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About Time

by Jan Hauenstein

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About Time 04:10
About Time Jan Hauenstein (C) (G) (Am) (Em) (F) (C/E) (F) (G/D) (C) Time is a (G)fire (Am)in which you (Em)burn (F) Time is a (C/E)teacher al(F)lows you to (G/D)learn (C) Time is a (G)liar (Am) makes you (Em)grieve (F) Time is a (C/E)preacher you (F)tend to be(G/D)lieve (C) Time is a (G)lover (Am)lost in the (Em)snow (F) Time is a (C/E)rose with (F)thorns that will (G/D)grow (C) Time is a (G)street knows (Am)only one (Em)way (F) Time has the (C/E)last word what(F)ever you (G/D)say (Em) Time is an anchor (Am) Time is a sail (Fj7) Time is a fair wind (G) Time is a snail (Cj7) Time´s what you keep (Aj7) Time´s what you spend (Fj7)Time´s the beginning (Fj9)Time is the (G/D)end (G4/D) (G/D) (C) Time´s of what (G)essence? (Am)Time stands its (Em)test (F) Time is a (C/E)young bird, (F)falls from the (G/D)nest (C) Time keeps a (G)secret time (Am)only will (Em)tell (F) Time´s running (C/E)out to (F)sound the last (G/D)bell (Em) Time is a giveaway that´s (Am)not really free (Fj7) Time is a river (G) rolls to the sea (Cj7) Time is a healer (Aj7) the wounds leave scars (Fj7) Time is a sailor (Fj9)gets drunk in (G/D)bars (G4/D) (G/D) (C) Time is a (G)young girl (Am)dances in (Em)spring (F) Time knows the (C/E)tunes it will (F)teach you to (G/D)sing (C) Time is a (G)temptress in (Am)silk and in (Em)lace (Fj7)Time knows the grin on what (Fj9)once was a (G/D)face (G4/D) (G/D) (C) Time is a (G)lover (Am) (Em) (F) Time is a (C/E)rose (F) (G/D) (C) Time is a (G)street knows (Am)only one (Em)way (F) Time has the (C/E)(hold)last word (G/D) (C) Written Friday, 30 March and Saturday, 31 March 2012, Özdere, Turkey Third chord on second and fourth lines of verses added Friday 13 April, suggested by Fred Grittner. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Changing Trains Words Fred Grittner/Music Jan Hauenstein On this (Am)train I´ve been (Fj7)traveling up and down this (Am)line, (Cj7)Staring through the windows at the (Am)rain, The wheels may be (Fj7)turning, but I´m standing (Am)still. When I (Cj7)try to move, I rub against the (Am)grain. (Fj7) Now the clouds are breaking, (Cj7)sun´s be(Em/B)ginning to (Bb)shine. I´ll be (Bb/E)running (Bb/D)down the (Bb)platform, (Bb/E)Leaving (Bb/D)it be(Bb)hind, I´ll (Bb/C)cut the (Am)cord. (Am7) (Am) (Am7) (Bb)No, I (Bb/E)can´t (Bb/D)re(Bb)main, (Bb/E)Dropping (Bb/D)all my (Bb)baggage, (Bb/C)Running (Am)hard (Am7) and running (Fj7)free, I won´t look (E)back, (E7)(hold) I´m changing (Am)trains. (Fj7) (Am) (C6) (Am) (Fj7) (Am) (C6) (Am) I never did con(Fj7)vince myself. I just went a(Am)long With (Cj7)everybody who seems to know the (Am)score. My hidden dreams of (Fj7)freedom keep pounding in my (Am)chest To a (Cj7)railroad beat that I can´t ig(Am)nore. (Fj7) Soon there will be parting, (Cj7)soon I (Em/B)will be (Bb)gone. I´ll be (Bb/E)running (Bb/D)down the (Bb)platform, (Bb/E)Leaving (Bb/D)it be(Bb)hind, I´ll (Bb/C)cut the (Am)cord. (Am7) (Am) (Am7) (Bb)No, I (Bb/E)can´t (Bb/D)re(Bb)main, (Bb/E)Dropping (Bb/D)all my (Bb)baggage, (Bb/C)Running (Am)hard (Am7) and running (Fj7)free, I won´t look (E)back, (E7)(hold) I´m changing (Am)trains. (Fj7) (Am) (C6) (Am) (Fj7) (Am) (C6) (Am) The blessings of il(Fj7)lusions, the awful curse of (Am)facts, (Cj7)Looking for a way to cut some (Am)slack. Some trains are built for (Fj7)distance, some trains are built for (Am)speed, (Cj7)Some trains are made to jump the (Am)track. (Fj7)Now the whistle´s blowing, (Cj7)train be(Em/B)ginning to (Bb)slow. I´ll be (Bb/E)running (Bb/D)down the (Bb)platform, (Bb/E)Leaving (Bb/D)it be(Bb)hind, I´ll (Bb/C)cut the (Am)cord. (Am7) (Am) (Am7) (Bb)No, I (Bb/E)can´t (Bb/D)re(Bb)main, (Bb/E)Dropping (Bb/D)all my (Bb)baggage, (Bb/C)Running (Am)hard (Am7) and running (Fj7)free, I won´t look (E)back, (E7)(hold) I´m changing (Am)trains. (Fj7) (Am) (C6) (Am) (Fj7) (Am) (C6) (Am) Words Fred Grittner, May 9, 1998, Music Jan Hauenstein, 26 March 2012, Özdere, Turkey Playing hint: high E-string rarely played on ‘one guitar’ version. