da over the "n" in Senor. That is all. series_o.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> SERIES OF DREAMS- Bob Dylan C G C I was thinkin' of a series of dreams C G C Where nothing comes up to the top C G C Everything stays down where it's wounded F And comes to a permanent stop C Wasn't thinking of anything specific F Like in a dream when someone wakes up and screams C Nothing too very scientific G C Just thinkin' of a series of dreams Thinkin' of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo drag (fly)* And there's no exit in any direction Except the one that you can't see with your eyes Wasn't makin' and great connection Wasn't fallin' for any intricate scheme Nothing that would pass inspection I's just thinkin' of a series of dreams CHORUS: Am F C Dreams where the umbrella is folded Am F C And into the path you are hurled Am F C And the cards are no good that you're holdin' G Unless they're from another world In one, the surface was frozen In another, I witnessed a crime In one, I was running, and in another All I seemed to be doing was climb Wasn't lookin' for any special assistance Not going through any great extremes I'd already gone the distance Just thinkin' of a series of dreams CHORUS C G C C F C I'd already gone the distance G C C G C Just thinkin' of a series of dreams C G C Just thinkin' of a series of dreams C G C Just thinkin' of a series of dreams NOTE: I saw one version of lyrics that had "fly" instead of "drag". Fly would make it rhyme, but Dylan obviously says drag. FROM: The Bootleg Series 1-3, this song recorded 1989. seven_da.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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Received: from LUGA.latrobe.edu.au (luga.latrobe.edu.au [131.172.2.2]) by post-office.nevada.edu (8.6.4/8.6.4) with SMTP id IAA00204 for <jamesb@nevada.edu>; Thu, 10 Mar 1994 08:54:50 -0800 Received: from lux.latrobe.edu.au by LUGA.latrobe.edu.au with SMTP id AA13715 (5.67a/IDA-1.5/LTU-1.0 for <jamesb@nevada.edu>); Fri, 11 Mar 1994 01:40:28 +1000 Received: by lux.latrobe.edu.au (5.67a/Ultrix3.0-C) id AA29348; Fri, 11 Mar 1994 01:40:25 +1000 Date: Fri, 11 Mar 1994 01:40:25 +1000 From: cscsj@lux.latrobe.edu.au ( Junacko) Message-Id: <199403101540.AA29348@lux.latrobe.edu.au> To: jamesb@nevada.edu Subject: Bob Dylan - Seven Days From: James Henning <ujhennin@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu> Subject: Re: Woody (and Bob's) Seven Days In article <9302191800.AA15317@snowhite.cis.uoguelph.ca> you write: > I am wondering if anyone knows how to play "Seven Days" written by >Bob Dylan, and recorded by Ronnie Wood way back when for Gimme Some Neck. >I think Dylan also released it on the Bootleg Series. > > It's really a great song, I'd love some pointers on how to play it... > >Steve Hi Steve, I love that song too. I'll try to roughly TAB/TALK you through it. The opening riff is off the opening E minor chord and goes roughly like this E-----2-3-0-2--0--------------- B----------------3--0---------- G------------------------------ repeat for intro D--2----------------------2--2- A--2----------------------2--2- E--0----------------------0--0- So... The intro is a held out E minor. Emin C G B Emin Seven more days, she'll be coming. I'll be waiting at the station Amin B For her to arrive. Seven more days all I got to do is survive. and the other change is Amin Amin There's kissing in the valley, thieving in the alley B Emin Fighting every inch of the way. Amin Amin Trying to be tender with somebody I remember B Emin In a night that's allways brighter than the day. Seven Days. Hope this helps. All off the top of my head and I haven't played this one in a couple of years. BTW, how's your open tuning playing going? Check out my sig for a good riff. -Jim >From: david@cats.ucsc.edu (David Michael Wright) >Subject: Seven Days --- Dylan Version Here are some chords, the way Wood does it is similiar but not the same. (anyone have any ideas?) sevan days EM C G sevan days , sevan long days she'll be comin' B7 EM I'll be waitin' at the station AM for her to arrive B7 EM sevan long days, all I gotta do is survive She been gone, ever since I been a child, ever since I seen her smile I've never forgotten her eyes She had a face that outshined the sun and the sky I've been good, i've been good while i've been waitin' forgive for hesitating, but i've been hangin on sevan more days and all that will be gone there's kissin' in the alley, theiving in the alley fightin' every inch of the way trying to get a lead on, providing the feat on the nights are always sadder than the days sevan days , sevan days the wind is knowin' the whistle will be blowin' and I know she'll be coming for my beautifull comrade from the north. repeat last first. -- "There is nothing in the marginal conditions that distinguish a mountain from a mole hill" Kenneth Boulding All comments are mine---(David Wright) david@cats.ucsc.edu. shelter_.