There And Now: Live In Vancouver

pre>d g d
Lost in the valley of vaults/dolls/oz(?)
G d g d
Fell from the path, it was nobody's fault
Bm a
That i was alone.
D g d
Time dripped from the trees
G - d
Left through the nail (i leapt through a lamp/land/lap(?) (?))
G d g a
I fell to my knees before the throne
Bm g bm
And the crown was covered jewels, sparkling schools
A
The beautiful faun/falls/(?)
G a
The magnificent battle was fought
Bm g a
And cinderella's soldier fish was caught
Bm a
And the lady from the lake
Bm a
Who helped me to escape
G em a
Led me to myself at last
Em a bm /a/d
Though i danced with the dolls in the doll house

G d g d
The flower fled from my feet,
G d g d
Tom sawyer voice through the hole of the key,
Bm a
Landed so gently.
D g d
Castles cover the cave,
G d g d
I had no choice, the visions were brave
Bm a
And the phantoms were friendly,
Bm g
And pirate jenny was dancing for pennies,
Bm a
The knucklebones tossed in a spin,
G a
There were silver songs on her skin.
Bm g a
And she wasn't caring when the ship came in.

And the lady from the lake
Helped me to escape
Led me to myself at last,
Though i danced with the dolls in the doll house


D g d
My costume dropped to the floor,
G d g d
Naked at last, i couldn't fight any-more,
Bm a
And the service was rendered.
D g d g d
A poem fell from the wine, buried the past.
G d bm a
The future was mine and the present sur-rendered.
Bm g
And the ballet master is beckoning faster,
Bm a g a
The ballerina was posed, in the fragile beauty we froze.
Bm g a
Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go.


And the lady from the lake
Who helped me to escape
Left me with myself at last
Though i danced with the doll in the doll house

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pre>intro : g f c d

G f c d
Meet the king of cowboys, he rides a pale pony
G f c d b
He fights the bad boys brings them to their knees
C
He patrols the highways from the air
D em
He keeps the country safe from long hair
Bb f g
I am the masculine american man
D c d c d
I kill therefore i am.

I don't like the black man, for he doesn't know his place
Take the back of my hand or i'll spray you with my mace
I'm as brave as any man can be
I find my courage through chemistry
I am the masculine american man
I kill therefore i am.

I don't like the students now, they don't have no respect
They don't like to work now, i think i'll wring their necks
They call me pig, although i'm underpaid
I'll show those faggots that i'm not afraid
I am the masculine american man
I kill therefore i am.

Farewell to the gangsters we don't need them anymore
We've got the police force, they're the ones who break the law
He's got a gun and he's a hater
He shoots first, he shoots later
I am the masculine american man
I kill therefore i am.


/pre>

pre>intro: g cm g cm g cm

G cm g cm
Show me a prison, show me a jail,

G em am d
Show me a prisoner whose face has gone pale

Em c am
And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
Bm g am d
And there but for fortune, may go you or i

Show me the alley, show me the train,
Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain,
And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, may go you or go i -- you and i.

Show me the whiskey stains on the floor,
Show me the dunken man as he stumbles out the door,
And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, may go you or go i -- you and i.

[extra verse... written by noel paul stookey]
Show me the famine, show me the frail
Eyes with no future that show how we failed
And i'll show you the children with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, go you or i.

Show me the country where bombs had to fall,
Show me the ruins of buildings once so tall,
And i'll show you a young land with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, go you or go i -- you and i.
You and i,
There but for fortune, go you or go i -- you and i.

Here it is in french (supplied by william curtis):

Je vois le prison
Je vois la nuit
Je vois le prisonnier qui pleure sa vie

Et je me dis souvent
Quand je m'endors dans tes bras
Ou va la chance, a toi ? a moi ?

Je vois des blessures
Jamais gueries
Je vois le vagabond
Quit dort sous la pluie

Je vois cet homme
Au coeur perdu
Qui boit pour ne plus voir
Ce qu'il est devenu

Je vois des villes
Dont les maisons
Un jour sous la guerre
Ont croule sans raison

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D g c d
Oh i marched to the battle of new orleans
G c d
At the end of the early british war
G c
The young land started growing
G
The young blood started flowing
C am d
But i ain't marchin' anymore

For i've killed my share of indians
In a thousand different fights
I was there at the little big horn
I heard many men lying
I saw many more dying
But i ain't marchin' anymore

C g
It's always the old to lead us to the war
C am d
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all

For i stole california from the mexican land
Fought in the bloody civil war
Yes i even killed my brother
And so many others
And i ain't marchin' anymore

For i marched to the battles of the german trench
In a war that was bound to end all wars
Oh i must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
But i ain't marchin' anymore

(chorus)

For i flew the final mission in the japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When i saw the cities burning
I knew that i was learning
That i ain't marchin' anymore

Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants,
United fruit screams at the cuban shore,
Call it "peace" or call it "treason,"
Call it "love" or call it "reason,"
But i ain't marchin' any more.


There seems to be a variety of opinions about the chords for this song. since i am not able to judge which is right, i will simply present all of them.

