Rockin' The Suburbs

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Over the Hedge-Music from the Motion Picture

Benjamin Scott Folds (born September 12, 1966, in Winston-Salem, North Carolina) is an American singer-songwriter. He is widely known for his prowess as a pianist. Ben Folds' musical career started to get off the ground in the late '80s, as bassist for band Majosha, after playing bass and piano at Pinehurst, in a group known as the &quot;Caroliners&quot; with cohort Millard Powers in 1985-1987; he also played drums as a session musician in Nashville. As well as appearing in Pots &amp; Pans - now known as the Snuzz demo, as a pianist in Britt Harper Uzzell's (aka Snuzz) band.

Intro:(x2)
C         Am7          Em           G

C         Am7          Em           G
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
           C             Am7         Em           G
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
       Am7             F               Am7         F
He has cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
C                       G
Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'
Am7                    F 
Twenty-five years he's worked at the paper
  C                            G Gsus4 G
A man's here to take him downstairs
        C         F     G    C
And I'm sorry, Mr Jones it's time

Am7    Em     G

C            Am7    Em            G
There was no party, there were no songs
        C            Am7          Em          G
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
Am7       F              Am7             F
No one is left here that knows his first name
     C                     G
And life barrels on like a runaway train
          Am7                          F
Where the passengers change they don't change anything
        C                        G Gsus4 G
You get off; someone else can get on
        C         F     G    C
And I'm sorry, Mr Jones it's time

Am7                            Em
Streetlight shines through the shades
        F                      C            G/B
Casting lines on the floor and lines on his face
     F               C
He reflects on the day

Am7     Em     Am7    Em
F       Em     Am7    Em
F       Em      G     D Dsus4 D

C             Am7            Em          G
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
    C           Am7    Em     G
Projecting some slides onto a plain white
Am7        F          Am7          F
Canvas and traces it, fills in the spaces
   C                            G
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right
          Am7                        F
Yeah, and all of these bastards have taken his place
     C                     G Gsus4 G
He's forgotten but not yet gone
        C         F    G
And I'm sorry, Mr Jones
        C         F    G
And I'm sorry, Mr Jones
        C         F     G    C
And I'm sorry, Mr Jones it's time

Fred Jones, Part 2

Intro:

F A Bb C

F A Bb C

F                      A                  Bb          C
I thought Id write, I thought Id let you know
F                                      A              Bb       C
In the year since youve been gone Ive finally let you go
F                         A               Bb         C       
And I hope you find some time to drop a note
           Am
But if you wont
         C
Then you wont
F         A     Bb    C            F             
And I --------- will consider you gone


F                      A                  Bb     C
I know that you went straight to someone else
F                               A              Bb      C
While I worked through all this shit here by myself
F                            A                Bb     C
And I think that you should spend some time alone
           Am
But if you wont
         C
Then you wont
F         A     Bb    C            F             
And I --------- will consider you gone


-Bridge-

Dm G G7 G Bbm F Bb Bbm

        F          Dm
I wake up in the night
       Bb      C
All alone and its alright
       Dm                 G
The chemicals are wearing off
             Bb        C#maj7
Since youre gone       

F                    A                Bb     C
The days go on, the lights go off and on
F                    A                 Bb      C
And nothing really matters when youre gone
F                     A               Bb     C
If you think that you feel nothing at all
         Am
If you dont (if you dont)
          C
Then you dont (no, you wont)
        Am
If you wont
         A
Then you wont
F      A     Bb     C
And I -------- will
F       A    Bb     C
Then I ------- will
F            A      B   C              Dm   Bbm  C#maj7  F
Yeah, and I -------- will consider you gone

Gone

C
Good morning, son.
           Am
I am a bird
               F                       G
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
               C
You want a coke?
               Am
Maybe some fries?
                F                G
The roast beef combo's only $9.95
         Em                     F
It's okay, you don't have to pay
                   C                G
I've got all the change

                    F
Everybody knows
        C                     G
It hurts to grow up
                            F
And everybody does
             C          G
It's so weird to be back here
                    F
Let me tell you what
       C
The years go on and
Em                         F
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
         C      Am       F
And you're so much like me
      Am             G
I'm sorry

Still Fighting It

Verse: 

C          Am7          Em7          G 
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark 
             C            Am7        Em7           G 
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall 
      Am                    F         Am            F 
He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes 
C                        G 
Things that remind him: 'Life has been good' 
Am 
Twenty-five years 
       F
He's worked at the paper 
C                          G Gsus4 G
A man's here to take him downstairs.


