Moonlight Dream John Stewart Capo 4th fret (C) (Am) (F) (C) (Am) (F) (G) (C) Lost in a (Am)paradise, (F) Tasting the (G)cream (Em) Falling like (Am)rain now (F) (G) In a moonlight (C)dream. (Am) (F) (G) (C) And the bright city (Am)skyline (F) Omaha (G)fate, (C) Cold dancing (Am)angels (F) Touching our (G)face, (C) Oh oh (Am)oh oh (F)oh, (G) In a moonlight (C)dream, (Am) (F) In a (G)moonlight (Cj7)dream. (Am) (F) (G) (F) ´N´ Tangerine (G)Betty (Em)With the cool yellow (Am)shades, (F) She was my (G)steady In the (Em)St. Augustine (Am)days. (F) Tangerine (G)Betty (Em) Cruising the (Am)scene (Am/G) (F) (G) In a moonlight (C)dream. (Am) (F) (G) (C) And the Miami (Am)skyline (F) Boulevard (G)queens, (C) Cold blue fla(Am)mingos (F) Holding the (G)dream, (Cj7) Mm mm (Am)mm mm mm mm (F)mm, (G) In a moonlight (Cj7)dream, (Am) (F) (G) In a moonlight (C)dream. (Am) (F) (G) (F) ´N´ Tangerine (G)Betty (Em) With the cool yellow (Am)shades, (F) And she was my (G)steady (Em) In the St. Augustine (Am)days. (F) Tangerine (G)Betty (Em) Cruising the (Am)scene (Am/G) (F) (G) In a moonlight (Cj7)dream, (Am) (F) (G) In a moonlight (Cj7)dream, (Am) (F) (G) In a moonlight (C)dream. (F) (Cj7/G) © John Stewart, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de, Charlie Woodward & Art Faller janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Little Bear Lusconi (Bunga, Bunga) Jan Hauenstein (C) (E7/B) (Am) (Dm) (G) (C) (E7/B) (Am) (Dm) (G) (G7) (G)(hold) (C) The little (E7/B)bear Lus(Am)coni (Dm)Rides a very young (G)pony Named (C)Ruby (E7/B)Ruba(Am)cuori, (Dm)Ah, ah, ah, a(G)mo(G7)re!(G) (F) The little pony (E7)Ruby, So (A7)young, but not a (D7)newbie, (F)Loves the (G)fat (G/B)bear´s (Am)money, (F)Whinnies, ‘Come here, my (G)honey (F)bun(G)ny!’(G7)(hold) (C) The little (E7/B)bear Lus(Am)coni, (Dm)Hot as a peppe(G)roni, (C)Hides his (E7/B)tiny maca(Am)roni In(Dm)side that little (G)pon(G7)y.(G) (G7) (G) (F) Bunga bunga, (E7)blue pill, (A7)Ruby´s boobies, (D7)what a thrill! (F)Little (G)bear (G/B)rides (Am)up quite a bill Till (F) macaroni (G)standstill.(F) (G) (G7)(hold) (C)Where did the (E7/B)bear get all the (Am)money? (Dm)Some bears may find it (G)funny, But (C)bear Lus(E7/B)coni owns a (Am)country (Dm)Down by the blue Adri(G)a(G7)tic (G)sea. (G7) (G) Many (C)bears in the (Am)country (F)love the little (G)bear, (F)Many other (C)bears (F)do not really (G)care, (C)But there are (Am)bears who (F)shout, ‘Un(G)fair!(hold) He´s a (F)lying, cheating (G)gang(F)ster (G)bear! (G7) (G) The (F)little bear is a (E7)little bit afraid, The (A7)little bear needs a (D7)lot of legal aid. The (F)courtroom (G)bears (G/B)are (Am)out to get his hide, Because (F)little bear Lusconi (G)bribed (F) and (G)lied.(G7)(hold) (C) The little (E7/B)bear Lus(Am)coni Is (Dm)really somewhat (G)phony, (C)New skin (E7/B)on his (Am)face, new hair, You (Dm)look like a zombie, you (G)dumbass (G7)bear!(G) (G7) (G) You (C)look like a (Am)zombie, you (F)dumbass (G)bear, You (F)look like a (C)zombie, you (F)rotten little (G)bear! You (C)look like a (Am)zombie, you (F)douchebag (G)bear, You (F)look like a zombie, you (G)stupid (G7)lit(G)tle (C)(hold)bear!(E7/B)(C) Goettingen, words Saturday, 03 August and music Sunday, 04 August 2013 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Walking Down The Corn (Song for Wyatt And Alex) Words Terry Lee Ransom/Music Jan Hauenstein (C)Wyatt and (G)Alex, (Am)this song is for (F)you. (G) (C) Walking down the (G)corn, (F) walking down the (Am)grain, (Em) Full of hope and (Am)foolishness, be(C)yond the fear and (G)pain, (F) Walking down the (Am)corn, (E)walking down (E/B)the (Am)grain. (A2) (Am) (C/B) (C)Summer days are long and (G)hot in the Iowa (Am)heartland, (Fj7) And (F)young boys will do (Am)anything for the (G)money for a spending (Am)spree, (C/B) So the (C)grain storage (G)companies will (Am)lure their eager helping (Fj7)hands, They´ll (Em7)do whatever it (Fj7)takes to keep the (G5)money flowing loose and (Am)free. (Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (C/B) “Just (C)roll the dice and (G)do the job,” says the (Am)foreman to the (Fj7)boys, “But (F)stay away from the (Am)center of (G)old bin number (Am)nine, (C/B) Just pre(C)tend you know what you (G)do (Am) and listen for the (Fj7)noise. No (Em7)need to use the (Fj7)safety gear, we (G5)do it all the (Am)time.” (Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (C/B) (C) Walking down the (G)corn, (F) walking down the (Am)grain, (Em) Full of hope and (Am)foolishness, be(C)yond the fear and (G)pain, (F) Walking down the (Am)corn…(E)(humming) (E/B) (Am) (A2) (Am) (C/B) They call it (C)walking down the (G)grain to keep the (Am)bins packed, (Fj7) It takes (F)willing young fools (Am)risking it all (G) to push it ‘round and (Am)‘round, (C/B) To (C)sift the corn in(G)to the chutes and (Am)keep the trucks moving (Fj7)back, So the (Em7)profits are high but you (Fj7)never ever (G5) spread the word a(Am)round. (Bb) People die in the (Am)corn for the (Fj7)money and the (G)time, People (Em7)die (G6)in the (Am)corn. (Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (C/B) (C)Wyatt Whitehead and (G)Alex Pacas, too (Am)young to vote or (Fj7)think, (F)Four stories (Am)high, they (G)climbed into the number nine (Am)bin, (C/B) And (C)no one warned their (G)innocence that (Am)they might begin to (Fj7)sink. The (Em7)corn will just (Fj7)grab your feet and (G5) suck you right on (Am)in. (Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (C/B) It took (C)six desperate (G)hours without (Am)hope of breath or (Fj7)rescue For those (F)boys to drown in the (Am)choking dust of the (G)old number nine (Am)bin. (C/B) They (C)tried to keep the (G)corn away from their (Am)faces, but they (Fj7)knew As (Em7)soon as their hands stopped (Fj7)moving, (G5) the grim reaper would (Am)win. (Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (C/B) (C) Walking down the (G)corn, (F) walking down the (Am)grain, (Em) Full of hope and (Am)foolishness, be(C)yond the fear and (G)pain, (F) Walking down the (Am)corn, (E)walking down (E/B)the (Am)grain. (A2) (Am) (C/B) The (C)trial never (G)blamed the (Am)Haasbach company (Fj7)bosses Though (F)Wyatt and Alex (Am)might have changed (G) the human (Am)race, (C/B) Just ig(C)noring the (G)dead, (Am) counting nothing but their (Fj7)losses, (Em7)No one paid for these (Fj7)crimes of greed (G5) or even tried to hide their (Am)face. (Bb) Young boys died in the (Am)corn for the (Fj7)money and the (G)greed, Young boys (Em7)die (G6)in the (Am)corn. (Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (Am/E)(Am/G) (Am) Words © 2014 Terry Lee Ransom, Music and minor lyrics changes Jan Hauenstein, Lara, Turkey, 05 April 2014 and Goettingen, 06 May 2014 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Two Beasts Biting Jan Hauenstein (Em) (D) (C) (B7) (Em)Two beasts biting, the (D)booze and the blues, You (C)don´t know what it´s like till you (B7)walked in those shoes. (Em)One feeds the other, they´re (G)fearsome and strong, Only (D)you can decide (B7) for how long There´ll be (Em)two beasts biting, the (D)blues and the booze, So (C)hard to win, so (B7)(hold)easy, so easy to (Em)lose. (D) (C) (B7) (Am)Wake up around midday, (Fj7)head in a spin, So (G)easy to lose, so (Am)hard to win, And the (D)hunger is there, a (F)craving so strong, And I (Am)know, I just know (E) I may not last (Am)long. (Fj7) (G) (Am)(E) Have (Am)learned how to function, think (Fj7)no one will know What´s (G)on my mind when a-(Am)walking I go, Said I (D)need some fresh air, they won´t (F)see my despair, I (Am)need a refill, my (E)best friends are waiting (Am)there…(Fj7) (G)(G/F#) There´s (Em)Johnny, there´s Jack and the (G)Wild Bird, too, And (D)Jamie´s sons and (B7)Tullamore´s Dew, There´s the (Em)lesser gods, the (G)brandy, the gin, So (D)easy to lose, (B7) so hard to (Em)win. (D) (C) (B7) (Em) It´s (Am)rare that I win, I´m so (Fj7)proud when I can (G)Walk past that door and re(Am)turn again Without (D)booze on my breath and a (F)pallor like death, It´s the (Am)only time (E) I can get a little (Am)rest (Fj7) (G)(G/F#) From the (Em)two beasts biting, the (D)booze and the blues, You (C)don´t know what it´s like till you (B7)walked in those shoes. (Em)One feeds the other, they´re (G)fearsome and strong, Only (D)you can decide (B7) for how long There´ll be (Em)two beasts biting, the (D)blues and the booze, So (C)hard to win, (B7)(hold) so easy to (Em)lose. (D) (C) (B7) But then the (Am)night comes a-falling and the (Fj7)Blues is waiting there, Sitting (G)on my bed or (Am)in my favorite chair. The (D)Blues knows the answers, but she (F)never shares, She´s (Am)feeding on the darkness of a (E)soul laid (Am)bare. (Fj7) (G) (Am)(E) She (Am)comes on so strong, there´s a (Fj7)bottle in her hand, Says, (G)“Here comes something good, come (Am)here, my little man, Take a (D)sip now, feel