Tonart: Ab major
Verse 1
F#m
I used to have a way with words,
G
F
my silver tongue, when I was young.
F#m
This is how I'd speak to them.
G
You alone are my treasure.
G
Shh, don't answer the phone.
F
G
F
There is nowhere else we need to be.
F#m
Em
G
Hold that stare.
F#
F
Let us freeze this feeling.
G
F#
G
F#
Trap it like a moth, wrap it in a cloth,
G
F
G
red wine, pale princess,
F#
F
incense burned.
E
F
G
They'd hang upon my every word.
Am
F
Then I wanted everyone to know my name,
F#
to worship an d despise me,
Bb
F#
G
Ten thousand fares on the Hudson train
F#m
To wait for hours in the driving rain
G
For half a chance to read my poems
F#m
F
I'd stand up on the stage alone
G
In metal folding chairs they'd sit
F#m
G
In wool and leather, candles lit
I'd go every Friday
F#
G
Over and over and over
G
Maltese falcon, Irish rover
F
G
Until they sat with mouths agape
Like baby birds
They'd hang upon
F
my every word
F#
G
F#
But that wasn't enough I needed a gang
G
We warped poems into songs
Am
And we'd all sing along
G
At the top of our lungs
We climbed each greasy rung
G
Rough -shot golden boys,
toast of the town,
Bb
A
But when a band implodes,
tales abound,
G
Am
This Felice or that Felice,
Meddlesome clowns,
meddlesome priests,
G
F#
Don't believe everything
you've heard,
G
F#
They'd hang upon our every word.
G
So now I sought a crown,
The dollar and the pound,
I hunted for a sound,
quiet, loud, quiet, loud.
G
Like the baying of a hound,
F#m
G
like the rustling of a gown.
Bb
Gm
Lily of the valley, Queen Anne's lace,
Bb
A
I haven't seen you face to face
G
Bb
Am
Come now, let us join the parade,
Bm
A
keep one hand in my hand
Am
Gm
and one hand on the blade.
G
F#
there are perils in these woods,
Bb
Am
businessmen who go in hoods,
G
F
a wonder to behold,
F#
Every record sold,
F#m
G
they'd hang upon my every word.
F
And a friend of mine said,
G
Am
you won't know alone
G
till you sit on a throne.
It wears you out.
F#
All I really want to do is be
that kid again,
G
F#
where anything can happen.
where no one knows me,
In pale forest light,
G
E#
And a glade of ferns,
G
when no one hears my every word.
When no one hears my
every word.
F#m
G
Mow's the cape, like baby birds,
they'd hang upon my every word.
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