The Panther German poem Rainer Maria Rilke, Translation and Music Jan Hauenstein In the Jardin des Plantes, Paris (Cj7) (Fj7) (F)(Fj7)(F)(G) (Am) (F) (G) (Am) And, from the (Dm)constant passing (E)of the bars, (E/B)his (Am)gaze Has grown so (F)weary, there´s no (G)image it (G/B)can (Am)see. (Fj7)(F)(Fj7)(G) To (Am)him, a thousand (Dm)bars (E)pass in (E/B)a (Am)haze - Behind the (F)thousand bars the (G)world has ceased (G/B)to (Am)be. (Fj7)(F)(Fj7)(G) (Cj7) (Fj7) (F)(Fj7)(F)(G) (Am) (Am7/E) (Dm) Around the (Bb/D)tiniest of (Am)circles (Am7/E)pace His (Fj7)steps, his (G)powerful (G/B)soft (Am)strides, (Am7/E) (Dm) They´re like a (Bb/D)dance of strength a(Am)round a (Am7/E)place Where(Fj7)in a mighty (G)(hold)will stands, para(Am)lyzed. (Fj7)(F)(Fj7)(G) (Cj7) (Fj7) (F)(Fj7)(F)(G) (Am) (F) (G) (Am) Only at (Dm)times the curtain (E)of the pu(E/B)pils (Am)slides Up, (F)quietly. - A (G)picture en(G/B)ters (Am)then, (Fj7)(F)(Fj7)(G) (Am) And through the (Dm)stillness of tense (E)limbs (E/B)it (Am)glides - And (F)in the heart is (G)(hold)quickly lost (G/B)a(Am)gain. (A2)(Am) (Am7/E) Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke, 1902 or 1903, Paris Translation Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 07 September 2017 Music Jan Hauenstein 08 September 2017 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Der Panther Im Jardin des Plantes, Paris Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehen der Stäbe so müd geworden, daß er nichts mehr hält. Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt. Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte, der sich im allerkleinsten Kreise dreht, ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte, in der betäubt ein großer Wille steht. Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille sich lautlos auf - Dann geht ein Bild hinein, geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille - und hört im Herzen auf zu sein. Rainer Maria Rilke, 1902 oder 1903, Paris

AfD-Mann Jan Hauenstein (G) (G/F#) (Em) (Em/B) (C) (D) (D/F#) (G) (hold) (G) AfD-Mann, (G/F#) (Em) Werde Sehmann. (Em/B) (C) Sieh dich (C5)an, Mann, (C) Und (D)kriege einen (hold)Schreck. (G) AfD-Mann, (G/F#) (Em) Werde Schneemann, (Em/B) (C) Und im (Am)Frühling (D7) Taue einfach (G)weg. (G/F#) (Em) (Em/B) (C) (C5)(C) (D) (hold) (G) (G/F#) (Em) (Em/B) (C) (Am) (D7) (G) (Am) (D7) (G) Words and Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 04 December 2017 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

One Funeral At A Time Words Brad DeLong, Music Jan Hauenstein (Em) (C) (D) (C) (Am7) (D7) (G)(hold) (D)(hold) An (G)old man sits in an (D)oval room, thinking (C)thoughts of selfish (D)greed, Which he (Em)hurls at his base in a (C)petulant stream of (Am)tweets and (Am7)unscripted (D)screed. His (G)minions obey his (D)shouted commands, based (C)on his unearned (D)power, His (Em)ancient ideas were hatched (C)years ago in the (Am)bowels of his (Am7)golden (D)tower. (Em) (C) (D) (C) (Am7) (D7) (G)(hold) He says: (F)“Old ideas die (C)slowly, ‘cause (D)old ideas are (G)right: (Em)Foreign