better, one (F)more, my little one, I´ve (Am)come to make you feel so(E)(hold) comfortably (Am)numb.” (Fj7) (G)(G/F#) There´s (Em)two beasts biting, the (D)booze and the blues, You (C)don´t know what it´s like till you (B7)walked in those shoes. (Em)One feeds the other, they´re (G)fearsome and strong, Maybe (D)you can´t decide (B7) for how long There´ll be (Em)two beasts biting, the (D)blues and the booze, So (C)hard to win, (B7)(hold) so easy to lose. (Em) Words Goettingen, 08 February 2014, additional words and music, Lara, Turkey, 13 & 15 April 2014 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Margarita Harvey Andrews (C) (C/D) (C/E) (F) (F/E) (Dm) (Dm/E) (Dm/F) (Gm) (Gm/F) (C/E) (C) (C/D) (C/E) (F) (F/E) (Dm) (Dm/E) (Dm/F) (Gm) (G7) (C)(hold) They're playing our (F)song, Mar(F/E)ga(Dm)rita, Dance (Dm/E)it (Dm/F)this (Gm)last time (Gm/F)with (C/E)me, (C)It (C/D)won't (C/E)be (F)long, Mar(F/E)ga(Dm)rita, So(Dm/E)on (Dm/F)I'll (Gm)be (G7)over(C)seas. (C/D)Let (C/E)me (F)know that you'll (A)care, When I've (Dm)gone over (Bb)there, They're playing our (F)song, (F/E)Mar(F/D)ga(C)rita, Dance (C/D)it (C/E)this (F)last (Bb)time with (F)me. (C)Kiss (C/D)me (C/E)a(F)gain, Mar(F/E)ga(Dm)rita, Give (Dm/E)me (Dm/F)a (Gm)memory (Gm/F)of (C/E)you, (C)They (C/D)say (C/E)in (F)France, Mar(F/E)ga(Dm)rita, (Dm/E)One (Dm/F)more (Gm)push, (G7)we'll be (C)through! (C/D)Yes, (C/E)I'll (F)write, but where (A)from? All they'll (Dm)say is ‘The (Bb)Somme’, So kiss me a(F)gain, (F/E)Mar(F/D)ga(C)rita, Give (C/D)me (C/E)a (F)memo(Bb)ry of (F)(hold) you. (F)It's a (F/E)ew (Dm)world, Marga(Gm)rita, We'll (C)build (C/D)when (C/E)it's (F)through, (F/A)In that (F/G)new (Dm/A)world, Marga(Gm)rita, We'll be (G7)wed, me and (C)(hold) you. (C)My (C/D)old (C/E)great-(F)aunt Mar(F/E)ga(Dm)rita, (Dm/E)She'd (Dm/F)been (Gm)blind thir(Gm/F)ty (C/E)years, (C)Would tell (C/D)me (C/E)of (F)young Mar(F/E)ga(Dm)rita, (Dm/E)Of (Dm/F)her (Gm)man (G7)and her (C)tears. (C/D)She (C/E)would (F)say, "He was (A)tall, There's his (Dm)picture on the (Bb)wall." My old great-(F)aunt (F/E)Mar(F/D)ga(C)rita, (C/D)She'd (C/E)been (F)blind (Bb)thirty (F)years. (C)Sh(C/D)e (C/E)would (F)ask, "Is (F/E)he (Dm)smiling?" (Dm/E)I (Dm/F)would (Gm)stare at (Gm/F)the (C/E)frame, (C) (C/D)But (C/E)the (F)sun was (F/E)there (Dm)shining (Dm/E)Through (Dm/F)her (Gm)win(G7)dow a(C)gain, (C/D)Where (C/E)that (F)sun always (A)shone, He had (Dm)faded and (Bb)gone. But she would (F)ask, "(F/E)Is (F/D)he (C)smiling?" (C/D)I (C/E)would (F)say, (Bb) "He's the (F)(hold) same." (F)It's a (F/E)ew (Dm)world, Marga(Gm)rita, We'll (C)build (C/D)when (C/E)it's (F)through, (F/A)In that (F/G)new (Dm/A)world, Marga(Gm)rita, We'll be (G7)wed, me and (C)(hold) you. They're (C)play(C/D)ing (C/E)our (F)song, Mar(F/E)ga(Dm)rita, Dance (Dm/E)it (Dm/F)this (Gm)last time (Gm/F)with (C/E)me, (C)It (C/D)won't (C/E)be (F)long, Mar(F/E)ga(Dm)rita, So(Dm/E)on (Dm/F)I'll (Gm)be (G7)over(C)seas. (C/D)Let (C/E)me (F)know that you'll (A)care, When I've (Dm)gone over (Bb)there, They're playing our (F)song, (F/E)Mar(F/D)ga(C)rita, Dance (C/D)it (C/E)this (F)last (Bb)time with (F)(hold)me, Dance it this (F)last (Bb)time with (F)me. © Harvey Andrews, All Rights Reserved. The way I play it. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Just A Little Pink Gun Jan Hauenstein (C) (A7b9) (Dm7) (G)(hold) Little Pink (C)Gun, it´s just a Little Pink (F)Gun, You can have such (C)fun (G) with a Little Pink (C)Gun! (G)(hold) Make your child shriek with (C)joy With that Little Pink (F)Toy, Self-defense for every (C)girl and boy, Buy a (G)(hold)Little Pink Gift for Susie and Roy! There, that little black (C)cat! We can practice till it´s (F)dead, Put a bullet in its (C)head (G) With your Little Pink (C)Gun. (A7b9) (Dm7) (G)(hold) My sweet honey (C)bun, you can have such (F)fun When you play out in the (C)sun (G) with your Little Pink (C)Gun! (G)(hold) A (Am)Little Pink Glock Is (F)something you can shock (C)Someone with, And that (Am)Pink AK-47 (F)Can send someone to heaven, (C)It just takes the (G)piss! Pink (F)‘Mother Teresa in(C)spired’ rocket launcher Can e(F)radicate a small (C)village, won´tcher Con(G)sider this? (hold) Oh, what little pink bliss!(C) (A7b9) (Dm7) (G)(hold) My sweet honey (C)bun, you can have such (F)fun When you play out in the (C)sun (G) with your Little Pink (C)Gun! (G)(hold) - Instrumental verse - Yeah, sometimes shit (C)happens With those Little Pink (F)Weapons, When you leave them lying (C)´round And your little boy is (G)(hold)found (G)(hold)Dead With a bullet in his head. Was just a Little Pink (C)Gun, just a Little Pink (F)Gun Killed a little black (C)kid, (G) that´s what it (C)(hold)did.(G)(hold) (C) (A7b9) (Dm7) (G) (C) Jan Hauenstein, Lara, Turkey, 10 April 2014 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