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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Article 2023 of alt.guitar.tab: Path: nevada.edu!uunet!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!darwin.sura.net!wupost!waikato.ac.nz!canterbury.ac.nz!cantua!cctr128 Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Subject: Tab : Shelter From The Storm - Dylan Message-ID: <1992Sep4.183735.658@csc.canterbury.ac.nz> From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn) Date: 4 Sep 92 18:37:33 +1200 Reply-To: k.osborn@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz Organization: University of Canterbury, Christchurch, New Zealand. Nntp-Posting-Host: cantua.canterbury.ac.nz X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL3 Lines: 132 Shelter From the Storm By Bob Dylan D 'Twas in another life time, G D One of toil and blood. When blackness was a virtue G And the road was full of mud. D I came in from the wilderness, G A creature void of form. D "Come in" she said, "I'll give you, G Shelter from the storm." And if I pass this way again, You can rest assured, I'll always do my best for her On that I give my word. In a world of steel eyed death and men Who are fighting to be warm, Come in she said, I'll give you Shelter from the storm. Not a word was spoke between us. There was little risk involved. everything up to that point, Had been left unresolved. Try imagining a place Where it's always safe and warm Come in she said I'll give you Shelter from the storm. I was burned out from exhaustion I was buried in the hail. Poisoned in the bushes An' blown out on the trail Hunted like a crocodile, Ravaged in the corn Come in she said I'll give you Shelter from the storm Suddenly I turned around And she was standing there With silver bracelets on her wrists And flowers in her hair. She walked up to me so gracefully And took my crown of thorns Come in she said I'll give you, Shelter from the storm. Now there's a wall between us Something has been lost. I took too much for granted I got my signals crossed Just to think that all began On an uneventfull morn Come in she said I'll give you Shelter from the storm Well the deputy walks on hard nails And the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters It's doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker He blows a futile horn Come in she said I'll give you Shelter from the storm I've heard newborn babies wailin' Like a mornin' dove And old men with broken teeth Stranded without love. Do I understand your question, man Is it hopeless and forlorn. Come in she said I'll give you Shelter from the storm. In a little hill top village I gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation And they gave me a leathal dose. I offered up my innocence And got repaid with scorn Come in she said I'll give you Shelter from the storm Well I'm livin' in a foreign country But I'm bound to cross the line. Beauty walk a razors edge, Someday I'll make it mine. If I could only turn the clock back To when God and her were born Come in she said I'll give you Shelter from the storm. Be seeing you, Kelwyn. _________ He said that's alright babe, I love you too. But we were Tangled Up In Blue. - Bob Dylan sign_lan.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, 28 Feb 1996 16:40:04 -0600 From: davies@ils.nwu.edu (Brian Davies) Subject: TAB: Sign Language by Bob Dylan SIGN LANGUAGE by Bob Dylan Transcribed by Brian Davies Comments / Corrections to davies@ils.nwu.edu This is a beautiful Clapton / Dylan duet off of EC's 1976 album, "No Reason To Cry". Don't think Bob has ever recorded it for one of his own releases. INTRO: (e) |-10----------------------|-------------10----------| (B) |-------------------12\8--|-12-------------12\8-----| (G) |-------------------------|-------------------------| (D) |-------------------------|-------------------------| (A) |-------------------------|-------------------------| (E) |-------------------------|-------------------------| 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & [G] You speak to [D] me [C] in sign [Em/B] language, [Em/B] As I'm eating a [D/A] sandwich [D/A] in a small ca[Em/B]fe [C] At a quarter to [G] three. [G] But [G] I can't re[D]spond [C] to your sign [Em/B] language. [Em/B] You're taking ad[D/A]vantage, [D/A] bringing me [Em/B] down. [C] Can't you make any [G] sound? [G] [G] 'Twas there by the [D] bakery, [C] surrounded by [Em/B] fakery. [Em/B] This is my [D/A] story, [D/A] still I'm still [Em/B] there. [C] Does she know I still [G] care? [G] Solo on Verse [G] Link Wray was [D] playing on a [C] jukebox, I was [Em/B] paying [Em/B] For the words I was [D/A] saying, [D/A] so misunder[Em/B]stood. [C] He didn't do me no [G] good. [G] First Verse Second Verse Solo on Verse *************************************************************************** * Brian Davies (davies@ils.nwu.edu) * There are three kinds of lies: * * http://www.ils.nwu.edu/~davies/ * Lies, damned lies, and release * * Institute For The Learning Sciences * dates. * * 1890 Maple Ave, Evanston, IL, 60201 * - guess who * *************************************************************************** sign_on_.