folks are (C)dangerous (Am) because their skin ain’t (D)white. (F)Climate change is (C)crazy, ‘cause (D) solar power’s a (G)bore; (Em)Electric cars got no (C)thrilling roar when you (Am)stomp the pedal (Am7)to the (D)(hold)floor.” He says: (F)“Old ideas die (C)slowly; (D)old ideas always (G)lurk. (Em)Poor folks ask for (C)poverty, they´re always (Am)drunk, they never (D)work. (F)Don’t tax a rich man; he (C)needs his dough, he de(D)serves each cent he (G)earns, And you’ll (Em)know how much I (C)keep for me when you (Am)see my (Am7)tax re(D)(hold)turns, On the 12th of Never.” (F) (C) (D) (G) (Em) (C) (Am) (Am7) (D)(hold) (Em) (C) (D) (C) (Am7) (D7) (G)(hold) (D)(hold) (G)Dried up ideas from scle(D)rotic brains float a(C)round us like cinerary (D)dust And (Em)threaten to bury our mo(C)rality. To re(Am)cover our (Am7)freedom, we (D)must Teach our (G)children to avoid (D)rotten ideas, all (C)covered with mold and (D)slime. Hang (Em)on to your truth (C)and you’ll win: (Am)One funeral (Am7)at a (D)time, Hang (Em)on to your truth (C)and you’ll (D)win: (C)One funeral (Am7)at (D7)a (G)time. Words WB DeLong, Orofino, Idaho, 09 September 2017, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 11 September 2017 Physicist Max Planck: “A new scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.” Max Planck‘s grave is 300 meters from my house. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Changes Phil Ochs - Instrumental verse - (C) Sit by my (D)side, come as (G)close as the (Am)air, (C) Share in a (D)memory of (Bm)gray, And (Em)wander in my (Am)words, (D) Dream about the (G)pictures that I (Am)pla(D)y Of (G)changes. (C) Green leaves of (D)summer turn (G)red in the (Am)fall, To (C)brown and to (D)yellow they (Bm)fade. And (Em)then they have to (Am)die, (D)Trapped within the (G)circle time pa(Am)r(D)ade Of (G)changes. (C) Scenes of my (D)young years were (G)warm in my (Am)mind, (C) Visions of (D)shadows that (Bm)shine. 'Til (Em)one day I re(Am)turned And (D)found they were the (G)victims of the (Am)v(D)ines Of (G)changes. The (C)world's spinning (D)madly, it (G)drifts in the (Am)dark, (C) Swings through a (D)hollow of (Bm)haze, A (Em)race around the (Am)stars, A (D)journey through the (G)universe a(Am)bl(D)aze With (G)changes. - Instrumental verse - (C) Moments of (D)magic will (G)glow in the (Am)night, All (C)fears of the (D)forest are (Bm)gone. But (Em)when the morning (Am)breaks, They're (D)swept away by (G)golden drops of (Am)d(D)awn, Of (G)changes. (C) Passions will (D)part to a (G)strange melo(Am)dy, As (C)fires will (D)sometimes burn (Bm)cold. Like (Em)petals in the (Am)wind, We're (D)puppets to the (G)silver strings of (Am)so(D)uls, Of (G)changes. Your (C)tears will be (D)trembling, now (G)we're somewhere (Am)else, One (C)last cup of (D)wine we will (Bm)pour, I'll (Em)kiss you one more (Am)time, And (D)leave you on the (G)rolling river (Am)sh(D)ores Of (G)changes. So (C)sit by my (D)side, come as (G)close as the (Am)air, (C) Share in a (D)memory of (Bm)gray; And (Em)wander in my (Am)words, (D) Dream about the (G)pictures