Chorus: 

         C          F 
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones 
G      C 
It's time 



Verse: 


C          Am7          Em7          G 
There was no party, there were no songs 
 C            Am7        Em7           G 
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started 
Am           F             Am              F 
No one has left here that knows his first name 
          C                         G
And life barrels on like a runaway train 
           Am
Where the passengers change
            F 
They don't change anything 
C                          G Gsus4 G
You get off; someone else can get on 


Chorus: 

         C          F 
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones 
G      C 
It's time 


Bridge: 

Am                             Em 
Streetlight shines through the shades 
        F                        C          G/B 
Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face 
    F               C 
He reflects on the day 


Verse:

C          Am7          Em7          G 
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement 
C          Am7          Em7          G 
Projecting some slides onto a plain white 
Am            F         Am          F
Canvas and traces it, fills in the spaces 
     C                            G
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right 
           Am           
Yeah, and all of these bastards 
       F
Have taken his place 
C                          G Gsus4 G
He's forgotten but not yet gone 


Chorus:

          C          F
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones 
          C          F
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones 
          C          F
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones 
G      C
It's time

C Am Em
                  Bitches ain't shit 

C Am Em
                  Bitches ain't shit 

C		       Am	
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks 
Em		          G
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
C		       Am 
lets get the fuck out after you're done
Em         	             G
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...
F 
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright 
	      G
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night 
F
Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats 
                    G
And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets 

Peep, that shit got deep and it was on 
Number 1 song after number 1 song 
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat 
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at 
                      F
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do 
G
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2 
              F  
And the ends she got didn't mean nothin' 
G					         C
Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit 

C		Am		G
Bitches can't hang with the streets, she found herself short 
C		Am	          G
So now she's takin' me to court (It's real conversation for your ass)

I once had a bitch named Mandy May 
Used to be up in them guts like everyday 
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung 
I was in love like a muthafucka lickin' the protung 
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good 
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood 
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine 
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time 

F
I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail 
Am
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail 
C
I get's released on a hot sunny day 
G
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre 

C				   Am
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news 
         Em				   G
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues 
C	
I ain't been out a second 
              Am                 Em                                                 G
And already gotta do .... some muthafuckin chin checkin 

C			         Am
Move up the block as we groove down the block 
Em                              G
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock 
C		     Am
Kick in the do', I look on the flo' 
Em  				         Em
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo 
F							           G...
I uncocked my shit...I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed 


(spoken) Man, fuck that bitch! 

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks 
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick 
Get's the fuck out after you're done 
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run... 
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright 
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night 
Tighter than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats 
And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets 
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on 
Number one song after number one song 
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat 
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at 
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do 
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two 
And the ends she got didn't mean nothin' 
Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit 


C		Am		Em
Bitches can't hang with the streets, she found herself short 
C		          Am    Em
So now she's takin' me to court (It's real conversation for your ass)

C		Am		Em
Bitches can't hang with the streets 
Bitches can't hang with the streets 
Bitches can't hang with the streets 
Bitches can't hang with the streets

Bitches Ain't Shit

# Intro: G   Bm    G    Bm   Em   Bm    Em     D 

# I wanna ask you -
G      Bm                        G               Bm   
Do you ever sit and wonder, It's so strange That we could be together for
Em           Bm                     Em        D
So long, and never know, never care What goes on in the other one's 
G                 Bm                      G         Bm   
head? Things I've felt but I've never said You said things that I never said
Em          Bm                                Em    D 
So I'll say something that I should have said long ago:


Chorus 1:
Am        
(You don't know me)
Bm
You don't know me at all
Am
(You don't know me)
Bm G Bm G Bm
You don't know me at all (at all)

                    G                    Bm         
You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin
G       Bm                    Em       
  Or a cardboard stand-up and paint me (paint me)
    Bm                      D
Any face that you wanted me To be seen. We're
Am                                     Em              
Damned by the existential moment where We saw the couple in the coma and
Bm                        D
It was we were the cliche,  But we carried on anyway.
Em                                   Em
So, sure, I could just close my eyes. Yeah, sure, trace and memorize,
D              
But can you go back once you know