In The Fading Light Jan Hauenstein (C) (Em) (F) (C) (F) (Cj7) (Cj7/E) (Fj7) (G) (G*) (G) (C) In the fading (Em)light (F) Of a fading (C)room (F) Lies an old, old (Cj7)woman(Cj7/E) (Fj7) In the fading (G)gloom, (G7) (C) And her (Em)thoughts (F) Are far a(C)way, (F) They smile at the (Cj7)faces (Cj7/E)Of a (Fj7) long-gone (G)day. (G*)And (G)she (C)asks, (Fj7) (C) “Where is that (Fj7)dress That my (Em)great-great-great-grand(Am)father bought, The (Fj7)one that makes me look the (G)best?” And (G7)she (C)says,(Fj7) (C) “Find my passport for (Fj7)me. The (Em)Russian general is (Am)waiting In his (Fj7)palace (Fadd9) (Fj7)by the (G)sea.”(G*) (G) (C) But in the fading (Em)light (F) Of a fading (C)day (F) Lies the old, old (Cj7)woman,(Cj7/E) (Fj7) And I hear her (G)say, She says, “Too (Am)much, Too (Em)long, And I (Fj7)wish (Fadd9) (Fj7)I were (G)gone.” (G7) (C) (Em) (F) (C) (F) (Cj7) (Cj7/E) (Fj7) (G) (G7) (C) And her body (Em)fades, (F) Joins her (C)mind, (F) And I (Cj7)think(Cj7/E) (Fj7) Death, come (G)soon, And please, be (Cj7)kind,(Cj7/E) Be (Fj7)kind, Be (Cj7)kind. (single notes g-f on high E-string) (Cj7) Goettingen, 07 March 2014 G*: add high A-note on high E-string Intro, verses and instrumental verse, the Em-chord and the second C-chord: bass notes embellished by hammering on E-note on empty D-string. You´ll hear. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Toy Balloon Bert Jansch Capo 4th fret to play along with Bert´s original song (G) (G5) (C) (Cadd9) (G) (G5) (C) (Cadd9) (G) (G5) (C) (Cadd9) (G°) (D) (G) I´m a toy bal(G5)loon on a windy (C)day,(Cadd9) (G) Let go of the (G5)string, babe, I´ll blow a(C)way(Cadd9) (G°) Up over the chimney (D)tops, Just (Em)floating in that hot summer (Fj7)air. If I (Em)come to land, only God knows (G)where(G5) Or (C)when(Cadd9) it´ll (G)be, (G5) Little (C)one. (Cadd9) (G°) Will you remember (D)me? (G) (G5) (C) (Cadd9) (G) (G5) (C) (Cadd9) (G°) (D) (G) I´m a bumble (G5)bee on a busy (C)day,(Cadd9) (G) Got to catch the (G5)colours along the (C)way,(Cadd9) (G°) Down to the flowery (D)garden Where prim(Em)roses and violets (Fj7)blue, Such (Em)pretty flowers, but not as nice as (G)you(G5) Are to(C)day,(Cadd9) I love (G)you, (G5) Little (C)one.(Cadd9) (G°) Will you remember (D)me? (G) (G5) (C) (Cadd9) (G) (G5) (C) (Cadd9) (G°) (D) (Em) (Fj7) (Em) (G) (G5) (C) (Cadd9) (G) (G5) (C) (Cadd9) (G°) (D) (G) I´m a skylark (G5)high o´er the (C)ground,(Cadd9) (G) I fill the (G5)air with the sweetest (C)sounds.(Cadd9) (G°) Look up and see me (D)dancing, (Em)Helter-skelter and a-(Fj7)tumbling. If you (Em)listen close, you can hear me (G)sing(G5) My (C)song(Cadd9) of (G)love(G5) For (C)you.(Cadd9) (G°) Will you remember (D)me? (G) (G5) (C) (Cadd9) (G) (G5) (C) (Cadd9) (G°) (D) (G) I´m a toy bal(G5)loon on a windy (C)day,(Cadd9) (G) Let go of the (G5)string, babe, I´ll blow a(C)way(Cadd9) (G°) Up over the chimney (D)tops, Just (Em)floating in that hot summer (Fj7)air. If I (Em)come to land, only God knows (G)where(G5) Or (C)when(Cadd9) it´ll (G)be, (G5) Little (C)one. (Cadd9) (G°) Will you remember (D)me? (G) (G5) (C) (Cadd9) (G) (G5) (C) (Cadd9) (G°) (D) (G) © Bert Jansch, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com G° E------3----------- B----2------------- G------3----------- D----2------------- A--x--------------- E-----(3)-----------

Predrag Pasic´s Claim To Fame Jan Hauenstein (C) (F) (C) (G) (C)Predrag Pasic (G)was a fine (F)player in his (C)time, He (Am)had the touch, he (F)had finesse, his (C)instinct was su(G)blime. He was (C)chosen for the Yugo(F)slavian team, the World (G)Championship in (C)Spain, Being (F)magic with a (C)football was (G)Predrag’s claim to (C)fame. He (F)started playing the (C)game as a (G)boy in Sara(Am)jevo, When (F)he was six or (C)seven, a (F)long, long time a(G)go. It was a (E)long, long, (Am)long, long time, a (E)long time before the (Am)shame, (F)Serbs or Bosniaks, (C)Muslims or Christians, all the (G)boys cared for was the (C)game. (F) (C) (F) (G) They (C)saw the churches (G)and the