have before he can hear A4 D G D people cry Yes n how many deaths will it take till he know G A4 A that too many people have died Chorus D G D G How many years can a mountain exist before its washed to the A4 A D G D sea Yes n how many years can some people exist before G A4 A D G D they're allowed to be free? Yes n how many times can a man G A4 A turn his head pretending he just didnt see? Chorus Blowing in the wind 2 C F G C F C How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man? C F G C F G How many seas must a white dove sail before she can sleep in the sand? C F G C F C How many times must the cannon balls fly before they are forever banned? C F G C F The answer my friend, is blowin' in the wind. G C The answer is blowin' in the wind. C F G C F C How many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? C F G C F G How many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? C F G C F C How many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn't see? C F G C F The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, G C The answer is blowin' in the wind C F G C F C How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? C F G C F G How many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? C F G C F C How many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? C F G C F The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, G C The answer is blowin' in the wind.

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A Asus4 [A] Early one morning the [G] sun was shinin' [A] I was layin' in [G] bed. [A] Wondering if she'd [G] changed at all If her [D] hair was still red. [A]Her folks said our [G] lives together, [A]Sure was gonna be [G] rough. They [A] never did like Mama's [G] home-made dress, Papa's [D] bank book wasn't big enough. And [E] I was standing on the [F#m] side of the road, [A] Rain falling on my [D] shoes. [E] Heading out for the [F#m] old east coast, Lord [A] knows I've paid some [D] dues, Getting [E] through, [G]Tangled [D]up in [A]blue. Asus4 A Asus4 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 dark sad night Both agreeing it was best She turned around to look at me As I was walking away I heard her say over her my 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 Love 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 Sayin' "Tell me, don't I know your name?" I muttered something underneath my breath She studied 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 she opened 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 into dealing in slaves And something inside of him died She had to sell everything she owned And froze up inside. And when finally the bottom fell 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't 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. TANGLED UP IN BLUE :: Bob Dylan TUNING : D A D F# A D or E B E G# B E E(2) E11 E(2) E11 Early one morning the sun was shinin' he was layin' in bed E(2) E11 E(3) Emaj7 Esus4 Wondering if she'd changed at all, if her hair was still red E(2) E11 E(2) E11 Her folks they said that their lives together sure was gonna be rough E(2) E11 E(3) Emaj7 Esus4 They never did like mama's home-made dress, papa's bank book wasn't big enough Esus2/A E6 E(3) Emaj7 Esus4 And he was standing on the side of the road, rain falling on his shoes Esus2/A E6 E(3) Emaj7 Esus4 Heading out for the old east coast, Lord knows he's paid some dues Esus2/A E(4) F#m11 E(1) E(3) Esus4 E(3) Esus4 Getting through, tangled up in blue She was married when they first met, soon to be divorced He helped her out of a jam I guess but he used a little too much force And they drove that car as far as they could, abandoned it out west And split up on a dark sad night, both agreeing it was best And she turned around to look at him as he was walking away She said "This can't be the end, we'll meet on another day On the avenue, tangled up in blue" He had a job in the old north woods, working as a cook for a spell But he never did like it all that much and one day the axe just fell When he drifted down to L.A., where he reckoned to try his luck Workin' for a while in an airplane plant loading cargo onto a truck But all the while he was alone, the past was close behind He's seen alot of women, but she never escaped his mind And he just grew, tangled up in blue She was working in topless place, I stopped in for a beer I just kept looking at the side of her face in the spotlight so clear And later on as the crowd thinned out, I's about to do the same She was standing there in back of my chair said to me "What's your name?" I muttered something underneath my breath, she studied 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 she opened 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 He was always in a hurry, too busy or too stoned And everything she ever planned just had to be postponed He thought they were successful, she thought they were blessed With objects and material things but I never was impressed And when it all came crashing down, 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 back again, I got to get to her somehow All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians, some are doctor's wives Don't know how it all got started Don't know what they're doin' 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

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[c] They say every man needs [Dm] protection [Em] They say every distance [Dm] is not [c] near [C] But I remember every [Dm] face [Em] Of every [Dm] man who put me [c] here [C] I see my light come [Dm] shinin' [Em] From the [Dm] west down to the [c] east [c] Any day now, [Dm] any day now [Em] I shall [Dm] be [c] released They say every man can be replaced They say every man must fall But I swear I see my reflection Some place so high above the wall Standing next to me in this lonely room Is a man who swears he's not to blame All day long I hear him shout so loud Callin' out that he's been framed

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[G] Cloud so swift, [Am] the rain won't lift [C] Ceilings close, the [G] gate is froze. [G] Get you mind off [Am] wintertime, [C] You ain't goin' [G] nowhere. [G] Ooo-wee, she [Am] rides me high, [C] Tomorrow's the day my [G] bride's gonna come [G] Ooh-ho, Are [Am] we gonna fly, [C] down in the easy [G] chair. Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots, Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself to a tree with roots, You ain't goin' nowhere. [G] Ooo-wee, she [Am] rides me high, [C] Tomorrow's the day my [G] bride's gonna come [G] Ooh-ho, Are [Am] we gonna fly, [C] down in the easy [G] chair. I don't care how many letters they sent, The morning came, the morning went. So pack up your money, pull up your tent, You ani't goin' nowhere. [G] Ooo-wee, she [Am] rides me high, [C] Tomorrow's the day my [G] bride's gonna come [G] Ooh-ho, Are [Am] we gonna fly, [C] down in the easy [G] chair. Genghis Kahn, he could not keep All his men supplied with sleep [or "sheep" if you prefer] We'll climb that hill no matter how steep After we get up to it.