Repeat Chorus 1

Chorus 2:
Am        
(You don't know me)
Bm
You don't know me at all
C
(You don't know me)
D
You don't know me

Bridge:
C                          Bm      Em
If I'm the person that you think I am
C                          Bm      Em
clueless chump you seem to think I am, so
       C                               Bm                     
Easily led astray, an errant dog who occasionally escapes and 
Em
needs a shorter leash then
C                       Bm      D                  G
 Why the f*ck would you want me back?  Maybe it's because...
Bm                    G   Bm
(You don't know me at all)

Em   Bm
Ahhh ah
Em   Bm
Ahhh ah

G         Bm
(You don't know me,
G         Bm
you don't know me.)

Em   Bm
Ahhh ah
Em   D
Ahhh ah

G        Bm
So, what  I'm trying to say is
G             Bm
 What (What?)   I'm trying to tell you
     Em                 Bm                         
It's not gonna come out like I wanna say it 
        Em                
cause I know you'll only change it.
D
 (Say it.)

Repeat Chorus 1

Repeat Chorus 2

# G Bm G Bm Em Bm Em D (X2)
# What?
(Mmmm, ohh oh
Ah ah ah ah ah
Aha ah ah ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Aha ah
Ah ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah                   
Oh-oh-oh-oh oh ohh)

# End on G

You Don't Know Me Ft. Regina Spektor

Intro - C Em C Em

C                 
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Em                     Em7
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
C
Get the fuck out after you're done
Em                       Em7
Then I hops in my ride to make a quick run
F
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
G
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
F
Tight like a mother fucka with the gangsta beats
G
And we was ballin on the mother fuckin Compton streets

C
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Em                    Em7
Number one song after number one song
C
Long as my mother fuckin pockets was fat
Em                             Em7
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
F
But she was hanging with the white bitch doing the shit she do
G
Sucking on his dick just to get a buck or two
F
And the ends she got didn't meant nothing
G
And now she's suing cuz the shit she be doing ain't shit

C                           Em           Em7           
Bitches can't hang with the streets, She found herself short
C                     Em                 Em7  
Now shes taking me to court, that's real conversation for your ass

C 
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Em                                Em7
I used to be up in them guts like everyday
C
The pussy was the the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
Em                                Em7
I was in love like a mother fucka lickin' the protung
F
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
G
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
F
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip with mine
G
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time

Dm
I'm back to the mother fuckin county jail
Am
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
C
I get's released on a hot sunny day
G
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre
Dm
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got the news
Am
Your girl was trickin while you was draped in your county blues
C
I ain't been out a second
G
And already gotta do some mother fuckin chin checkin

C
Move up the block as we groove down the block
Em                        Em7
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
C
Kick in the door I look on the floor
(no chord)
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin my hoe
F                            G         
I uncocked my shit, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
(no chord)
Man, fuck that bitch

C                 
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Em                     Em7
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
C
Get the fuck out after you're done
Em                       Em7
Then I hops in my ride to make a quick run
F
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
G
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
F
Tight like a mother fucka with the gangsta beats
G
And we was ballin on the mother fuckin Compton streets

C
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Em                    Em7
Number one song after number one song
C
Long as my mother fuckin pockets was fat
Em                             Em7
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
F
But she was hanging with the white bitch doing the shit she do
G
Sucking on his dick just to get a buck or two
F
And the ends she got didn't meant nothing
G
And now she's suing cuz the shit she be doing ain't shit

C                           Em           Em7           
Bitches can't hang with the streets, She found herself short
C                     Em                 Em7  
Now shes taking me to court, that's real conversation for your ass

C                           Em
Bitches can't hang with the streets (x4)

Bitches Aint Shit

F#m E D C#m(x3)

[Verse]
A    C#m     F#m 
 How great I am
A     C#m      F#m
Gotta tell myself, yeah
E
I'm the man
A     C#m   F#m     
Looks grim right now
A       C#m          F#m         E
but pretty soon we'll be laughing about it

[Chorus]
E             D
Ooh, and it's alright
C#m                        A
Yeah it is, I swear you'll see
A
(it's not really)
E           D
Yeah it's alright
         Bm                       A
Cuz I've always got my family of me