That I (Am)pla(D)y Of (G)changes. © Phil Ochs, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Blue Sky Waiting Jan Hauenstein (C) (D) (G) (G/F#) (Em) (C) (D) (D4) (D) A (G)well-intentioned pe(D/F#)destrian, Only (Em)crossing when the lights were (C)green. A (D)truck hit him, (D4)any(D)way. Life (C)can be (C5)kind of (D)mean. Go (G)break a leg! He (D/F#)did, And (Em)yelled these words: “Oh (C)shit!” (D) (D4) (D) A (G)pair of star-struck (D/F#)lovers, (Em)Spilling out their (C)hearts. (Am)Love got deeper and (Em)wider Till they (B7)came to the ugly (Em)parts. (D) They (G)could have known, but (D/F#)didn´t, And (Em)it was quite a (C)shock. (C5) (C) ”Get (F)lost, you dirty (C)bitch!” “Fuck (Am)off, you (Am7)mangy (D)dog!” (D2) (D) (F)Oh, oh! So (C)bad, but (Am)don´t you know That the (Em)rain must rain and the (Am)snow must snow? (F)Legs will heal and (Bb)hearts will mend, (Am)Pain will cease and (B7) sorrows (Em)end, (Em9) (Em) And (C)when the darkness (D)lifts, more (G)often than (G/F#)not you´ll (Em)see A (C)blue sky waiting, (D) (D4)pa(D)tient(G)ly. (D/F#) (Em) (C) (D) (D4) (D) (C) (C5) (D) (G) (D/F#) (Em) (C) (Am) I s´(Bb)pose you know about (Am)Rosa and Joe, He (Bb)loved her much and (Am)she loved him so. And (Cj7)then he died and (Fj7)she was left, (Fadd2)Feeling so sad, (B7) so bereaved and be(Em)reft. (Em9) (Em) She (Bb)thought the gray clouds would (Am)never go away, But (Bb) patient Pete (Am)thought ‘She´s sweet!’ And (C)this is what he´d (D)say: (D2) (D) (F)Oh, oh! So (C)sad, but (Am)don´t you know That the (Em)rain must rain and the (Am)snow must snow? (F)Wounds will heal and (Bb)hearts will mend, (Am)Pain will cease and (B7) sorrows (Em)end, (Em9) (Em) And (C)when the darkness (D)lifts, more (G)often than (G/F#)not you´ll (Em)see A (C)blue sky waiting, (D) (D4)pa(D)tient(G)ly. (D/F#) (Em) (D) And (C)when the darkness (D)lifts, (G)you (G/F#)will (Em)see A (C)blue sky waiting, (D) (D4)pa(D)tient(C)ly.”(G) (D/F#) (Em) (D) (C) (D) (G) (G/F#) (Em) (C) (D) (D4) (D) (G) (D/F#) (Em) (D) (C) (D) (G) (G/F#) (Em) (C) (D) (D4) (D) (G) (D/F#) (Em) (D) (G) Jan Hauenstein, Roemoe, Denmark, Words 22 & 28 March, Music 29 March 2018 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Keep Them Bairns Away Jez Lowe (Em) “Keep them bairns away from Larry,” A (C)man who met a friend of a (Am)fella told me, “If you (Em)don't you might be sorry, The (C)word is there is gossip that the (Am)truth can't see.” And the (Bm)rumours are thick and they're (Am)fast, (Bm)Too full of colour not to (Am)stick to the mast, The (Bm)first stone is ready to (Am)cast, Though its nothing but (C)clay, Keep (D)them (D/F#)bairns (D/A)a(Em)way. Keep them bairns away from Larry, He (C)talks to them now much too (Am)fancy and free About his (Em)cats and satellite telly, And (C)Lady Gaga and stuff that means (Am)nothing to me, With his (Bm)tan and tattoos and his (Am)rings… (Bm)How come he lives there so (Am)close to the swings? And the (Bm)pop and the crisps that he (Am)brings When he watches them (C)play, Keep (D)them (D/F#)bairns (D/A)a(Em)way. (G) Pointed fingers, (F#)Smoke just lingers, (Bm)Someone's got to put out the flame. (G) Tabloid sheets Say (F#)get out on the streets, (Bm) Find somebody to (D)bl(A)a(Bm)me.