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D A G D You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. A G D But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Em G D Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Em G D Crying like a fire in the sun.   F# A Look out the saints are comin' through Em G D And it's all over now, Baby Blue.   D A G D The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. A G D Take what you have gathered from coincidence. Em G D The empty-handed painter from your streets Em G D Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.   F# A This sky, too, is folding under you Em G D And it's all over now, Baby Blue.   D A G D All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. A G D your empty handed armie, is all going home. Em G D your lover who just walked out your door Em G D Has taken all his blankets from the floor.   F# A The carpet, too, is moving under you Em G D And it's all over now, Baby Blue.   D A G D Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something that calls for you. A G D Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you. Em G D The vagabond who's rapping at your door Em G D Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.   F# A Strike another match, go start anew Em G D And it's all over now, Baby Blue.  

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[G] John Wesley Harding was a [Am] friend to the [G] poor
He [G] travelled with a gun in every [Am] hand [C]
[G] All across this countryside he [Am] opened many a [G] door
But he was [G] never known to [Am] hurt an honest [G] man

G Am G It was down in Chaynee County, a time they talk about
G Am C With his woman by his side he took a stand
G Am G And soon the situation there was all but straightened out
G Am G For he was always known to lend a helping hand

G Am G All across the telegraph his name it did resound
G Am C But no charge held against him could they prove
G Am G And there was no man around who could track or trail him down
G Am G For he was never known to make a foolish move

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Aint it [G] just like the night to play
[C] Tricks when you're [D] trying to be so [G] quiet G/C G
We [G] sit here stranded, all d[C]oing our [D] best to [G] deny it G/C G
And [D] Louise holds a handful of rain tempting you to [G] defy it
Lights [C] flicker from the opposite [G] loft
In [C] this room the heatpipes just [G] coughed
The [C] country music station plays soft,
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn [D] off
Just [G] Louise, and her [C] lover so[D] entwin[G]-ed G/C G
And these [C] visions of [G] Johanna, that [D] conquer my [G] mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play Blind Mans Bluff with the keychain
& the Allnite girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-Train
Where you can hear the nightwatchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, she's alright she's just near
She's delicate, and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
And these Visions of Johanna have taken my place

Now Little Boy Lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up, he speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall, to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall, while I'm in the hall
How can I explain, it's so hard to get on
And these Visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa must've had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower frieze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the moustache say
Jeez, I can't find my knees!
Oh jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
And these Visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The pedlar now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Saying 'name me someone who's not a parasite,
and I'll go out and say a prayer for him'
But like Louise always says 'you can't look at much, can you man'
as she herself prepares for him
And Madonna she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler now steps into the road
He writes 'everythings been returned which was owed'
On the back of the fishtruck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys in the rain
And these Visions of Johanna are now all that remain
 

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When you're [G] lost in the rain in Juarez, [C] and it's Easter time [G] too
And you're [G] gravity fails and nega [C]-tivity don't pull you [G] thru
Dont p[C]ut on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Aven[G]ue
They got some [D] hungry women there, they [C] really make a mess outa [G] you

G C G Now if you see St. Annie, please tell her 'thanks a lot'
G C G I cannot move, my fingers are all in a knot
C G     I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot
D C G And my best friend my doctor won't even say what it is I got

G C G Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom
G C G She speaks good English and she invites you up into her room
C G     And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon
D C G And she takes your voice, and leaves you howling at the moon

G C G Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame
G C G You must pick one or the other tho' neither of them are to be what they claim
C G     If you're looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came
D C G Because the cops don't need you, and man they expect the same

G C G Now all the authorities, they just stand around and boast
G C G How they blackmailed the Sergeant-at-Arms into leaving his post
C G     And picking up Angel, who just arrived here from the coast
D C G Who looked so fine at first, but left looking just like a ghost

G C G I started out on Burgundy, but soon hit the harder stuff
G C G Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough
C G     But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to bluff
D C G I'm goin' back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough
 

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[D] They sat together in the park, [Dmaj7] while the evening sky grew dark
[D7] She looked at him & he felt a spark [G] tingle through his bones
It was [Gm] then he felt alone, and [D] wished that [F#m] he'd gone [G] straight
And [D] watched out for a [A7] Simple Twist of [D] Fate

D Dmaj7        They walked along by the old canal, a little confused, I remember well
D7 G             Stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burning bright
Gm D F#m G He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
D A7 D          Moving with a Simple Twist of Fate

D Dmaj7        A saxaphone someplace faroff played as she was walking by the arcade
D7 G             As the light bust thru a beat-up shade where he was waking up
Gm D F#m G She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
D A7 D          And forgot about a Simple Twist of Fate

D Dmaj7        He woke up, the room was bare, he didn't see her anywhere
D7 G             He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide
Gm D F#m G Felt that emptiness inside, to which he just could not relate
D A7 D          Brought on by a Simple Twist of Fate

D Dmaj7        He hears the ticking of the clock, walks along with a parrot that talks
D7 G             Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in
Gm D F#m G Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait
D A7 D          One more time for a Simple Twist of Fate

D Dmaj7        People tell me it's a sin to know and feel too much within
D7 G             I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring
Gm D F#m G She was born in spring, but I was born too late
D A7 D          Blame it on Simple Twist of Fate
 

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