mosques, heard the (F)muezzin and the (C)bell, When they (Am)put the ball in the (F)back of the net, the (C)boys got along so (G)well. But (C)time passes as it (F)always does, and (G)boys will become (C)men, In the (F)90s in Yugos(C)lavia, nationa(G)lism reared its ugly head a(C)gain. (F)Karadzic and (C)Mladic, (G)Tudjman and Mi(Am)losevic, (F)Babic and (C)Hazic, (F)Seselj and Kova(G)cevic, (E)Long is the list of war (Am)criminals, (E)long is the list of (Am)shame, (F)No time to think of (C)little boys (G)playing their beloved (C)game. It was the (F)time of the siege of Sara(C)jevo, the (F)year was 9(C)3. An an(F)nouncement on the (C)radio: (F)‘Come and play football with (G)me. (F)Boys, come and join my (C)football school, Predrag (Am)Pasic is my (G)name, (F)No matter who your (C)parents are, all we’ll (F)care for is the (G)game.’ (C) (F) (C) (G) (C)Silent were the bells and the (G)muezzin, so much (F)louder were the (C)guns, But (Am)hundreds of young boys braved the (F)deadly streets (C)just to have a little (G)fun. (C)Hungry and weary, (F)shell-shocked and traumatized (G)were those little (Am)fools, But they (F)ran past the snipers (C)hiding in the buildings To (G)‘Bubamara’, Predrag Pasic’s (C)football (G)school. (C)Thousands of boys learned to (G)pass the ball, to (F)work as a team, to (C)score, They (Am)learned all the many (F)little tricks, (C)but they learned so much (G)more, Predrag (C)gave them the chance to learn (F)languages, made them (G)ready for the world, you (C)see, How (F)he could pull that off in a (C)world gone mad is a (G)miracle to (C)me. (F)Ten years of ugly (C)civil war, (G)ten years of blood and shame and (Am)gore, (F)Ten years of rape and (C)murder and fire, the (F)rifles’ crack and the (G)cannons’ roar, And he (E)taught the boys what a (Am)man can be, (E)taught them how to play that (Am)game, Being (F)magic with the boys in (C)Sarajevo is (G)Predrag’s claim to (C)fame. (F) (C) (F) (G) (C)Now it’s twenty years (G)later, (F)ten years of fragile (C)peace, (Am)Predrag looks at Buba(F)mara’s pitch and (C)this is what he (G)sees: There are (C)private guards with (F)guns, there´s a (G)padlock on the (C)gate, (F)All because of (C)local politicians with (G)hearts that are filled with (Am)hate. Nationa(E)lism and stupidity are (Am)hard to kill, they (E)live in ugly hearts, maybe (Am)always will, But they (F)cannot undo what (C)Predrag did, he´s a (E)hero in the heart of so (Am)many kids. And he (F)taught the boys what a (C)man can be, (F)taught them how to play life’s (C)game, Being (F)magic with the boys in (C)Sarajevo is (G)Predrag’s claim to (Am)fame. Being (F)magic with the boys in (C)Sarajevo is (G)Predrag’s claim to (C)fame. Words and music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, September 2014 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Hanford Words Brad DeLong, Music Jan Hauenstein (C) (G) (Am7) (D) There is a (G)paradise in (C)Idaho with (D)mountains to the (Em)sky, With (C)forests to the (G)river’s edge, the (Am7)air is crisp and (D)dry; The (G)deer produce their (C)little ones, spotted (D)spirits prancing (Em)free, They (C)flash across a (G)bright sunbeam, then (Am7)dart behind a (D)tree. But (B7)to the West a (Em)shadow lies, rusting (Am)tanks in underground (D)rows That (C)once produced the (G)power it took to (D)vaporize our (Em)foes. A(B7)bandoned now, their (Em)nuclear guts seep (Am)deep into the (D)soil, (C)Oozing toward the Co(G)lumbia, whose (D)waters soon may (Em)boil. (C) (Em) (D) (C) (D) (Em) (C)(D) (G)Forty billion (C)dollars might as (D)well have been a (Em)dime, They (C)haven’t even (G)made a dent in the (Am7)radioactive (D)slime. There’s (G)still more than fifty million (C)gallons of (D)glowing poison (Em)goo, (C)Politicians (G)wring their hands and (Am7)don’t know what to (D)do. So they (B7)cut the cost of (Em)cleanup to (Am)patronize their (D)base, They (C)fire any safety (G)experts who (D)try to make a (Em)case (B7)For the costly tech(Em)nology re(Am)quired to clean up the (D)mess, So the (C)project stalls, what´ll (G)happen next (D) is anybody´s (Em)guess. (C) (Em) (D) (C) (D) (Em) (C) (D) (G)Nagasaki, Hi(D)roshima, (C)Chernobyl, Fu(D6/B)kushima, It´s (Em)getting a tad more (Am)difficult (Am7) To look the other (D)way. (G)Blood cells rage out (D)of control, The (C)devil´s rich, let´s (D6/B)sell our soul, (Em)Three Mile Island, (Am)Sellafield and (Am7)(hold)Hanford - There´ll be hell to (D)pay.