(Em) - Instrumental verse - Keep them bairns away from Larry, He (C)lived with his mother till she (Am)died last April, (Em) And he never ever married, And to (C)say that is wrong would be (Am)much too hateful. But (Bm) don't it just make you think (Am)twice, In a (Bm)world full of anger and (Am)badness and vice, The (Bm)truth might be too high a (Am)price To wait for and (C)pay, Keep (D)them (D/F#)bairns (D/A)a(Em)way. We've a (Bm)duty to them not to (Am)fail, Give him a (Bm)chance to deny it, then (Am)chuck him in jail, (Bm)Far be it from me to tell (Am)tales But I just had to (C)say, Keep (D)them (D/F#)bairns (D/A)a(Em)way. - Instrumental verse - © Jez Lowe, Lowe Life Music, All Rights Reserved I recorded it like this in 2018. Fred Grittner played the lead guitar. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

You've Got To Be Carefully Taught Music Richard Rodgers/Lyrics Oscar Hammerstein II (Fadd9) (C7/4) You've (Fadd9)got to be taught To (Gm7)hate and (C7)fear, You've (Fadd9)got to be taught From (Gm7)year to (C7)year, It's (Fadd9)got to be drummed In your (C9)dear little (C7b9)ear, You've (F)got to be (Gm7)careful(C7)ly (F)taught. You've (Fadd9)got to be taught To (Gm7)be a(C7)fraid Of (Fadd9)people whose eyes Are (Gm7) oddly (C7)made, And (Fadd9)people whose skin Is a (C9)different (C7b9)shade, You've (F)got to be (Gm7)careful(C7)ly (F)taught. You've (Bbj7)got to be (A+)taught Be(Bbj7)fore it's too (A+/F)late, Be(Bbj7)fore you are (A+)six Or (Bbj7)seven or (Dm6)eight, To (Fj7)hate all the people Your (C9)relatives (C7b9)hate, You've (Fadd9)got to be (F7) carefully (Bbj7)taught, (Dm6) You've (F)got to be (Gm7)careful(C7)ly (F)taught! © Rodgers & Hammerstein, All Rights Reserved Recorded November 2017 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com C7b9 E------3----------- B----2------------- G------3----------- D----2------------- A------3----------- E--x--------------- A+ E--1--------------- B----2------------- G----2------------- D------3----------- A------------------ E--x----------------

No Clothes In Heaven Words Terry Lee Ransom with Jan Hauenstein, Music Jan Hauenstein (Cj7) (A7) (D9) (G7) (Em7) (Am7) (D9) (G7/4)(hold) (C)Adam and (G)Eve were (Am)naked in the (F)Garden Un(C)til that (G)apple (Am)jumped into their (G)mouth, Then (F)blame led to shame and (C)shame led to (F)cover, Just (C)don’t leave anything (F) hanging (G)(hold)out! Don’t be (F)looking at my (C)bottom, (F)everybody’s (C)got ‘em, Just (F)keep your eyes on that (G)starry crown. Never (F)mind the (C)size, just (F)look into my (C)eyes, (F)Anything to keep from (G)looking down. There (E)are no clothes in (E7)Heaven, don’t you (Am)know,(Am7) There (F)are no clothes in (G)(hold)Heaven, don’t you (C)k(G)n(Am)o(F)w? (C) (G) (Am) (F) (C) (F) (C) (G)(hold) Now (C)after the (G)Fall, you’ve (Am)got to hide it (F)all, You are (C)only as (G)pretty (Am)as your (G)clothes. (F)I’ll get mine