[Verse]
A     C#m     F#m
 It's not a first
E
(might be the last)
A        C#m
Yeah I'm sure
        F#m               E
I must have been through worse, but

[Chorus]
E         D
Ooh, it's alright
C#m                 A
Got a paddle and a creek
E          D
Yeah, it's alright
            Bm                 C#m     E
Because I've always got my family   of me

[Outro]
F#m E D C#m(x3)

Family Of Me

Verse 1:
C                      Dm
   Follow me into the great unknown
F
   Where pink flamingos crow
Fm
   Diet soda flows
C                                 Dm
   And what you take magically regenerates
F
   On supermarket shelves
Fm
   The ovens clean themselves


Chorus:
     F             C             G     F
You don't pay the tab 'til the last drop
   F             C
We all ride for nothing
     G           [stop]
Cuz' this train never stops

F        C         G           F
Da da da da da da da da da da da da...


Verse 2:
C
  We make a good team,
         Dm
  Me and you, we do
F
  You could scratch my back
Fm
  And I'll scratch my back too
       C                           Dm
  When everyone is welcome at the party, yeah
F
  People, more is more
Fm
  Ah, we all want more


Chorus:
      F            C            G      F
You don't pay the tab 'til the last drop
   F            C
We all ride for nothing
     G          [stop]
'Cuz this train never stops

F        C          G           F
Da da da da da da da da da da da da...


Bridge:
F
You don't stop
C
You don't stop
G
You don't stop
F
You don't stop


Chorus:
    F              C            G       F
You don't pay the tab 'til the last drop
   F            C
We all ride for nothing
     G          [stop]
'Cuz this train never stops

F        C         G           F
Da da da da da da da da da da da da...

Heist

C D F C x2
 
C                 D
Let me tell y'all what it's like
F                  C
Watching Idol on a Friday night
C                D
In a house built safe and sound
F         C
On Indian burial grounds
 
Sham on
 
C D F x2
 
C                 D
We drive our cars everyday
F           C
To and from work both ways
C               D
So we make just enough to pay
F                    C
To drive our cars to work each day
 
Hey, hey
 
C D F C x2
                  D
We're rockin' the suburbs
           F                   C
Around the block just one more time
                  D
We're rockin' the suburbs
               F                   C
'Cause I can't tell which house is mine
                  Dm
We're rockin' the suburbs
            F                   C
We part the shades and face the facts
            D
They've got better-lookin' fescue
      F
Right across the cul-de-sac
 
C D F C x2
 
C               D
Hot real-estate rising stars
F              C
Get-rich-quick seminars
C          D
Soap opera magazines
F                            C
Forty-thousand-watt nativity scenes
 
D                           F
Don't freak about the smoke alarm
D                      F
Mom left the TV dinner on
 
 
                  D
We're rockin' the suburbs
            F              C
From Family Feuds to Chevy Chase
                  D
We're rockin' the suburbs
         F              C
Numb the muscles in our face
                  Dm
We're rockin' the suburbs
            F               C
We feed the dog and mow the lawn
         Dm
Watching Mommy bounce the checks
            F
While Daddy juggles credit cards
 
                  D
We're rockin' the suburbs
       F              C
Everything we need is here
                  D
We're rockin' the suburbs
       F                C
But it wasn't here last year
                  Dm
We're rockin' the suburbs
             F                C
You'll never know when we are gone
            Dm
Because the timer lights the front
              F
And turns the cricket noises on
     C
Each night
G       F
Yeah, yeah
                  D          C
We're rockin' the suburbs
G       F
Yeah, yeah
              D
We're rockin' the 
C   G   F
suburbs 
 
Dm F

Rockin' The Suburbs (over The Hedge)

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Rocking The Suburbs

Intro: C  F  C  G  Am  Em  F  C/G   G

Verse1:
C       G        C                F
I don't get many things right the first time
      C         Am       A#           G           G/B
in fact I am told that a lot.  Now I know all the wrong turns
       C          F               C   Am   Em   G
the stumbles and falls brought me here

Chorus:
Am            F            Am                D                G
And where was I before the day that I first saw your lovely face?
        Em       F
now I see it every day
    C/G   G  G7        C  G   Am Em  F C/G  G     C        G
And I    know,    that I am,  I  am,  I am,    the luckiest

Verse 2:
         C        G   C          F
What if I'd been born 50 years before you
     C            Am                 A#           G       G/B
in a house on the street where you live?  Maybe I'd be outside
        C            F            C    Am   Em  G
as you pass on your bike would I know?