(D2) (D) But (G)we live two hundred (C)miles away, (D) here in God’s coun(Em)try, The Co(C)lumbia flows the (G)other way, (Am7)rolling to the (D)sea. Its (G)radioactive (C)waters (D)won’t reach us, you (Em)know, But (C)when a hot cloud (G)rises, You´ll (Am7)never know which (D)way the wind will (G)blow. (C) (D) There is a (G)paradise in (C)Idaho with (D)mountains to the (Em)sky… (Em7)(Em6)(Am7/E)(Em) (Em9) (Em) Words W. Brad DeLong, March 2014, Bridge & music Jan Hauenstein, Lara, Turkey, 08 April 2014 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Runaway Train John Stewart Capo 2nd fret (C) (F) (C) (G) (C) (F) (C) (G) (C) (F) (C) (G) (C) (F) (C) I'm (G)worried a(C)bout you,(Em7/B) (F) And I'm (G)worried about (C)me.(Em7/B) (F) The (G)curves around (C)midnight(Em7/B) (Am7) Aren't (C/G)easy to (D)see.(high notes run: f# pull off to e-d, to… (G), highlight b-note) The flashing red (C)warning,(Em7/B) (F) Un(C)seen in the (Em)rain.(c pull off to b-a-g-a, to..) (F) This (G)thing has turned (C5),g-f pull off to e) into (F, play g-a on G-string) A (G7),f pull off to e) runa(d-note on B-string)way (C)train. (F) (C) (G) (C) (F) (C) In the (G)long distance (C)phone calls,(Em7/B) (F) There's a (G)voice on the (C)line.(Em7/B) (F) E(G)lectrical (C)miles (Em7/B) (Am7) That (C/G) soften the (D)time. (high notes…) (G) And dynamite, (C)too,(Em7/B) (Am7) Is (C) hooked on the (Em)wire. (F) (G) So are the (C)rails(G) (F) Of A(G7)merican (C)flyers.(F) (C) (G) (C)Mm, (F)mm, (C)mm, (G)mm mm mm (C)mm.(F) (C) The (G)blind boys and (C)gamblers,(Em7/B) (F) They in(G)vented the (C)blues.(Em7/B) (F) We'll (G)pay up in (C)blood (Em7/B) (Am7) When this (C/G)marker comes (D)due.(high notes…) (G) To try and get (C)off (Em7/B)now,(Am7) It´s a(C)bout as in(Em)sane (F) As (G)those who wave (C)lan(G)terns(F) At (G)runaway (C)trains.(F) (C) This (G)thing has turned (C)in(G)to (F) A (G7)runaway (C)train.(F) (C) (G) (C) (F) (C) (hold) Oh, (Bb)steel rails and (Am7)heartlines, (F) They are (G)always in (C)twos, And I have (Bb)been here be(Fj7)fore, yeah,(F) And now it's with (G)you. (G7) (G6) And I'm (G5)worried a(C)bout (F)you,(C) And I'm (G)worried about (C)me.(F) (C) We're (G)lighting the (C)fuses(Em7/B) (Am7) And (C/G)counting to (D)three.(high notes…) (G) What are the (C)choices(Em7/B) (Am7) For (C)those who re(Em)main? (F) The (G)sign of the (C)cross(G) (F) Or a (G)runaway (C)train?(F) (C) This (G)thing has turned (C)into(G) (F) A (G7)runaway (C)train.(F) (C) (G) (C) (F) (C) And our (G)love has turned (C)in(G)to (F) A (G7)runaway (C)train.(F) (C) (G) (C) (F) (C) Oh, a (G7)runaway (C)train,(F) (C) (G) (C) (F) (C) Yeah, a (G7)runaway (C)train.(F) (C) (G) (C) (F) (C) Oh, a (G7)runaway (C)train,(F) (C) (G) (C) (F) (C) Yeah, a (G7)runaway (C)train. © John Stewart, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de Art Faller & Charlie Woodward www.janhauenstein.com

A Fairytale Of Affluence And Need German lyrics Adolf Glaßbrenner (1810-1876), English lyrics and music J.H. (Am) There once were brother and (Bb)sister, (Am)Affluence and (E)Need. He (Am)reveled in a thousand (Bb)pleasures, (Am)Stale bread was (E)all(E7) she´d (Am)eat. (C) (G) (F) (Am) (F) (Am) (G) (Am) The sister served her (Bb)brother Many (Am)long and weary (E)years, (Am)He was not moved by her (Bb)sorrow Nor (Am)swayed by her (E) bit(E7)ter (Am)tears. (Dm) (Am) (E) (Am) (Dm) (Am) (E) (Am) He cursed her and kicked her and (Bb)beat her Till (Am)she was on her (E)knees, She (Am)fell on her face and she (Bb)pleaded, ‘Oh (Am)Lord, won´t you (E)help (E7)me, (Am)please?’ (C) (G) (F) (Am) (F) (Am) (G) (Am) And this is the end of the (Bb)story Of (Am)caviar and stale (E)bread, (Am)One bright and early (Bb)morning The (Am)brother (E)lay (E7)there, (Am)(hold) dead. Goettingen, Thursday, 21 May 2014 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauestein.com Das Märchen vom Reichtum und der Not Adolf Glaßbrenner Es war einmal Bruder und Schwester: Der Reichtum und die Not. Er schwelgte in tausend Genüssen, sie hatte kaum trocken Brot. Die Schwester diente beim Bruder viel hundert Jahre lang; ihn rührt' es nicht, wenn sie weinte, noch wenn sie ihr Leiden besang. Er fluchte und trat sie mit Füßen, er schlug ihr ins sanfte Gesicht; sie fiel auf die Erde und flehte: Hilfst du, o Gott! mir nicht? Das ist das Ende vom Liede vom Reichtum und von der Not: An einem schönen Morgen schlug sie ihren Bruder tot.