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 uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu!harlant Thu Jan 26 04:30:20 1995 Return-Path: <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> Received: from alf2.tcd.ie by sadhbh.scrg.cs.tcd.ie with smtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #3) id m0rXLqc-00058BC; Thu, 26 Jan 95 04:30 WET Received: from post-office.nevada.edu by alf2.tcd.ie; (5.65/1.1.8.2/28Sep94-0239PM) id AA06758; Thu, 26 Jan 1995 04:30:12 GMT Received: from relay1.Hawaii.Edu (relay1.Hawaii.Edu [128.171.41.53]) by post-office.nevada.edu (8.6.9/8.6.4) with SMTP id UAA21105 for <guitar@nevada.edu>; Wed, 25 Jan 1995 20:30:09 -0800 Received: from uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu ([128.171.41.54]) by relay1.Hawaii.Edu with SMTP id <11412(7)>; Wed, 25 Jan 1995 18:27:31 -1000 Received: by uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu (4.1/Sun690) id AA14704; Wed, 25 Jan 95 18:24:46 HST Date: Wed, 25 Jan 1995 18:24:46 -1000 From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> To: guitar <guitar@nevada.edu> Message-Id: <Pine.SUN.3.91.950125182322.12593G-100000@uhunix4.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Status: RO SIGN ON THE WINDOW- Bob Dylan G Em F G Sign on the window says "lonely" G Em F C Sign on the door said "no company allowed" G Em F C Sign on the street says "y' don't own me" G Bm Em G C G Am Sign on the porch says "three's a crowd" G Bm Em G A C G C G C G C G C G Sign on the porch says "three's a crowd" Her and her boyfriend went to California Her and her boyfriend done changed their tune My best friend said "now didn't I warn ya Brighton girls are like the moon Brighton girls are like the moon" BRIDGE: C D Eb Dm C Looks like a-nothing but the rain G Bm C Am Sure gonna be wet tonight on main street Em D Am G Am7 G Em F G Hope that it don't sleet Build me a cabin in Utah Marry me a wife, catch rainbow trout Have a bunch of kids who call me "Pa" That must be what it's all about That must be what it's all about Riff: E ------- B ------- G -----0- C C G D -0h2--- A ------- E ------- (from New Morning, 1970) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) simple_t.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: Tue, 5 Sep 1995 20:57:59 -1000 From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@hawaii.edu> SIMPLE TWIST OF FATE- Bob Dylan TUNING: E B E G# B E E5 They sat together in the park E5/Eb As the evening sky grew dark E5/D She looked at him and he felt a spark C#7/E Tingle to his bones Am 'Twas then he felt alone E5 E5/Eb Esus4 And wished that he'd gone straight E(2) Esus2/A E5 And watched out for a simple twist of fate They walked along the old canal A little confused, I remember well And stopped into a strange hotel With the neon burning bright He felt the heat of the night Hit him like a freight Train moving with a simple twist of fate A saxaphone someplace far off played As she was walking down by the arcade As the light burst through a beat up shade Where he was waking up She dropped a coin into the cup Of a blind man at the gate And forgot about a simple twist of fate He woke up, the room was bare He didn't see her anywhere He told himself he didn't care Pushed the window open wide Felt an emptiness inside To which he just could not relate Brought on by his simple twist of fate He hears the ticking of the clocks And walks along with a parrot that talks Hunts her down by the waterfront docks Were the saliors all come in Maybe she'll pick him out again How long must he wait? One more time for his simple twist of fate People tell me its a sin To know and feel too much within I still believe she was my twin But I lost the ring She was born in spring But I was born too late Blame it on a simple twist of fate CHORDS: E5 E5/Eb E5/D C#7/E Am Esus4 Esus2/A E(2) E E -0---0-----0----0-----5----0-----0-----0----0-- B -0---0-----0----0-----5----0-----0-----0----0-- G# -3---3-----3----3-----4----1-----1-----3----0-- E -0---0-----0----0-----5----0-----2-----4----0-- B -5---4-----3----2-----x----2-----0-----0----0-- E -0---0-----0----0-----5----0-----0-----0----0-- Subject: Tab : Simple Twist Of Fate - Dylan