Chorus:
Am           F           Am           D              G      Em   F
   And in a wide sea of eyes, I'd see one pair that I'd recognize
   C/G   G  G7       C  G   Am  Em   F  C/G  G     C       G
And I'd know,   that I am,  I   am,   I  am,    the luckiest

Bridge:
Dm                          Am            G/B    C      F      G
  I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you.

Verse 3:
      C              G            C           F
Next door there's an old man who lived to his 90's
        C           Am          A#             G
and one day passed away in his sleep.  And his wife
    G/B          C         F               C   Am   Em  G
she stayed for a couple of days and passed away.

Chorus:
Am         F              Am              D               G       Em   F
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong.
   C/G  G  G7       C  G   Am Em  F  C/G  G      Am    Em  F  C/G  G  C
That I know,   that I am,  I  am,  I  am,    the luckiest

The Luckiest

The Best Imitation Of Myself: A Retrospective

Cover of Dr. Dre's song Bitches Ain't Shit. Released in 2005.

Intro- C Em Am G F
C Am F
Hoy encuentro tu imagen en el mismo lugar
C Am F
como en sueños inciertos te estoy viendo llegar
C Am F
ya no hay luz de escena, ya no estas
C Am
me sorprende tu voz y nuestra
F
historia de amor, en la melodia
C Am F
soñamos con cambiar el dia, la oscuridad, la cancion
C Em Am G F
pero nunca supimos amar
C Em Am G F
Un amor que se murio no puede lastimar
C Em Am G F
nuestro amor que se perdio en el mar

Es de noche, hay silencio, necesito hablar
y una lluvia de invierno se quedo con mi soledad
el mundo podía desaparecer
mientras nuestra nabe volaba hacia nuevos lugares
buscabamos vida
tratamos de disimular, locura y propiedad
pero nunca supimos amar
un amor que se murio no puede lastimar
nuestro amor que se perdio en el mar

Malicia en tus sueños, me hacias volar
tu cuerpo y el mio guardaron secretos
y una rara armonia
Un amor que se murio no puede lastimar
si tu amor no se murio, por favor, donde esta?
Un amor que se murio no puede lastimar
nuestro amor que se perdio en el mar

Buscabamos vida

G      Em
I found a love for me
               C                         D
Darling just dive right in, and follow my lead
                G                 Em
Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet
          C                                  D
I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

                                 G
Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
              Em                     C               G  D
Not knowing what it was, I will not give you up this ti-ime
                   G                         Em
But darling just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
             C                  D
And in your eyes you’re holding mine

       Em   C            G          D              Em
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
C                G     D                Em
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
          C                G                 D              Em
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
         C                G        D             
But you heard it, darling you look perfect tonight

               G                    Em
Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
                C                                        D
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
           G             Em
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
         C                              D
To carry love, to carry children of our own

                              G                     Em 
We are still kids, but we’re so in love, fighting against all odds
                  C               G  D
I know that we’ll be alright this ti-ime
               G                            Em 
Darling just hold my hand, be my girl, I’ll be your man
          C              D
I see my future in your eyes



       Em   C            G          D              Em
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
C                G     D                Em
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
          C                G                 D               Em
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
         C                G        D             
But you heard it, darling you look perfect tonight

G Em C D 


       Em     C            G          D              Em
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
C                G     D                Em
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
          C                G                 D               Em
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
         C                G        D             
But you heard it, darling you look perfect tonight


Perfect

I'll Be Somewhere Listening For My Name
recorded by Bill Anderson
written by V.O. Stamps - J.B. Coats

G
When my Savior calls I will answer
        D7                  G
When He calls for me I will be there
        
When my Savior calls I will answer
        D7                         G
I'll be somewhere listening for my name

        C
I'll be somewhere listening
        G 
I'll be somewhere listening
        D7                      G 
I'll be somewhere listening for name
        C
I'll be somewhere listening
        G
I'll be somewhere listening
        D7                         G
I'll be somewhere listening for my name


If my heart is right when He calls me
      D7                    G
If my heart is right I will meet Him