The first set of chords were provided by dave miller:

D g c d
Oh i marched to the battle of new orleans
G c d
At the end of the early british war
G c
The young land started growing
G
The young blood started flowing
C am d
But i ain't marchin' anymore

C g
It's always the old to lead us to the war
C am d
It's always the young to fall


Jeffrey shallit tells me that these are the correct chords:
D g c c/b d/a
Oh i marched to the battle of new orleans
G c c/b d/a
At the end of the early british war
G c
The young land started growing
F em
The young blood started flowing
Am c d
But i ain't marchin' anymore

Am g
It's always the old to lead us to the war
C em a
It's always the young to fall
C em
Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun
Am c d
Tell me is it worth it all

Simultaneously, i got a message from james barnett giving these chords:
G c d
Oh i marched to the battle of new orleans
G c d
At the end of the early british war
G c am
A young land started growing
F em
The young blood started flowing
Am d
But i ain't marchin' anymore

C g
It's always the old to lead us to the war
C em a
Always the young to fall
C bm em
Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun
C am d
Tell me was it worth it all

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E - a b7
And the ship sets the sail
G#m
They've lived the tale
C#m f#m
To carry to the shore
A6 e
Straining at the oars
G#7 c#m
Or staring from the rail
E -a b7
And the sea bids farewell
G#m
She waves in swells
C#m f#m
And sends them on their way
A6 e
Time has been her pay
G#7 c#m
And time will have to tell
A g#m
Soon your sailing will be over
D e b c#m
Come and take the pleasures of the har - bor

And the anchor hits the sand
The hungry hands
Have tied them to the port
The hour will be short
For leisure on the land
And the girls scent the air
They seem so fair
With paint on their face
Soft is their embrace
To lead them up the stairs
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

In the room dark and dim
Touch of skin
He asks her of her name
She answers with no shame
And not a sense of sin
Until the fingers draw the blinds
Sip of wine
The cigarette of doubt
The candle is blown out
The darkness is so kind
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

And the shadows frame the light
Same old sight
Thrill has blown away
Now all alone they lay
Two strangers in the night
Till his heart skips a beat
He's on his feet
To shipmates he must join
She's counting up the coins
He's swallowed by the street
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

In the bar hangs a cloud
The whiskey's loud
There's laughter in their eyes
The lonely in disguse
Are clinging to the crowd
And the bottle fills the glass
The haze is fast
He's trembling for the taste
Of passion gone to waste
In memories of the past
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

In the alley, red with rain
Cry of pain
For love was but a smile
Teasing all the while
Now dancing down the drain
'till the boys reach the dock
They gently mock
Lift him on their backs
Lay him on his rack
And leave beneath the light
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

And the ship sets the sail
They've lived the tale
To carry from the shore
Straining at the oars
Or staring from the rail
And the sea bids farewell
She waves in swells
And sends them on their way
Time has been her pay
And time will have to tell
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

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By alfred noyes
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Part one
I
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

Ii
He'd a french cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

Iii
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Iv
And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-

V
"one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, i'm after a prize to-night,
But i shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

Vi
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! his face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

Part two
I
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching-
Marching-marching-
King george's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

Ii
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

Iii
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say-
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

Iv
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
Years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! the trigger at least was hers!

V
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.

Vi
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! had they heard it? the horse-hoofs
Ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were they deaf that they did
Not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! she stood up strait and still!

Vii
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! tlot-tlot, in the echoing night
!
Nearer he came and nearer! her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

Viii
He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Ix
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

* * * * * *

X
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding-
Riding-riding-
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Xi
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.



By alfred noyes and phil ochs
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C em
The wind was a torrent of darkness
Am
Among the gusty trees
Em f
The moon was a ghostly galleon
Dm g7
Tossed upon cloudy seas
C em
And the road was a ribbon of moonlight
Am
Over the purple moor
F c e am
And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding
F c
Yes, the highwayman came riding
Dm g7
Up to the old inn door
Over the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the darkened yard
And he tapped with his whip at the window
But all was locked and barred
So he whistled a tune to the window
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black eyed daughter
Bess the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot
Into her long black hair
One kiss, my bonny sweetheart
For i'm after a prize tonight
But i shall be back with the yellow gold
Before the morning light
Yet if they press me sharply
Harry me through the day
Oh, then look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by moonlight
And i'll come to thee by moonlight
Though hell should bar the way
He did not come at the dawning
No, he did not come at the noon
And out of the tawny sunset
Before the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the purple moor
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching, marching
King george's men came marching
Up to the old inn door
And they bound the landlord's daughter
With many a sniggering jest
And they bound the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
"oh look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by moonlight
And i'll come to thee by moonlight
Though hell should bar the way"
Look for me by moonlight
Hoof beats ringing clear
Watch for me by moonlight
Were they deaf that they did not hear
For he rode on the gypsy highway
She breathed one final breath
Then her finger moved in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the moonlight
And warned him with her death
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the west
He did not know who stood
Out with her black hair a flowing down
Drenched with her own red blood
Oh not 'til the dawn had he heard it
And his face grew gray to hear
How bess the landlord's daughter
The landlord's black eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the moonlight
And died in the darkness there
C em
Back he spurred like a madman
Am
Shrieking a curse to the sky
Em f
With the white road smoking behind him
Dm g
And his rapier brandished high
C em
Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon
Am
Wine red his velvet coat
F c
When they shot him down on the highway
E am
Down like a dog on the highway
F c
And he lay in his blood on the highway
F g
With a bunch of lace at his throat
And still on a winter's night they say
When the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple moor
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman comes riding
Up to the old inn door. /pre>