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Edith Wharton's Figurines Suzanne Vega Capo 2nd fret for Suzanne Vega´s original song, I do not capo up. (G)Edith Wharton's (D)lovely figu(G)rines Still (C)speak to me to(G)day From their (D)mantelpiece in (Em)time, Where they (C)wrestle and they (G)play With passions (D)and with (G)prudences, (C)Finances and (G)fears, Her (D)face and what it's (Em)worth to her (Em/B)(Em/D) (C) In the passing of the (G)years. (C) See the portrait come to (D)life, See the vanity be(Em)hind, (B7) (C) ‘Cause in the struggle for sur(D)vival Love is ne(Em)ver blind. (B7) (hold) Now, O(G)livia lies (D)under anes(G)thesia, Her (C)wit and wonder (G)snuffed In a (D)routine ope(Em)ration, Her own (C)beauty not e(G)nough, Her passions (D)and her (G)prudences (C)Finances and (G)fears, Her (D)face and what it's (Em)worth to her (Em/B)(Em/D) (C) In the passing of the (G)years. (C) See the portrait come to (D)life, See the vanity be(Em)hind, (B7) (C) ‘Cause in the struggle for sur(D)vival Love is ne(Em)ver blind. (B7) (hold) (G)Edith Wharton's (D)lovely figu(G)rines Still (C)speak to me to(G)day From their (D)mantelpiece in (Em)time, Where they (C)wrestle and they (G)play. We lie (D)under anes(G)thesia, Our (C)wit and wonder (G)snuffed In our (D)routine ope(Em)rations, (Em/B)(Em/D) (C) Our own beauty not e(G)nough. © Suzanne Vega, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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The Ballad Of The Gamekeeper And The Countess Lyrics Bertolt Brecht, translation Jan Hauenstein, Music Paul Dessau, an adaptation of the 17th century Scottish ballad ‘Henry Martin’ (Am[5thfret]) (G) (F) (C)(Cadd9)(C) (G)(G4)(Am) (hold) There (Am)once was a countess, in (G)Sweden she (Am)lived, A beauty she (D)was, pale and (Am)white.(E7) Game(Am)keeper, gamekeeper, My garter´s come loose, it´s come (G7)loose, it is (C)loose.(E7) (F)Kneel down, game(C)keeper, and (G)bind it right (Am)tight. (hold) (Am[5thfret]) (G) (F) (C)(Cadd9)(C) (G)(G4)(Am) (hold) Mi(Am)lady, milady, don´t (G)look at me that (Am)way, I´ll serve ye right (D)well for my (Am)bread,(E7) Thy (Am)breasts are so white, But the axe bitter cold, it is (G7)cold, it´s so (C)cold,(E7) ´Tis (F)sweet to be (C)loved, but (G)bitter to be (Am)dead. (hold) (Am[5thfret]) (G) (F) (C)(Cadd9)(C) (G)(G4)(Am) (hold) The (Am)gamekeeper fled on the (G)very same (Am)night, He rode all the (D)way to the (Am)sea,(E7) Oh (Am)skipper, oh skipper now, Let your boat fly, let it (G7)fly, let it (C)fly,(E7) (F)Skipper, take (C)me to the (G)end of the (Am)sea! (hold) (Am[5thfret]) (G) (F) (C)(Cadd9)(C) (G)(G4)(Am) (hold) There (Am)once was a love between (G)vixen and (Am)cock, Oh golden boy, (D)do you love (Am)me?(E7) And the (Am)evening was fine, But then came the dawn, came the (G7)dawn, came the (C)dawn:(E7) His (F)glorious (C)feathers, see them (G)hang in the (Am)tree! (hold) (Am[5thfret]) (G) (F) (C)(Cadd9)(C) (G)(G4)(Am) (hold) © Bertolt Brecht/Paul Dessau, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de Die Ballade vom Förster und der Gräfin Bertolt Brecht/Paul Dessau Capo dritter Bund für Hannes Waders Version (Am[5thfret]) (G) (F) (C)(Cadd9)(C) (G)(G4)(Am) (hold) Es (Am)lebt´ eine Gräfin in (G)schwedischem (Am)Land, die war ja so (D)schön und so (Am)bleich.(E7) Herr (Am)Förster, Herr Förster! Mein Strumpfband ist los, es ist (G7)los, es ist (C)los.(E7) (F)Förster, knie (C)nieder und (G)bind es mir (Am)gleich! (hold) (Am[5thfret]) (G) (F) (C)(Cadd9)(C) (G)(G4)(Am) (hold) Frau (Am)Gräfin, Frau Gräfin, seht (G)so mich nicht (Am)an, ich diene euch (D)ja für mein (Am)Brot,(E7) eure (Am)Brüste sind weiß, doch das Handbeil ist kalt, es ist (G7)kalt, es ist (C)kalt.(E7) (F)Süß ist die (C)Liebe, doch (G)bitter der (Am)Tod. (hold) (Am[5thfret]) (G) (F) (C)(Cadd9)(C) (G)(G4)(Am) (hold) Der (Am)Förster, der floh in der (G)selbigen (Am)Nacht Er ritt bis hi(D)nab zu der (Am)See,(E7) Herr (Am)Schiffer, Herr Schiffer, nimm mich auf in dein Boot, in dein (G7)Boot, in dein (C)Boot.(E7) (F)Schiffer, ich (C)muss bis ans (G)Ende der (Am)See! (hold) (Am[5thfret]) (G) (F) (C)(Cadd9)(C) (G)(G4)(Am) (hold) Es war eine Lieb´ zwischen (G)Füchsin und Hahn: Oh, Goldener, (D)liebst du mich auch?(E7) Und (Am)fein war der Abend, doch dann kam die Früh, kam die (G7)Früh, kam die (C)Früh:(E7) (F)All seine (C)Federn, sie (G)hingen im (Am)Strauch! (hold) (Am[5thfret]) (G) (F) (C)(Cadd9)(C) (G)(G4)(Am) (hold) © Bertolt Brecht/Paul Dessau nach einer schottischen Ballade (Henry Martin), Alle Rechte vorbehalten, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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The Blues Comes Howling Jan Hauenstein (Em) (Am) (C) (D) (B7) (Em, bass run: E-B-E-B-E) (Gm, bass run: G-D-G-D-G) (Ebj7, bass run: Eb-A#-G-A#-G) Late at night (Em7)when I see (Gm6)I´m not quite the man I´d like to be, (Am7)Makes me feel like a (Bm7)fish in a sea Without (Em)water.