If my heart is right when He calls me
        D7                         G
I'll be somewhere listening for my name

Repeat #2

 
If my robe is white when He calls me
      D7                   G   
If my robe is white I will hear

If my robe is white when He calls me
        D7                         G
I'll be somewhere listening for my name

Repeat #2

I'll Be Somewhere Listening For My Name

G    A    C    D
     
D                                     G
I went to a party at the local county jail
D                                              G
All the cons were dancing and the men began to wail
        A                              G
But the guys were indiscrete they were balling in the street
       D                  A             D    A
At the local dance at the local county jail
D                                                 G
Well the band were playing and the booze began to flow
D                                         G
But the sound came over on the police car radio
A                            G
Down at Precinct 49 having a tear gas of a time
D                                  A                      D   A
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the County Jail
 
Bm                                  G
load up load up load up with rubber bullets
Bm                               G
load up load up load up with rubber bullets
          Em                  A
I love to hear those convicts squeal
         Em                    A
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
       D                         A             D   A
But we can't have dancing at the local county jail

D                                                 G
Sergeant Baker and his men made a beeline for the jail
D                                              G
And for miles around you could hear the sirens wail
          A                                  G
There's a rumour going down death row that a fuse is going to blow
       D                A            D
At the local hop at the local county jail 
                                          Eb
What you gonna do about it what you gonna do
E
What you gonna do about it what you gonna do

G   A   C   D

D
Sergeant Baker started talking with a bullhorn in his hand
Dm
He was cool he was clear he was he was always in command
        G                               Em      A
He said blood will flow here padre 
Em        F#m          G
Padre you talk to your boys
G        A  D   A    D   Eb  Em F#m  C
Trust in me God will come to set you free 

F F# G G# A Bb B

D                                                       G
Well we don't understand why he called in the National Guard
D                                                     G
When Uncle Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard
A                   
We all got balls and brains
G
But some's got balls and chains
D                         A            D      A
At the local dance at the local county jail
Bm                                  G
Load up load up load up with rubber bullets
Bm                                  G
Load up load up load up with rubber bullets
      Em            A           Em               A
Is it really such a crime for a guy to spend his time
       D                  A            D
At the local dance at the local county jail
       D                  A            D
At the local dance at the local county jail 
                                       Eb
What you gonna do about what you gonna do
E
What you gonna do about it what you gonna do

G   A   C   D

Rubber Bullets

Hay que poner la cejilla en el tercer traste.
El LA se hace con cejilla en el quinto traste.


LAmaj7 C#m7
Hay un misterio que está creciendo
LAmaj7 C#m7
No tiene dueño solamente entre tú y yo
LAmaj7 C#m7
No tiene prisa, no vale dinero
LAmaj7 C#m7
No tiene remedio, nos contagia a los dos
FA# FA#
Lo tengo claro, sé lo que quiero
SI7 SI7
Vente conmigo que soy un bicho sincero

MI SI7 C#m7
Noche de calor bajo la luna
LA MI SI7
Navegar en tu sonrisa es mi locura
MI SI7 C#m7
Son tus labios rojos los que me embrujan
LA MI SI7
Pero más me vuelvo loco si te desnudas
LAmaj7 C#m7 LAmaj7 C#m7
Conmigo
LAmaj7 C#m7
Sigue el camino lleno de cuervos
LAmaj7 C#m7
No te despistes aunque hablen mal de mi
LAmaj7 C#m7
Vente conmigo seremos libres
LAmaj7 C#m7
Dame el veneno que me lleva a tu jardín
FA# FA#
Dame tu boca quítate la ropa
SI7 SI7
Te estoy hablando de cuidarnos toda la noche

MI SI7 C#m7
Noche de calor bajo la luna
LA MI SI7
Navegar en tu sonrisa es mi locura
MI SI7 C#m7
Son tus labios rojos los que me embrujan
LA MI SI7
Pero más me vuelvo loco si te desnudas
LAmaj7 C#m7 LAmaj7 C#m7
Conmigo vente conmigo
LA FA#
Sabes bien que en ningún lugar se está mejor que aquí
LA LA
La gente que murmura sin conciencia no tienen cura
FA#
Pero eso me da igual
MI FA#
No pienso cambiar este rato contigo, nena
SI7
Debajito de tu ombligo

