Tonart: C major•
Verse 1
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This is Christmas 1971,
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going to St. Mark's Poetry Project
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for the mass Christmas reading
C
that all the poets partook of.
In the church I wrote a blues song
to show the other poets what I could
do with song form, new music.
Come back, Christmas.
Christmas, come back,
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New York City died last year.
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B
big city died last year.
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Dead on her big stone feet,
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C
no light bulb shed one tear.
how come you're still comin' round?
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Historic reindeer flyin' the
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Anyway, you North Pole people
B
sure make a pretty sound
C
Bring me a big mass transport
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Garbage disposal system, too
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Clean my po lice force so my
Boyfriends won't sniff so much glue
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And I'll start giving presents
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And thank you for coming in blue
Last year I thought I'll never leave
Manhattan alive
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Year be fore brought up my vomit
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Next year if I'm here,
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I think I'll bring my beehive
C
B
Honey, oh honey, I know I'm makin' no sense,
no, not at all
B
forgive my anti -war grunts
Sugar, baby,
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Eb
B
this city stole my poetry pants
Merry Christmas,
don't take too much heart dope
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don't hang yourself with a rope
Manhattan reborn,
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B
C
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after I gave up all hope
Radiator cockroach,
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B
F
B
waving your horns at the wall
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C
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he'd better stay out there in the hall.
And then I went out after that
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with my guitar -playing boyfriend
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F#
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to taste the scene there
and hear what the loc
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al young guitarists were doing,
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Eb
and went to Feen John's
downstairs
in the basement on MacDougall Street,
and they asked us if we
wanted to do a set
among the amateur musicians
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that were coming up and playing for free on
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their loudspeaker sys tem
in the stone room basement downstairs.
So I said yeah,
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and while we were waiting to go on and do a turn,
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Gb
me and Gary, I wrote the next words.
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A
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Cb
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wanted to be a minstrel man
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Cb
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Dic tated epics in books
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Db
Ab
Inside a Volkswagen van
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Gray hair on my head
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I'm singin' the best that I can
Don't take me away, no
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Not yet, no Mr. Garbageman,
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like an old cigarette
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Not till I pick out a song
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I tried singing mantras,
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I tried singing out William Blake
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B
I tried mantra chanting,
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D#
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I tried tuning out old Holy Blake
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Now I'll sing him the blues
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if good God gives me a break
Back in the basement,
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guitars ringing all around
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Screaming in the basement,
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D
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guitars ring me all around
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I can only play three chords,
I can still will sing my way
Listen here children
I'm an old creep full of desire
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D
I got a big mouth
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Cb
Ab
It's because my heart is on fire
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Eb
If I can get hot,
you could sing like an angel choir.
That was January 1972.
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