From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn) Date: 4 Sep 92 18:40:23 +1200 Simple Twist of Fate By Bob Dylan D | G D They sat together in the park. F#m As the evening sky grew dark. D D7 She look at him and he felt a spark, G Tingle to his bones. Gm 'Twas then he felt alone, D A G And wished that he'd gone straight. D G D And watched out for a simple twist of fate. They walked along by the old canal. A little confused I remember well. Stopped into a strange hotel, With the neon burning bright. He felt the heat of the night, Hit him like a frieght, Train moving with a simple twist of fate. A saxaphone someplace far off played. As she was walking down by the arcade. As the light burst through a beat up shade, Were he was waking up. She dropped a coin into the cup, Of a blind man at the gate. And forgot about a simple twist of fate. He woke up the room was bare. He didn't see her anywhere. He told himself he did not care, Threw the window open wide. He felt an emptyness inside, To which he just could not relate. Bought on by a simple twist of fate. He hears the ticking of the clocks. And walks along with a parrot that talks. Hunts her down by the waterfront docks, Were the saliors all come in. Maybe she'll pick him out again. How long must he wait? Once again for a simple twist of fate. People tell you its a sin. To know and feel too much within. I still believe she was my twin, But I lost the ring. She was born in spring, But I was born to late. Blame it on a simple twist of fate. somethin.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) Something There Is About You - Bob Dylan ------------------------------------------ ('Planet waves' album) G C Am G Something there is about you That strikes a match in me. G C Am G Is it the way your body moves Or is it the way your hair blows free. Bm Em C Am Or is it because you remind me Of somethin' that used to be G7 C Am G Somethin' that's crossed over From another century. G C Am G Thought I'd shaken the wonder And the phantoms of my youth. G C Am G Rainy days on the Great Lakes Walkin' the hills of old Duluth. Bm Em C Am G There was me and Danny Lopez Cold eyes, black night and then there was Ruth G7 C Am G Somethin' there is about you That bring back a long forgotten truth. G C Am G Suddenly I found you And the spirit in me sings. G C Am G Don't have to look no further You're the soul of many things. Bm Em C Am G I could say that I'd be faithful I could say it in one sweet, easy breath. G7 C Am G But to you that would be cruelty And to me it surely would be death. G C Am G Something there is about you That moves with style and grace. G C Am G I was in a whirlwind Now I'm in some better place. Bm Em C Am G My hand's on the sabre And you've picked up on the baton G7 C Am G Somethin' there is about you That I can't quite put my finger on. ------- Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se stop_cry.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: Sun, 28 Jan 96 15:57:52 EST From: Winston Campbell <jieuryli@eden.rutgers.edu> Subject: BABY, STOP CRYING by Bob Dylan That opening riff (which I call the "F riff") is: E --3-----3-5~---| B ----4----------| the (3) just indicates that the bass plays an F note G ------5--------| throughout the "F riff". Actually the bass plays D -(3)-----------| octaves of the F note. A ---------------| E ---------------| NOTE: The lyrics are the vocals that only Dylan sings and not the back-up singers, so don't be confused with the chording. Intro: F riff (8x) Bb Bb Dm Eb You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe, F Bb Dm Eb F But you're back where you belong. Bb Dm Eb Go get me my pistol, babe, F Bb Dm Eb F Honey, I can't tell right from wrong Bb Dm Eb Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying F Bb Dm Eb Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying F Baby, please stop crying. F riff (8x) You know, I know, the sun will always shine Bb Dm Eb F So baby, please stop crying 'cause it's tearing up my mind. Bb Dm Eb Go down to the river, babe, F Bb Dm Eb F Honey, I will meet you there. Bb Dm Eb Go down to the river, babe, F Bb Dm Eb F Honey, I will pay your fare. Bb Dm Eb Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying F Bb Dm Eb Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying F Baby, please stop crying. F riff (8x) You know, I know, the sun will always shine Bb Dm Eb F So baby, please stop crying 'cause it's tearing up my mind. Bb Dm Eb If you're looking for assistance, babe F Bb Dm Eb F Or if you just want some company Bb Dm Eb Or if you just want a friend you can talk to, F Bb Dm Eb F Honey, come and see about me. Bb Dm Eb Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying F Bb Dm Eb Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying F Baby, please stop crying. F riff (8x) You know, I know, the sun will always shine Bb Dm Eb F So baby, please stop crying 'cause it's tearing up my mind. (Sax Break: Bb Dm Eb F Bb Dm Eb F) Bb Dm Eb You been hurt so many times F Bb Dm Eb F And I know what you're thinking of. Bb Dm Eb Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe, F Bb Dm Eb F To see that you're madly in love. Bb Dm Eb Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying F Bb Dm Eb Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying F Baby, please stop crying. F riff (8x) You know, I know, the sun will always shine Bb Dm Eb F So baby, please stop crying 'cause it's tearing up my mind. Bb Dm Eb F (2x) Bb stuck_in.