(Em bass run: B-E-B-E) (Gm, bass run: G-D-G-D-G) (Ebj7, bass run: Eb-A#-G-A#-G) Late at night when the (Em7)blues comes creeping (Gm6)Blackness underneath the door comes seeping, (Am7)Into the hole in the (Bm7)floor I´m peeping, Like we (Em)ought to Do some(B7)times.(B7#5)(B7) The (Em)blues comes howling (Am)in the night Like a (C)frantic dog, like(D) nobody´s child, And it (B7)makes me crazy, and it (B7#5)makes me (B7)wild, (Em)oh… (Em bass run: B-E-B-E) (Gm, bass run: G-D-G-D-G) (Ebj7, bass run: Eb-A#-G-A#-G) (Em)Late at night when the (Em7)room starts to sway And I (Gm6)feel like something life lost along along the way, It´s (Am7)hard to keep the (Bm7)blues at bay. Nothing (Em)rhymes When it comes (B7)calling.(B7#5)(B7) (Em)Late at night with the (Em7)moon like a skull And my (Gm6)mind all blind and numb and dull, On a (Am7)flight through the night I´m a (Bm7)broken gull That´s (Em)falling And (B7)reeling.(B7#5)(B7) The (Em)blues comes howling (Am)in the night (C)And I don´t know (D)left from right, And it´s (B7)wailing like an a(B7#5)bandoned (B7)child When it comes (Em7)falling (A7) (B7) (hold) From the (Em)ceiling. (Em bass run: B-E-B-E) (Gm, bass run: G-D-G-D-G) (Ebj7, bass run: Eb-A#-G-A#-G) (Em, bass run:E-B-E-B-E-E) janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Chilly Winds 03:42
Chilly Winds John Stewart & John Phillips - Instrumental verse - Oh, I'm (G)goin' where them (A)chilly winds don't (D)blow, (G) Gonna find a (A)true love, (D) that is where I (G)want to go,(G/F#)(Em) Out where them (A)chilly winds don't (D)blow. (G)Leavin' in the springtime, (A)won't be back 'till (D)fall, (G) And if I can't for(A)get you, (D) I might not come (G)back at all,(G/F#)(Em) Out where them (A)chilly winds don't (D)blow. (G)Wish I was a headlight (A) on a westbound (D)train, (G) I'd shine my (A)light on (D) cool Colo(G)rado rain,(G/F#)(Em) Out where the (A)chilly winds don't (D)blow. Oh, I'm (G)goin' where them (A)chilly winds don't (D)blow, (G) Gonna find a (A)true love, (D)that is where I (G)want to go,(G/F#)(Em) Out where them (A)chilly winds don't (D)blow. (G)Sing you a song, (A)sing it soft and (D)low, (G)I´ll sing it for you, (A)baby, (D) and then I'll (G)have to go…(G/F#)(Em) (A) (D) - Instrumental verse - Oh, I'm (G)goin' where them (A)chilly winds don't (D)blow, (G) I´m gonna find a (A)true love, (D) that is where I (G)want to go,(G/F#)(Em) Out where them (A)chilly winds don't (D)blow, (Em) Out where them (A)chilly winds don´t (D)blow, (G) Out where them (A)chilly (A7) (hold) winds don´t (D)blow. (G) (A) (G) (D) © John Stewart & John Phillips, All Rights Reserved The way I play it. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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The Ant, Sir, Is Simple Jan Hauenstein Capo 4th fret (F) (C) (G) (hold) The answer is (C)simple, But the (F)sin, (G)Sir, is (C)ample, (F)And of my (C)ex, Sir, I will (Dm)send you a (G)sample. The (F)ant, Sir, is (C)simple, But it (E)is in my (Am)pants,(Am7) As (F)you can dis(C)cover with a (G)colorful glance. My (F)glands are dis(C)colored, Dis (F)color(G) is (C)red, As the (F)man from Ja(C)maica so (Dm)rightfully (G)said. Right (F)foolly, fool (C)Hardy, (E)Fool Laurel, (Am)too,(Am7) The (F)ants in my (C)pants have (G)moved to my shoe. (F)Laurel leaves, (C)Hardy, too, (F)Ants in my (C)shoe, (F)Aunts in my (C)pants, Hey, lay (G)off now, will you? Step, (F)mother, step, (C)father, Step (F)out of the (C)way, Is (F)nobody (C)listening to a (G)word that I say? The (E)glistening words Cascade (Am)into a void, Avoid (F)listening to (C)speech that (Dm)is too ab(G)soid, Ab(F)surd as a (C)dog turd, The (F)docs (G)did da (C)doo, What (F)am I to (C)do with the (G)aunts in my shoe? (F)Answer me (C)quickly, (F)Answer me (C)quick, Lee, (F)Answer with (C)quick glee, Answers blown a(G)lee, The (F)ant, Sir, is (G)blowin´ (G7)in the (C)wind, (C/B)(Am) The (F)ant, Sir, is (G)blowin´ (G7)in the (C)wind … Goettingen, words 02 December, music 03 December 2008 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Yonder Comes Ahmed Jan Hauenstein (Gj7) (Fj7) (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) (Cj7) (G) Yonder comes Ahmed, fourteen (F)years is his (C)age, He´s been (G)studying the Book (F)page by (G)page. He´s got the (Em)fire in his eyes, he´s (C)handsome and (D)sweet, He´s the (G)kind of boy all the (F)young girls (C) would like to (D)meet. (Gj7) (Fj7) (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) (Cj7) (G) Look, there is Ali, (F) reading The (C)Book, His (G)young boy´s face´s got that (F)far-off (G)look. He´s a (Em)diligent pupil, he´s as (C)good as they (D)come, When you (G)see him with his belt, it´ll (F)be too (C)late to (D)run. (Gj7) Soon they´ll be (Fj7)heroes, (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) (Gj7) Soon they´ll be (Fj7)martyrs. (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) (Cj7) (G) See Sheikh Abdallah, he´s (F)old and he´s (C)wise, (G)Preaching ´bout the shortcut to (F)Para(G)dise. “Take as (Em)many Unbelievers (C)with you as you (D)can When you (G)light the fuse (F) to the (C)Promised (D)Land.” (Gj7) Teaching the (Fj7)heroes, (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) (Gj7) Preaching to the (Fj7)martyrs. (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) (Cj7) (G) My name is Laila, yes, (F)I´m still too (C)young, But I´ve (G)got it all planned for the (F)day that will (G)come. I´ll go (Em)down to the market, (C)mingle with you (D)all, We´ll (G)all be ripped to pieces by that (F)red-hot (C) fire(D)ball. And I´ll be (Gj7)one of the (Fj7)heroes, (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) I´ll be (Gj7)one with the (Fj7)martyrs. (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) (Cj7) (Gj7) Eguisheim, France, Easter 2004 This is not fantasy. This is a report, poetic licence only concerning the names which I do not remember. A documentary on TV. The four people portrayed were there. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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The Gambler 04:56
The Gambler Music Achim Reichel, German lyrics Joerg Fauser, translation Jan Hauenstein (Em) (G)(A)(Em) (G)(A)(Em) In the middle of winter, in the (G)deep, (A)deep (Em)snow, In the wee hours of the night the casino lights still (Am)glow. The last (C)gambler at the table in the great big (Em)hall Has got (C)one last grand and he´s (B)waiting for the numbers to (Em) fall.(hold) He´s tried out all the numbers, lost on (G)eve(A)ry (Em)one, He knows losing now means he´d be good as (Am)gone. And when he (C)stretches out his hand to put his money down, He hears the (B)gamblers that were lost in the wind´s mournful sound… Hoo-oo, ha-ah, (Em)”Make your game, gambler, gambler, make your (Am)game, The (Em)game´s almost over, you see, gambler, make your (Am)game, ´Cause only (C)when you´ll have lost it (B)all, you´ll be (Em)free, ´Cause only (C)when you will have lost it (B)all, you´ll be (Em)free, free…” And the gambler hesitates, then he (G)makes (A)his (Em)game, Waits for the highest victory or for the deepest (Am)pain, Puts all his (C)money on the seventeen - and seventeen (Em)falls! (C)Thirty-five grand, just (B)hear how Lady Luck (Em)calls!(hold) Thirty-five grand, and they all (G)stare at (A)his (Em)face. But look at that madman, acting like he´s in a (Am)daze! He leaves it (C)all on that number, what a fool indeed, Then (B)‘rien ne vas plus’, and you can hear the gambler plead… Hoo-oo, ha-ah, (Em)”Make my day, lucky number, lucky number, make my (Am)day, The (Em)game´s never over, you see, lucky number, make my (Am)day, Just one more (C)time, (B)and I´ll be (Em)free, Just one more (C)time, (B)and I will be (Em)free.” (Am) (Em) (Am) (C#m) It´s still the middle of winter, still the (E)deep, (F#)deep (C#m)snow, And a luckless gambler can still bring you down so (F#m)low. In the (A)port the ships are howling, the seagulls (C#m)cry, The (A)dawn breaks cold and hard, hear the (G#)wind softly (C#m)sigh… sigh… The girl (Em)calls out to the gambler, “Boy, it´s (G)time (A)to (Em)go, You have lost so much, are you ready to (Am)blow?” And the (C)gambler looks up, his head still in a spin, And the (B)girl looks back, and she says with a grin… Hoo-oo, ha-ah, (Em)”Make your game, gambler, gambler, make your (Am)game, This (Em)game´s for free, you see, gambler, make your (Am)game, ´Cause only (C)when you will have won (B)me, you´ll be (Em)free, And (C)this game is played by (B)you and by (Em)me.” Faites vos jeux!… (D) Rien ne va plus… Dix-sept… © Achim Reichel/Joerg Fauser, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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The Trophies Of Love Rex De Long/Jan Hauenstein (C) You are a (Cj7)lady (F)known to turn (C)hearts, (Dm7)You turned mine (F)‘round and a(G)round, After (C)all of this (Cj7)time, my (F)heart is still (C)spinning, While (Dm7)you´re still the (F)lady no (G)man can pin down. (G7) And it (C)seems the (Cj7)only way (F)you can a(C)bide me Is (F)put me a(C)side on The (F)Mantle a(G)bove, (G4) And (C)there I will (Cj7)stand while you (F)choose to Re(C)member, (F)Gathering (C)dust with The (F)Trophies (G)of (C)Love. You were (Am)looking for (Am7)someone (Dm7)you’d never known, And (G)soon