Stone and Wood Harvey Andrews (G) (G/F#) (Em) (Em7) (C) (C/B)(Am) (D) (G) Here in the (G/F#)quiet parish (Em)church I sit a(Em7)lone and gently (C)search For the (G)souls of those whose (Am)need Was the (D)seed for all I (G)saw. Puzzled (G/F#)by their lonely (Em)lives They took their (Em7)axes and their (C)knives, Etched their (G)hope, carved their (Am)dream To make it (D)seem They under(G)stood. (C) (G) (C) (G) Stone and wood, (Em)wood and stone, (Am)Candles lit by (D)those alone... (G) Coloured glass, (Em)whispered word, (Am)Do they pass un(D)heard, un(G)heard? (G/F#) (Em) (Em7) (C) (C/B)(Am) (D) (G) Here in their (G/F#)rows on Sunday (Em)morn´ On benches (Em7)that their backs have (C)worn They sang the (G)hymn, the chanted (Am)tune, That told them (D)soon, so very (G)soon. Bended (G/F#)knee their burden´s (Em)rest, Cup of (Em7)wine, the wafer (C)blessed, Solemn (G)prayer, the last A(Am)men, Then once a(D)gain Into the (G)light. (C) (G) (C) (G) Stone and wood, (Em)wood and stone, (Am)Candles lit by (D)those alone... (G) Coloured glass, (Em)whispered word, (Am)Do they pass un(D)heard, un(G)heard?(G/F#) (Em) (Em7) (C) (C/B)(Am) (D) (G) Seasons (G/F#)´round and ´round a(Em)gain, Young man´s (Em7)lust to old man´s (C)pain, Young maid´s (G)sweet to old maid´s (Am)sour Till the (D)final hour a(G)head. In the (G/F#)churchyard here they (Em)lie, They know the (Em7)answer now, but (C)I, I sit (G)here and listen (Am)still And always (D)will, Until... un(G)til... (C) (G) (C) (G) Stone and wood, (Em)wood and stone, (Am)Candles lit by (D)those alone... (G) Coloured glass, (Em)whispered word, (Am)Do they pass un(D)heard, un(G)heard? Stone and wood, (Em)wood and stone, (Am)Candles lit by (D)those alone... (G) Coloured glass, (Em)whispered word, (Am)Do they pass un(D)heard, un(G)heard?(G/F#) (Em) (Em7) (C) (C/B)(Am) (D) (G) © Harvey Andrews, All Rights Reserved The way I play it, very close to Harvey Andrews´ original version. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

West Of Baghdad, East Of Rome (Remixing History) Words Fred Grittner, Music Jan Hauenstein (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am)Northwest Passage (F)melting through, (G)empty heaven (Am)residue, (F)Shadow bands a(Am)cross the morning (E)sky. (E7) (Am)Dark shops selling (Fj7)damaged goods, (G5)snipers’ nests out (Am)in the woods, (F)Network failure, we ask you to stand (E)by. (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am)Kill the clock, we’re (F)quitting time, be(G)hind each fortune (Am)stands a crime, (F)Reason sleeps up (Am)in the old ho(E)tel. (E7) The (Am)price of culture (Fj7)is a lie, (G5)sovereign tears shed (Am)for Versailles, The (F)best revenge in life is living (E)well.(E7) (Am)West of Baghdad, (Dm6)East of Rome, (E)all God’s children are (Am)heading home, (Bb)Past the point of no return they (Am)come. (Fj7) (G) (Am)Remix history and (Dm6)change the sound, (E)turn things up and (Am)bring things down, (Bb)Shift the weight of what’s been said and (Am)done. (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Bbj7/F) (G) (Am)Countries of the (F)shallow grave, (G)scorching earth and (Am)tidal wave, (F)Elder statesman (Am)cross a strange ter(E)rain. (E7) (Am)Lost patrols with(Fj7)out command, (G5)unmarked cars in (Am)shakedown land, (F)Pharaoh’s army rides the circus (E)train. (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) The (Am)house of cards has (F)been foreclosed, the (G)books were cooked and (Am)then exposed, (F)Bite down hard (Am)on that poison (E)pill.(E7) I (Am)want it bad, do (Fj7)you have the pull? (G5)Yes sir, yes sir, (Am)three bags full! The (F)coup de grace came in a coupe de (E)Ville.(E7) (Am)West of Baghdad, (Dm6)East of Rome, (E)all God’s children are (Am)heading home, (Bb)Past the point of no return they (Am)come. (Fj7) (G) (Am)Remix history and (Dm6)change the sound, (E)turn things up and (Am)bring things down, (Bb)Shift the weight of what’s been said and (Am)done. (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Bbj7/F) (G) (Am)Sacred precincts (F)under guard, ad(G)mission with an (Am)ID card, (F) Who remembers the (Am)Old Man in the (E)Sky? (E7) (Am)Disregard what’s (Fj7)wrong or right, (G5)download Baby(Am)lon tonight, (F)Of this old world learn to say good(E)bye. (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am)So I sit here, (F)mind ajar, (G)strumming on my (Am)stone guitar, (F)Getting squeezed hard (Am)by the hands of (E)time. (E7) (Am)All my life’s a (Fj7)shakedown cruise, what (G5)I find out I (Am)rarely use, I (F)learned as much and more from a nursery (E)rhyme.