MI SI7 C#m7
Noche de calor bajo la luna
LA MI SI7
Navegar en tu sonrisa es mi locura
MI SI7 C#m7
Son tus labios rojos los que me embrujan
LA MI SI7
Pero más me vuelvo loco si te desnudas
LAmaj7 C#m7 LAmaj7 C#m7
Conmigo Vente conmigo
LAmaj7 C#m7
Vente conmigo Vente conmigo, mujer
LAmaj7 C#m7
Hay un misterio que está creciendo
LAmaj7 C#m7
No tiene dueño solamente entre tú y yo

Noche de calor

Intro:        
D Gm D Gm


Verse:
D          Gm                D
 Never ending symptoms in my head
            Gm             D
We lay hollow in the emptiness
            Gm                     Bm
I'm too tired to push you from the bed



Pre-Chorus:
A#                 
 No more fighting
F
 No more fighting
Am               A#     
 No more fighting for us



Chorus:
F       Gm      D#  A#
Feel the void in our bed
    F      Gm       D#   A#
The space between is deafening
   F       Gm      Dm    A#
Oh we don't bend or break it
    F      Gm       D#   A#
The space between is deafening
    F      Gm       D#   A#
The space between is deafening



Verse:
D               Gm                    D
 No one's moving, we lack the courage to
                   Gm                  D
We lay in stalemate, wishing the other would
                   Gm                     Bm
But we're too tired, we're at the ember's core



Pre-Chorus:
A#                 
 No more fighting
F
 There’s no more fighting
Am                            A#     
 There’s no more fighting for us



Chorus:
F       Gm      D#  A#
Feel the void in our bed
    F      Gm       D#   A#
The space between is deafening
   F       Gm      Dm    A#
Oh we don't bend or break it
    F      Gm       D#   A#
The space between is deafening



Bridge:
Am       A#      Gm               C
 No more fighting, we've given up now
Dm            D#        A#
 Silence says more than words
Am     A#  Gm           C
 Imagination cures loneliness when
Dm            D#      A#
 You become a prisoner



Chorus:
F       Gm      D#  A#
Feel the void in our bed
    F      Gm       D#   A#
The space between is deafening
   F       Gm      Dm    A#
Oh we don't bend or break it
    F      Gm       D#   A#
The space between is deafening

Space Between

F                    G      C      Am G
The world is treating me bad... misery. 

C               F
I'm the kind of guy,
    C             F
Who never used to cry,
                         G      C     Am G
The world is treatin' me bad... misery

C                     F
I've lost her now for sure,
  C                F  
I won't see her no more,
                G       C
It's gonna be a drag... misery

Am                           C           
I'll remember all the little things we've done
Am                                 G         G7
Can't she see she'll always be the only one, only one.


C                F
Send her back to me,
       C            F
'Cause everyone can see
                   G     C
Without her I will be in misery


Am                           C
I'll remember ...


C                F
Send her back to me...

Misery

C                        F 
Back in the old folky days
Am            Em              D
The air was magic when we played
C                                   F
The river boat was rocking in the rain
Am                Em            D
Midnight was the time for the raid
G
Oh Isabella, Proud Isabella
Am
They tore you down and plowed you under
Bm                             C
You're only real with your makeup on
G                 D
How could I see you and stay too long

C                        F
All along the Navaho Trail
Am                  Em                 D
burnouts stub their toes on garbage pails
C                          F
Waitresses crying in the rain
Am                   Em                 D
Will their boyfriends pass this way again?
G 
Oh Mother Goose, she's on the skids
Am
the shoe* ain't happy neither are the kids  
Bm                        C
She needs someone that she can scream at
G                    D
And I'm such at heel for making her so bad

C                                F
I guess I'll call it sickness gone
Am                   Em                D
It's hard to say the meaning to this song
C                              F
An ambulance can only go so fast
Am               Em               D
It's easy to get buried in the past
C                                  F
When you try to make a good thing last
Am   Em   D

G
I saw today, in the entertainment section
Am
There's room at the top for private detection
Bm             C
To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter
G                    D
But it's either that or pay off the kidnappers
C                          F
So all you critics sit alone
Am                    Em                        D
You're no better than me for what  you've shown
C                                               F
With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams
Am                 Em               D
We could get together for some scenes