moved along to (Dm7)find or be (G)found, And I (Am)tried to for(Am7)get you, my (Dm7)lady, my (G)own, Who (Dm7)can´t be for(Cj7)gotten, de(Dm7)nied, slowly (G)drowned. All too (Cj7)soon, all too soon, too (F)early, too fast (Dm7)You said goodbye to what (G)I´d hoped would last, Felt so (Cj7)fine while it lasted, hurt so (F)bad when you went, Still, I (Dm7)do not regret those (G)days that we spent To(Am7)gether, and the nights, and the (Dm7)love that we (G)made, And the (Dm7)morning (Cj7)talks in the (Dm7)oak´s lazy (G)shade… Now it (C)seems the (Cj7)only way (F)you can a(C)bide me Is (F)put me a(C)side on The (F)Mantle a(G)bove, (G4) And (C)there I will (Cj7)stand while you (F)choose to Re(C)member, (F)Gathering (C)dust with The (F)Trophies (G)of (C)Love. Now you (Am)come just to (Am7)talk when (Dm7)another man´s gone, And I (G)sit there and listen, offer (Dm7)help when you (G)let me, I (Am)dream of what (Am7)might have been and you (Dm7)choose not to (G)notice, And (Dm7)often I (Cj7)hope you'll just (Dm7)choose to for(G)get me. And it (C)seems the (Cj7)only way (F)you can a(C)bide me Is (F)put me a(C)side on The (F)Mantle a(G)bove, (G4) And (C)there I will (Cj7)stand while you (F)choose to Re(C)member, (F)Gathering (C)dust with The (F)Trophies (G)of (C)Love. (hold) And it (C)seems the (Cj7)only way (F)you can a(C)bide me Is (F)put me a(C)side on The (F)Mantle a(G)bove, (G4) And (C)there I will (Cj7)stand while you (F)choose to Re(C)member, (F)Gathering (C)dust with The (F)Trophies (G)of (C)Love. (G) (G7) (C) Rex started the song some 25 years ago, just the chorus. I wrote the lyrics for the verses and bridges some months ago. We tweaked the lyrics and made the music for the verses and bridges here in Göttingen yesterday and today, 11 February 2012. We wrote the song in the key of C, I play in the key of G, below. janhauenstein@gmx.de The Trophies Of Love Rex De Long/Jan Hauenstein (G) You are a (Gj7)lady (C)known to turn (G)hearts, (Am7)You turned mine (C)‘round and a(D)round, After (G)all of this (Gj7)time, my (C)heart is still (G)spinning, While (Am7)you´re still the (C)lady no (D)man can pin down. (D7) And it (G)seems the (Gj7)only way (C)you can a(G)bide me Is (C)put me a(G)side on The (C)Mantle a(D)bove, (D4) And (G)there I will (Gj7)stand while you (C)choose to Re(G)member, (C)Gathering (G)dust with The (C)Trophies (D)of (G)Love. You were (Em)looking for (Em7)someone (Am7)you’d never known, And (D)soon moved along to (Am7)find or be (D)found, And I (Em)tried to for(Em7)get you, my (Am7)lady, my (D)own, Who (Am7)can´t be for(Gj7)gotten, de(Am7)nied, slowly (D)drowned. All too (Gj7)soon, all too soon, too (C)early, too fast (Am7)You said goodbye to what (D)I´d hoped would last, Felt so (Gj7)fine while it lasted, hurt so (C)bad when you went, Still, I (Am7)do not regret those (D)days that we spent To(Em7)gether, and the nights, and the (Am7)love that we (D)made, And the (Am7)morning (Gj7)talks in the (Am7)oak´s lazy (D)shade… Now it (G)seems the (Gj7)only way (C)you can a(G)bide me Is (C)put me a(G)side on The (C)Mantle a(D)bove, (D4) And (G)there I will (Gj7)stand while you (C)choose to Re(G)member, (C)Gathering (G)dust with The (C)Trophies (D)of (G)Love. Now you (Em)come just to (Em7)talk when (Am7)another man´s gone, And I (D)sit there and listen, offer (Am7)help when you (D)let me, I (Em)dream of what (Em7)might have been and you (Am7)choose not to (D)notice, And (Am7)often I (Gj7)hope you'll just (Am7)choose to for(D)get me. And it (G)seems the (Gj7)only way (C)you can a(G)bide me Is (C)put me a(G)side on The (C)Mantle a(D)bove, (D4) And (G)there I will (Gj7)stand while you (C)choose to Re(G)member, (C)Gathering (G)dust with The (C)Trophies (D)of (G)Love. (hold) And it (G)seems the (Gj7)only way (C)you can a(G)bide me Is (C)put me a(G)side on The (C)Mantle a(D)bove, (D4) And (G)there I will (Gj7)stand while you (C)choose to Re(G)member, (C)Gathering (G)dust with The (C)Trophies (D)of (G)Love. (D) (D7) (G) janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Lowertown 03:36