(E7) (Am)West of Baghdad, (Dm6)East of Rome, (E)all God’s children are (Am)heading home, (Bb)Past the point of no return they (Am)come. (Fj7) (G) (Am)Remix history and (Dm6)change the sound, (E)turn things up and (Am)bring things down, (Bb)Shift the weight of what’s been said and (Am)done, (Bb)Shift the weight of what’s been said and (Am)done, (Bb)Shift the weight of what’s been said and (Am)done. Words © February 28, 2008 Fred Grittner All Rights Reserved; Music Jan Hauenstein, Lara, Turkey, 09 April 2014 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Here´s the verse I left out because I felt the song might become too long - and Fred suggested I might want to leave out a verse for the very same reason. Dumping grounds for counterfeits Forgotten men do not forget Turn your back and they’ll know what to do Illiterati referee Naming rights for chic debris Wisdom is reduced to a tattoo

On Raglan Road Patrick Kavanagh/Traditional (D) (A7) (D) (hold) On (D)Raglan Road on an (D/F#)autumn (G)day, I (Bm)saw her (A7)first and (D)knew That (G)her dark hair would (F#m)weave a (Bm)snare That (D)I might one day (A7)rue. I (G)saw the danger, (F#m) yet I (Bm)walked A(F#m)long the en(Bm)chanted (A7)way, And I (D)said, ''Let (F#m)grief be a (D)falling (G)leaf At the (Bm)dawning (A7)of the (D)day.'' (hold) On (D)Grafton Street in No(D/F#)vem(G)ber, We tripped (Bm)lightly a(A7)long the (D)ledge Of a (G)deep ravine where (F#m)can be (Bm)seen The (D)worth of passions (A7)pledged. The (G)Queen of Hearts still (F#m)making (Bm)tarts And (F#m)I not (Bm)making (A7)hay, Well, I (D)loved too (F#m)much, and by (D)such and (G)such Is (Bm)happiness (A7)thrown a(D)way. - Instrumental verse - I (D)gave her the gifts of the (D/F#)mind,(G) I (Bm)gave her the (A7)secret (D)sign That's (G)known to all the (F#m)artists (Bm) Who have (D)known true Gods of Sound and (A7)Time. With (G)word and tint I (F#m)did not (Bm)stint, I gave her (F#m)reams of (Bm)poems to (A7)say, With her (D)own name (F#m)there and her (D)own dark (G)hair, Like the (Bm)clouds over (A7)fields of (D)May. (hold) On a (D)quiet street where (D/F#)old ghosts (G)meet, I (Bm)see her (A7)walking (D)now A(G)way from me so (F#m) hurried(Bm)ly, My (D)reason must al(A7)low That (G)I have wooed not (F#m)as I (Bm)should A (F#m)creature (Bm)made of (A7)clay. When the (D)angel (F#m)woos the (D)clay, he'll (G)lose His (Bm)wings at the (A7)dawn of the (D)day. - Instrumental verse - janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_Raglan_Road

Der kleine Bär Lusconi (Bunga, Bunga) Jan Hauenstein Der kleine Bär Lusconi Reitet ein ganz junges Pony, Namens Ruby Rubacuori, Ah ah ahah ahah, Amore! Das kleine Pony Ruby Tanzt mit ihm den Schubidubi, Liebt des kleinen Bären Geld, Und wiehert, „Du weißt, was mir gefällt, ah!“ Der kleine Bär Lusconi, Ist heiß wie eine Peperoni, Versteckt seinen kleinen Makkaroni In dem kleinen Pony. Bunga, Bunga, blaue Pille, Ruby schubidubi, killekillekille, Der kleine Bär reitet sich um ganz viel Geld Bis sein kleiner Makkaroni wieder niederfällt. Wo hat der kleine Bär das viele Geld her? Das zu verstehen ist gar nicht so schwer. Dem kleinen Bären gehört ein Land Unten am blauen Adriastrand. Viele Bären in dem Land lieben diesen Bären, Während and´re Bären sich beschweren. Sie rufen und sie schreien laut: „Unfair! Du Lügner und Betrüger, du Gangsterbär!“ Der kleine Bär hat ein paar Sorgen nun, Des kleinen Bären Rechtsanwälte haben gut zu tun. Die Richterbären wollen ihm an´s Fell, Kleiner Bär, bist du ein Auslaufmodell? Der kleine Bär Lusconi, Schönheitschirurgen vergessen ihn nie, Hat mehr neue Teile als die Autoindustrie, Du siehst aus wie ein Zombie, du dummes Vieh! Du siehst aus wie ein Zombie, du dummer Bär, Du siehst aus wie ein Zombie, du blöder Lügenbär, Du siehst aus wie ein Zombie, du fieser Gangsterbär, Du siehst aus wie ein Zombie, du dummer kleiner Bär! Übersetzung aus dem Englischen 12. September 2013 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Chords - see the English version