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!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!darwin.sura.net!wupost!waikato.ac.nz!canterbury.ac.nz!cantua!cctr128 Fri Sep 4 16:04:27 PDT 1992 Article: 2025 of alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!darwin.sura.net!wupost!waikato.ac.nz!canterbury.ac.nz!cantua!cctr128 Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Subject: Tab : Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again - Dylan Message-ID: <1992Sep4.184135.660@csc.canterbury.ac.nz> From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn) Date: 4 Sep 92 18:41:33 +1200 Reply-To: k.osborn@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz Organization: University of Canterbury, Christchurch, New Zealand. Nntp-Posting-Host: cantua.canterbury.ac.nz X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL3 Lines: 164 Stuck Inside of Mobil with the Memphis Blues Again By Bob Dylan F Dm Oh the rag-man draws circles F Dm Up and down the block. F Dm I'd ask him what the matter was Bb C7 But I know that he don't talk. Bb F And the ladies treat me kindly Dm F And furnish me with tape Dm F But deep inside my heart Bb F I know I can't escape Am Oh Mama, Can this really be the end F C Dm To be stuck inside of Mobile F Bb F with the Memphis blues again Well, Shakespear, he's in the alley With his pointed shoes and his bells. Speaking to a french girl, Who says she knows me well. And I would send a message To find out if she's talked, Post the post office has been stolen And the mail box is locked. Oh Mama Can this really be th end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blus again. Mona tried to tell me To stay far away from the train line. She said that all the railroad men Drink your blood like wine. An' I said "Oh, I didn't know that But then again there's only one I've met An' he just smoked my eyelids An' punched my cigarette" Oh Mama Can this really be th end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blus again. Grandpa died last week And now he's buried in the rock But everybody talk about How badly they were shocked. But me I expected it to happen I knew he'd lost control When he built a fire on main street And shot it full of holes. Oh Mama Can this really be th end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blus again. Now the senator can down here Showing everyone his gun. Handing out free tickets To the wedding of his son. An' me I nearly got busted An wouldn't it be my luck To get caught without a ticket And be discovered beneath a truck Oh Mama Can this really be th end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blus again. Now the preacher looked so baffled When I asked him why he dressed With twenty pounds of headlines Stapled to his chest But he cursed when I proved to him Then I whispered not even you can hide. You see you're just like me I hope your satisfied Oh Mama Can this really be th end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blus again. Now the rainman gave men two cures Then he said "Jump right in" The one was Texas medicine The other railroad gin. An like a fool I mixed them An' it strangled up my mind An' now people just get uglier An' I have no sense of time. Oh Mama Can this really be th end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blus again. When Ruthie says come see her In her honkey-yonk lagoon, Where I can watch her waltz for free 'Neath her Panamanian moon. An' I say, "Aw come on now You must know about my dedutante." An' she says, "Your debutante knows just what you need But I know what you want." Oh Mama Can this really be th end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blus again. Now the bricks lay on Grand Street Where the neon madmen climb They all fall there so perfectly. It all seems so well timed. An' here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice Oh Mama Can this really be th end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blus again. Be seeing you, Kelwyn. _________ He said that's alright babe, I love you too. But we were Tangled Up In Blue. - Bob Dylan subterra.