G
Well I'm up in T.O.  keepin' jive alive
Am
and out on the corner it's half past five
Bm                        C
But the subways are empty and so are the cafes
G                              D
Except for the Farmer's Market and I can still hear him sayin'
C                                  F
"You're all just pissin' in the wind
Am             Em             D
You don't know it but you are"
C                              F
And there ain't nothing like a friend
Am                           Em              D
Who can tell you you're just pissin' in the wind

G
I never knew a man could tell so many lies
Am
he had a different story for every set of eyes
Bm                  C
How can he remember who he's talking to?
G                        D                        G(hold)
Cause I know it ain't me and I hope it isn't you

Ambulance Blues

Gm 
Hoje eu tive um sonho que foi o mais bonito 
Que eu sonhei em toda a minha vida 
Sonhei que todo mundo vivia preocupado 
Tentando encontrar uma saída 
 Cm              G            Bb 
Quando em minha porta alguém tocou 
 D7                          Gm 
Sem que ela se abrisse ele entrou 
 Cm         F           Bb          Eb 
E era algo tão divino, luz em forma de menino 
 Ab                   D7 
Que uma canção me ensinou 
G 
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la 
                            D 
La la la la la la la la la la 
                            Gm 
La la la la la la la la la la 
 Gm 
Tinha na inocência a sabedoria 
Da simplicidade e me dizia 
Que tudo é mais forte quando todos cantam 
A mesma canção e que eu devia 
 Cm        F         Bb 
Ensinar a todos por ali 
  D7                            Gm 
E quantos mais houvessem para ouvir 
   Cm            F          Bb        Eb 
E a fé em cada coração, na força daquela canção 
  Ab                        D7 
Seria ouvida lá no céu por Deus 
 G 
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la 
                            D 
La la la la la la la la la la 
                            Gm 
La la la la la la la la la la 
 Gm 
E saí cantando meu pequeno hino 
Quando vi que alguém também cantava 
Vi minha esperança na voz de um menino 
Que sorrindo me acompanhava 
 Cm             F          Bb 
Outros que brincavam mais além 
   D7                         Gm 
Deixavam de brincar pra vir também 
   Cm           F          Bb        Eb 
E cada vez crescia mais aquele batalhão de paz 
 Ab                        D7 
Onde já marchavam mais de cem 
G 
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la 
                            D 
La la la la la la la la la la 
                            G  D#7 
La la la la la la la la la la 
 G#m 
De todos os lugares vinham aos milhares 
E em pouco tempo eram milhões 
Invadindo ruas, campos e cidades 
Espalhando amor aos corações 
 C#m           F#         B 
Em resposta o céu se iluminou 
 D#7                G#m 
Uma luz imensa apareceu 
 C#m               F#         B           E 
Tocaram fortes os sinos, os sons eram divinos 
  D#7                    G#m 
A paz tão esperada aconteceu 
  C#m           F#       B            E 
Inimigos se abraçaram e juntos festejaram 
  A                           D#7 
O bem maior, a paz, o amor e Deus 
 G# 
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la 
                           D# 
La la la la la la la la la la 
                           G# 
La la la la la la la la la la

A Guerra Dos Meninos

E B
Yo seré lo que tú quieras que sea
C#m G#m
seré tu amante cuando tú lo prefieras
A E B
cuando revientes en llantos róbame un abrazo tal vez algo más..
E B
No te preocupes por quitarme la vida
C#m G#m
me la devuelves cuando tu lo decidas
A E B
y que no importe si el viento en otro momento nos vuelve a juntar...

A B E
y ya no estás arañándome la espalda,
G#m A E B
no me importa lo que hagas, si tu quieres vuelveme a esperar
(E-B-C#m-G#m-A-E-B)x2
eh eh eh...

G#m A (B-A)
Si vuelvo a sufrir ...!que me coman a besos!
A E A E
doy gracias por amarme, y por abandonarme
A G#m A B E
en lugar de tu amor escogí una luz para poder consolarme

Yo seré lo que tu quieras ....
Yo seré lo que tú quieras...

Por el momento y situacion en la cual escuche este tema me senti un tonto
he jurado no volver a cometer los mismos errores del pasado
es mi turno de recompensarte por todo lo que hiciste por mí
ahora yo te la dedico KaRyKatu my liebe....

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