Lowertown Words Fred Grittner/Music Jan Hauenstein (Am) (Fj7) (E) (Am) (Fj7) (Fj9) (E) (E5add#11) Di(Em)vision Street (Em7)marks the spot Where (Am)life turns cold and (Am#5add5)starts to (Am)rot. No one says ‘for(Fj7)get me not’, Living from day to (E)day. (Em) Paper bag holds (Em7)muscatel, The (Am)only grip that (Am#5add5)they keep (Am)well. Ain´t no use for (Fj7)time to tell, (Fj7b5) Time has run a(E)way. (Am)Over the hill, (Fj7)under the weather, They (E)roost and nest, (Am)birds of a feather. (Fj7)In between fights, they (Fj9)stick together, Down in Lower(E)town. (E5add#11) The (Em)mission house can (Em7)be their home On (Am)nights when they can´t (Am#5add5)stand to (Am)roam, For Christmas they will (Fj7)get a comb. Courtesy of Jesus (E)Christ. (Em) They have no hope for (Em7)small rewards, No (Am)singing with the (Am#5add5) drinking (Am)gourd. The bus drive to the (Fj7)detox ward, (Fj7b5) A common sacri(E)fice. (Am)Over the hill, (Fj7)under the weather, They (E)roost and nest, (Am)birds of a feather. (Fj7)In between fights, they (Fj9)stick together, Down in Lower(E)town. (E/F) (E) (E/F) (E) When (Am)cars come through, they (C)pick up speed, (D)They never stop, they (Am)have no need. (Am7)They feel better as the (Fj7)blocks recede, They (Fj7b5)roll their windows (E)down. (E/F) (E) (E/F)(E/F) (E) The (Em)bearded ghosts and (Em7)castaways, The (Am)weak at heart, the (Am#5add5)muddy (Am)strays, The sideshow freaks who (Fj7)won´t obey Have (Fj7b5)found their common (E)ground. (Am)Over the hill, (Fj7)under the weather, They (E)roost and nest, (Am)birds of a feather. (Fj7)In between fights, they (Fj9)stick together, Down in Lower(E)town. (Am) (Fj7) (E) (Am) (Fj7) (Fj9) (E) (E5add#11) [rit.] (A-note on G-string) Words © Fred Grittner, 1990, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, Germany 23 March and Özdere, Turkey, 25 March 2012. Fred suggested adding intro and outro on 13 April. janhaunstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com E5add#11 E--x--------------- B------------------ G------3----------- D----2------------- A----2------------- E------------------ Am#5add5 E--1--------------- B--1--------------- G----2------------- D----2------------- A------------------ E--x--------------- Fj7b5 E------------------ B------------------ G----2------------- D------3----------- A--x--------------- E--x--------------- E/F E------------------ B------------------ G--1--------------- D------3----------- A--x--------------- E--x---------------
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Alexandra Leaving Leonard Cohen & Sharon Robinson (D) Suddenly the night has grown (Bm)colder, (A) The god of love pre(G)paring (A)to de(D)part, Alexandra hoisted on his (Bm)shoulder, (G) They slip between the sentries (A)of the he(D)art. Up(F#m)held by the simplicities of (G)pleasure They (Em)gain the light, they formlessly en(A)twine, (D) And, radiant beyond your widest (Bm)measure, (G) They fall among the voices (A)and the (D)wine. It's not a (G)trick, your (A)senses all de(Bm)ceiving, A fitful (G)dream the morning will ex(A)haust, Say good(D)bye (F#m7/C#) to (Bm)Ale(A)xandra (G)leaving, Then (G6)say goodbye to (A)Alexandra (D)lost. Even though she sleeps upon your (Bm)satin, (A) Even though she (G)wakes you (A)with a kis(D)s, Do not say the moment was i(Bm)magined, (A) Do not stoop to (G)strate(A)gies like (D)this. (F#m) As someone long prepared for this to (G)happen, (Em) Go firmly to the window. Drink it (A)in. Exquisite (D)music. Alexandra (Bm)laughing. (G) Your first commitments tan(A)gible a(D)gain. And you who (G)had the (A)honor of her (Bm)evening, And by that (G)honor had your own re(A)stored, Say good(D)bye (F#m7/C#) to (Bm)Ale(A)xandra (G)leaving, (G6) Alexandra (A)leaving with her (D)lord. Even though she (G)sleeps u(A)pon your (Bm)satin, Even though she (G)wakes you (A)with a (Bm)kiss, Do not say the (G)moment (A)was i(Bm)magined, Do not stoop to (Em)strategies like (A)this. (D) As someone long prepared for the oc(Bm)casion, (A) In full command of (G)every (A)plan you (D)wrecked, Do not choose a coward's expla(Bm)nation (A) That hides behind the (G)cause and (A)the ef(D)fect. And you who (G)were be(A)wildered by a (Bm)meaning, Whose code was (G)broken, crucifix un(A)crossed, Say good(D)bye (F#m7/C#) to (Bm)Ale(A)xandra (G)leaving, Then (G6)say goodbye to (A)Alexandra (D)lost. Say goodbye (F#m7/C#) to (Bm)Ale(A)xandra (G)leaving, Then (G6)say goodbye to (A)Alexandra (D)lost. © Leonard Cohen & Sharon Robinson, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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The First Time Words: Jan Hauenstein/Music: Michael Meding & Jan Hauenstein (Em7) (A7b9) (Dm7) (C#9#11) (Cj7) (A7) (D9) (G13) I (C)still recall the (C7)first time, Mm, (D7)mm, sweet, (G7)sweet,(bass G-A-B) A (C)girl let (C/B)me (Am)kiss her lips, It (D7)knocked me off my (G7)feet.(bass G-A-B) (C)Suddenly it (C7)all did start, The (F)angels sang, I (D7)went rock hard. A (C)thousand vi(C/B)o(Am)lins, The (F)earth com(G7)menced to (C)spin.(bass C-D-E) Her (F)greedy red lips (Fm)promised more, My (C)trousers seemed (C/B)quite (A7)narrow.