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: Fri, 25 Oct 1996 11:28:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Sacha Mallais <sacha@global-village.net> Subject: CRD: Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan Cut away the chaffe and this should fit one one page. This is a fairly difficult song to get to sound right. The chords are simple, though (blues progression in A). I strum the chords, alternating the bass line throughout (play A with an an A and E bass, D with a D and A bass, E with an E and B bass) ----------8<-------------------8<--------------------------- Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan A A Johnny's in the basement mixin' up the medicine, I'm on the pavement, thinkin' 'bout the government The man in a trenchcoat badge (??) got laid off, Says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off D D Look out kid, theres something you did, A God knows when, but you're doin' it again. You better duck down the alleyway, lookin' for a new friend. E The man in the 'coonskin cap in a pigpen A Wants 11 dollar bills, you only got 10. Maggie calls fleetfoot (??) face full 'o black soot, Talking at the heat, put (??) plants in the bed, but (??) The phones tapped anyway, Maggie says the man he say, They must bust in early May, orders from the DA. Look out kid, don't matter what ch' ya did, Walk on your tiptoes, don't tie no bows Better stay away from those 'ho carry 'round a fire hose. Keep a clean nose, 'n wash of plain clothes, You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows. Uhh..Get sick, get well, hang around the inkwell, Hang bail, hot tail, if anything its gonna sell, Try hard, get bought, get back, write braille, Get jail, jump bail, join the army if ya fail. Look out kid, your gonna get hit, by Losers, cheaters, six time users, hangin' round the theaters, Girl by the whrilpool's lookin' for a new fool, Don't follow leaders or watch the parkin' meters. Ohh..Get born, keep warm, short pants, romance, Learn to dance, get dressed, get blessed, try to be a success, Please her, please him, buy 'er gifts, don't steal, don't lift Twenty years o' schoolin' and they put ya on the day shift, Look out kid, they keep it all hid, Better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle, Don't wear sandles, and try to force a scandal, Don't want to be a bum, you'd better chew gum, The pump don't work cuz the vandals took the handle. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sacha Michel Mallais sacha@global-village.net http://www.global-village.net/sacha The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp. tambouri.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: Scott A. Yanoff <yanoff@csd4.csd.uwm.edu> C D G C hey mister tambourine man, play a song for me G Am D D i'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to C D G C hey mister tambourine man, play a song for me G C Am D D G D in the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin you C D G C though i know that evening's empire has returned into sand G C vanished from my hand G C left me blindly here to stand Am, D but still not sleepin C D G C my weariness amazes me - i'm branded on my feet G C i have no one to meet G C and my ancient empty street's Am D too dead for dreamin Please answer me at all events, thank you. If you know some other server, who do this, so tell me. My adress is Alex arothmun@sparc1.ntb.ch I am Austrian, but i am studing in switzerland. Alex tangled_.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: Tue, 5 Sep 1995 13:55:46 -1000 From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@hawaii.edu> TANGLED UP IN BLUE (Bootleg Series Version)- 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 CHORDS: E11 E(2) E(3) Emaj7 Esus4 Esus2/A E6 E(4) F#m11 E(1) E -5---7----0-----0-----0-----0------0---4-----2----0--- B -7---9----0-----0-----0-----1------2---0-----0----0--- G# -6---8----3-----3-----1-----2------0---3-----1----0--- E -0---0----4-----0-----0-----0------0---4-----2----0--- B -0---0----5-----4-----2-----0------2---0-----0----0--- E -0---0----0-----0-----0------------0---0-----0----0--- Subject: Tab : Tangled up in Blue - Dylan From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn) Date: 4 Sep 92 18:42:53 +1200 Tangled Up In Blue By Bob Dylan A | Asus4 sus2 | A | Asus4 sus2 A G Early one morning the sun was shinin' A G I was layin' in bed. A G Wondering if she'd changed at all D If her hair was still red. A G Her folks they said that our lives together, A G Sure was gonna be rough. A G They never did like Mama's home-made dress, A Papa's bank book wasn't big enough. E F#m And I was standing on the side of the road, A D Rain falling on my shoes. E F#m Heading out for the old east coast, A D Lord knows I've paid s