(bass A-G#-G) Oh, (Am/F#)oh, sweet, (G7)sweet! It (F)thrilled me (G7)to the (C)marrow!(bass G-A-B)(C)(C/B)(A7)(A7/E)(Am/F#)(G7)(C)(bass G-A-B) And (C)I can still re(C7)member, (D7)Oh, oh, so (G7)good,(bass G-A-B) (C)How that lass (C/B)re(Am)sponded, Just (D7)like I´d hoped she (G7)would.(bass G-A-B) (C)When I laid my (C7)hand upon her breast, The (F)urgency when (D7)she undressed… The (C)sun burst in (C/B)my (Am)heart, The (F)best of (G7)all had (C)yet to start.(bass C-D-E) Her (F)greedy touch, it (Fm)promised all, My (C)senses reeled (C/B)be(A7)yond control,(A-G#-G) Mm (Am/F#)mm, so (G7)good! The (F)blood sang (G7)in my (C)soul. (bass G-A-B)(C)(C/B)(A7)(A7/E)(Am/F#)(G7)(C)(bass run G-A-B) And (C)then that buxom (C7)lassie, Mm (D7)mm, sweet de(G7)light,(bass G-A-B) She (C)spread her an(C/B)gel´s (Am)wings, It (D7)was a gorgeous (G7)sight.(bass G-A-B) She (C)touched me here, she (C7)touched me there, She (F)touched me almost (D7)everywhere, That (C)is, she could (C/B)not (Am)quite - My (F)trousers (G7)were too (C)tight.(bass C-D-E) We (F)strained and tore and (Fm)strained some more Un(C)til they were (C/B)dis(A7)carded,(bass A-G#-G) (Am/F#)Oh, sweet de(G7)light! We (F)were the (G7)hungry-(C)hearted!(bass G-A-B)(C)(C/B)(A7)(A7/E)(Am/F#) (G7)(C)(bass G-A-B) And (C)with us both with(C7)out our clothes, Mm (D7)mm, what (G7)next? (bass G-A-B) The (C)power surged (C/B)right (Am)through my veins, I (D7)felt quite over(G7)sexed…(bass G-A-B) And (C)then she said, ‘Not (C7)there!’ She (F)said, ‘How do you (D7)dare? What (C)do you take (C/B)me (Am)for? I´m a (F)decent (G7)girl, there (C)won´t be more!’(bass C-D-E) She (F)then left me all (Fm)stranded, (C)Bloodless and em(C/B)pty-(A7)handed.(bass A-G#-G) Oh, (Am/F#)oh, so (G7)sad! That´s (F)how my (G7)first time (C)ended.(bass G-A-B)(C)(C/B)(A7)(A7/E)(Am/F#) (G7)(C) (bass G-A-B)(C)(C/D)(C/E)(C) Late 80s. Not autobiographical, but rather graphical. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Misty Roses 02:14
Misty Roses Tim Hardin (Ej7) You look to (E7)me Like misty (A7)roses, (Aj7) Too soft to touch, (A7) But too lovely to (Ej7)leave alone. If I could (E7)be Like misty (A7)roses, (Aj7) I'd love you much, (A7) You're too lovely to (Ej7)leave alone. (Aj7) Flowers often cry, (Am7)But too late to find(D7) That their (Aj7)beauty has been lost With their (Am7)peace of mind. (Ej7) You look to (E7)me Like love for(A7)ever, (Aj7) Too good to last, (Am7) But too lovely (Ej7)not to try. If I be(E7)lieved In love for(A7)ever, (Aj7) I'd forget the past, (Am7) You're too lovely (Ej7)not to try. © Tim Hardin, All Rights Reserved The way I play it, a bit different from Tim Hardin´s original song. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Misty Roses Tim Hardin (Ej7) You look to (E7)me Like misty (Em7)roses, (Em6) (Aj7) Too soft to (A7)touch, (Am7) But too (Am6)lovely to (Ej7)leave alone. If I could (E7)be Like misty (Em7)roses, (Em6) (Aj7) I'd love you (A7)much, (Am7) You're too (Am6)lovely to (Ej7)leave alone. (Aj7) Flowers (A7)often cry, (Am7)But too late to find (Am6) That their (Ej7)beauty has been (E7)lost With their (Em7)peace of mind. (Em6) (Ej7) You look to (E7)me Like love for(Em7)ever, (Em6) (Aj7) Too good to (A7)last, (Am7) But too (Am6)lovely (Ej7)not to try. If I be(E7)lieved In love for(Em7)ever, (Em6) (Aj7) I'd forget the (A7)past, (Am7) You're too (Am6)lovely (Ej7)not to try. © Tim Hardin, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de
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Little Billy S. (The Happiest Boy) Jan Hauenstein (G)Little Billy (Em)S. Was the (Am7)happiest boy, I (D)guess, The (C)happiest boy (D)I ever (G)knew. (D7/4)(D7) He´d (G)dance, he´d laugh, he´d (Em)smile, He was (Am7)happy all the (D)while, (C) I don´t think I (D)ever saw him (Em)blue, (Am7) Quite unlike (D)me and, (D4)may(D)be, (G)you. (B7)“Uncle Hans, come (Em)play with me!” ´Twas (D)always such a (Em)joy to see My (Am)father play (C) with little (D)Billy. Much (B7)to the delight of the (Em)little boy My (D)father´d bring a (Em)cuddly toy And that (Am)bear or (Am7)sheep or (D)donkey Or (G)cat or (D/F#)dog or (Em)monkey Would do (Am)something so (D7/4)wonder(D7)fully (G)silly. (C)(D) (G) Little Billy (Em)S. Was the (Am7)happiest boy, I (D)guess, The (C)happiest boy (D)I ever (G)knew. (D7/4)(D7) He´d (G)dance, he´d laugh, he´d (Em)smile, He was (Am7)happy all the (D)while, (C) I don´t think I (D)ever saw him (Em)blue, (Am7) Quite unlike (D)me and, (D4)may(D)be, (G)you. (B7)What an ugly (Em)man-child, His (Am)nose was (Am7)runny, his (D)speech was wild, A (Am)hunchbacked (Am7)lump of a (D)man was little (Em)Billy. When his (B7)brother was born, the doctors (Em)didn´t wait, He was the (Am)little twin boy discovered (D)way too late, (Am) What a start in (Am7)life for little (D)Billy. (D4)(D) But that (C)slobbering little (D)boy Was his (G)parent´s (D/F#)pride and (Em)joy, What(Am)ever else he (C)was, he (C/E)was their (D)treasure, And they re(Am)warded his love with (C)patience Be(D)yond the widest (Em)measure. (Am)(Am7)(D)(D2)(D)(G) (Em) (Am)(Am7)(D)(D2)(D)(G) (D) Billy´s (G)aim in life, I (Em)guess Was the pur(Am7)suit of happi(D)ness, He was the (C)happiest boy (D) I ever (G)knew. (D7/4)(D7) He´d (G)smile, he´d love, he´d (Em)dance When(Am7)e´er he had the (D)chance, (C) I´m quite sure I (D)never saw him (Em)blue, (Am7) So unlike (D)me and, (D4)may(D)be, (G)you, (Em) (Am7) So unlike (D)me and, (D4)may(D)be,(hold) (G)you. (C)(hold) (D)(hold) (G)(hold) Saturday 31 March 2012, Özdere, Turkey, Tuesday 31 July 2012, Göttingen, Germany janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Here´s to You Rounders Don Lange (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G) (C)I never (C/B)knew my (Am)grand-dad,(Am/G) He was (F)always (G)on the (C)bum.(bass notes G-A-B) (C)Ev´ry Sep(C/B)tember he’d (Am)catch him a (Am/G)southbound And (F)ride.(G) Then, (Em)´long about Christmas, (C)me and my brother, We´d (F)get a few coins in the (G)mail. (C) We couldn’ t (C/B)spend ´em, It was (Am)all he could (Am/G)send From that (F) Mexico (G)City (C)jail. Back in the (C/B)thirties, when the (Am)going got (Am/G)rough, Old (F)grand-dad, (G)he hit the (C)road. (bass notes G-A-B) (C) Mother was (C/B)young then, she (Am)only re(Am/G)members His (F)name.(G) (Em)Granny got work in an (C)old canning factory, (F) Took in some wash on the (G)side. (C) Promised her(C/B)self she’d (Am)never for(Am/G)give him, A (F)promise she (G)kept till she (C)died.(bass notes: C-D-E) So (F)here’s to you (G)rounders and (C)here’s to you (Am)railroad bums, (G) Hope you´ll (F)make it home (C)soon. (bass notes: C-D-E) (F) Here’s to the (G)women who (C)marry for (Am)love And (G)live with the (F)man in the (C)moon.(C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G) Some(C)time near the (C/B)end he (Am)rolled into (Am/G)town, (F) Ridin’ on that (G)Greyhound (C)line.(bass notes G-A-B) (C)Guess he got (C/B)old and them (Am)boxcars were (Am/G)harder To (F)climb.(G) He (Em)used his last dime for a (C)call to my Granny, But (F)“No” was her only re(G)ply. She (C)hung up the (C/B)phone, she (Am)cursed him in (Am/G)German, But (F)I saw the (G)pain in her (C)eyes.(bass notes: C-D-E) So (F)here’s to you (G)rounders and (C)here’s to you (Am)railroad bums, (G) Hope you´ll (F)make it home (C)soon. (bass notes: C-D-E) (F) Here’s to the (G)women who (C)marry for (Am)love And (G)live with the (F)man in the (C)moon.(C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G) (C)I never (C/B)knew my (Am)grand-dad,(Am/G) He was (F)always (G)on the (C)bum. (bass notes G-A-B) (C) Salvation (C/B)Army (Am)sent us a (Am/G)note when he (F)died.(G) Now (Em)me and my brother, we (C)carry the memory Of a (F)face that we never have (G)seen, Like (C)some foreign (C/B)coin that lies (Am)cold in the (Am/G)pocket Of a (F)young boy’s (G)faded blue (C)jeans.(bass notes: C-D-E) So (F)here’s to you (G)rounders and (C)here’s to you (Am)railroad bums, (G) Hope you´ll (F)make it home (C)soon. (bass notes: C-D-E) (F) Here’s to the (G)women who (C)marry for (Am)love And (G)live with the (F)man in the (C)moon.(bass notes: C-D-E) (F)Here’s to you (G)rounders and (C)here’s to you (Am)railroad bums, (G) Hope you´ll (F)make it home (C)soon. (bass notes: C-D-E) (F) Here’s to the (G)women who (C)marry for (Am)love And (G)live with the (F)man in the (C)moon.(C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G) (C) Don Lange © 1985, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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released September 7, 2012

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Jan Hauenstein Göttingen, Germany

More than background music.
You'll hear folk, blues, jazzy songs, rock. Big voice. Albums recommended by Gordon Bok, Harvey Andrews, Jez Lowe and others.
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Why no free uploads? I cover songs. Register them with the German music rights agency GEMA. They hopefully reimburse the artists. The tax authorities demand that I make (not lose) a little money each year...
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