and (C)you can get (F)yours, ‘Cause (C)that’s the status (F)everybody (G)(hold)knows! But (C)when you (G)die in that (Am)sweet by-and-(F)by, (C)And through those (G)pearly (Am)gates you (G)go, When (F)you’re as pure as (C)first were Eve and (F)Adam, Do you (C)still need to hide the (F)seeds you (G)(hold)sow? Don’t mind you (F)looking at my (C)bottom, (F)everybody’s (C)got ‘em, You can (F)still keep your eyes on that (G)starry crown. If you (F)like the (C)size, don´t (F)look into my (C)eyes, (F)Nothing to keep you from (G) looking down. There (E)are no clothes in (E7)Heaven, don’t you (Am)know,(Am7) There (F)are no clothes in (G)(hold)Heaven, don’t you (C)k(G)n(Am)o(F)w? (C) (G) (Am) (F) (C) (F) (C) (G)(hold) - Instrumental verse - (C)If there is no (G)pride or (Am)shame left to (F)cover And (C)social po(G)sition (Am)doesn’t mean a (G)thing, (F)Just throw down those (C)robes and (F)sandals, And (C)let those sweet swingin’ (F)angels (G)(hold)sing! Don’t mind you (F)looking at my (C)bottom, (F)everybody’s (C)got ‘em, You can (F)still keep your eyes on that (G)starry crown. If you (F)like the (C)size, don´t (F)look into my (C)eyes, (F)Nothing to keep you from (G) looking down. There (E)are no clothes in (E7)Heaven, don’t you (Am)know,(Am7) There (F)are no clothes in (G)(hold)Heaven, don’t you (C)k(G)n(Am)o(F)w? (C)Full frontal (G) nudity in (Am)Paradise! (F) (C) (F) (C) (G)(hold) Shocking! (G)(hold) (C) © Terry Lee Ransom & Jan Hauenstein, June 2018, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Melora´s Song Stephen Vincent Benét/Fenno Heath (Em) (D) (Em) (C) (D) (G) (Bm) (Em) (C) (D/F#) Em) (D) (Em) (hold) (Em)Love came (D)by on the (Em)river smoke When the (C)leaves were (D)fresh on the (G)trees, But I (Bm)cut my (Em)heart on the (C)blackjack (D/F#)oak Be(Em)fore they (D)fell on (Em)me. (Em/D) (Em/C) (Em/B) (Em) (D) (C) (Em/B) The (Em)leaves are (D)green in the (Em)early spring, They´re (C)brown as (D)linsey (G)now. I (Bm)did not (Em)ask for a (C)wedding (D/F#)ring From the (Em)wind in the (D)bending (Em)bough. (Em/D) (Em/C) (Em/B) (Em) (D) (C) (Em/B) (Em)Lightly, (D)lightly, (Em)leaves of the wild, Fall (C)lightly (D)on my (G)care. I´m (Bm)not the (Em)first to (C)go with (D/F#)child Be(Em)cause of the (D) blowing (Em)air. (D) (Em) (D) (Em) (D) (Em)Cold and (D)cold and (Em)cold again, (C)Cold in the (D)blackjack´s (G)limb, With the (Bm)winds of the (Em)sky for his (C)sponsor (D/F#)men And a (Em)bird to (D) christen (Em)him. (D/F#) (G) (D/A) (Em/B) (D/A) (G) (D/F#) Snow (Em)down, snow (D)down, you (Em)white-feather bird, (C)Snow down, you (D)winter (G)storm, Where the (Bm)good girl (Em)sleeps with the (C)Gospel (D/F#)word To (Em)keep her (D) honor (Em)warm. (Em/G) (Em/F#) (Em) (Em/B) (Am) (D) (Em)Good girls (D)sleep with their (Em)modesty, (C)Bad girls (D)sleep in their (G)shame, But (Bm)I must (Em)sleep in a (C)hollow (D/F#)tree Till my (Em)child can (D)have a (Em)name. (D/F#) (G) (D/A) (Em/B) (D/A) (G) (D/F#) I´ll (Em)feed him (D)milk out of (Em)my own breast And (C)call him (D)Whistling (G)Jack, And his (Bm)dad will (Em)bring him a (C)partridge (D/F#)nest, As (Em)soon as his (D)dad comes (Em)back. (Em/D) (Em/C) (Em/B) (Em) - Instrumental verse - (Am7) (D/F#) (Em)He´s going to (D)act like a (Em/B)hound (Em/G)let (Em)loose When he (C)comes from the (D)blackjack (G)tree, (Bm)He´s going to (Em)walk in (C)proud, proud (D/F#)shoes All (Em)over (D)Tennes(Em)see. (hold) (Em) (D/F#) (G) (D/A) (Em/B) (D/A) (Em/B) (D/A) (Em) © Lyrics Stephen Vincent Benét, Music Fenno Heath, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Garden Song David Mallett (D/F#)(D/G)(D/A) (G)Inch by inch, (C)row by (G)row, (C) Going to (D)make this (G)garden grow, (G2)(G) (C) Going to (D)mulch it (G)deep (G/F#)and (Em)low, Going to (A7)make it fertile (D)ground. (G)Inch by inch, (C)row by (G)row, (C) Please (D)bless these (G)seeds I sow, (G2)(G) (C) Please (D)keep them (G)safe (G/F#)be(Em)low, 'Till the (A7)rain comes (D7)tumblin' (G)down. (G2)(G) Pullin' weeds and (C)pickin' (G)stones, (C) We are (D)made of (G)dreams and bones, (G2)(G) (C) Need a (D)place to (G)call (G/F#)my (Em)own, 'Cause the (A7)time is close at (D)hand. (G)Grain for grain, (C)sun and (G)rain, (C) Find my (D)way in (G)nature's chain, (G2)(G) (C) Tune my (D)body (G)and (G/F#)my (Em)brain To the (A7)music (D)of the (G)land. (G4)(G) Inch by inch, (C)row by (G)row, (C) Going to (D)make this (G)garden grow, (G2)(G) (C) Going to (D)mulch it (G)deep (G/F#)and (Em)low, Going to (A7)make it fertile (D)ground. (G)Inch by inch, (C)row by (G)row, (C) Please (D)bless these (G)seeds I sow, (G2)(G) (C) Please (D)keep them (G)safe (G/F#)be(Em)low, 'Till the (A7)rain comes (D7)tumblin' (G)down. (G2)(G) Plant your rows (C)straight and (G)long, (C)Season (D)with a (G)prayer and song, (G2)(G) (C) Mother (D)Earth will (G)make (G/F#)you (Em)strong, If you (A7)give her loving (D)care. (G)Old crow watching (C)from a (G)tree, He's (C)got his (D)hungry (G)eye on me, (G2)(G) (C) In my (D)garden (G)I'm (G/F#)as (Em)free As that (A7)feathered (D)thief up (G)there. Inch by inch, (C)row by (G)row, (C) Going to (D)make this (G)garden grow, (G2)(G) (C) Going to (D)mulch it (G)deep (G/F#)and (Em)low, Going to (A7)make it fertile (D)ground. (G)Inch by inch, (C)row by (G)row, (C) Please (D)bless these (G)seeds I sow, (G2)(G) (C) Please (D)keep them (G)safe (G/F#)be(Em)low, 'Till the (A7)rain comes (D7)tumblin' (G)down. © David Mallett, All Rights Reserved This is Arlo Guthrie´s version from the 'Power Of Love' album. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

One Life Jan Hauenstein (C) (Em/B) (Am) (C) (Em/B) (Am) (F) (G) (C) I can´t be (Em/B)bothered to (Am)help the poor, (C) I can´t be (Em/B)bothered to (Am)fight the good war. I have but (F)one life.(G) (C) I do not (Em/B)care when a (Am)baby cries, (C) I do not (Em/B)care when my (Am)neighbor dies. I have but (F)one life.(G) (F) I am not here to (C)help (C/B)the (Am)sick, I´m (Dm)only here to (E7)get my kicks, I have but (Am)one life. (G)(hold) (F)Only one life, and I´ll make (Am)sure that it´s good, (G)Only one life, and I don´t (Am)care what I should Do for (F)you, (E7) it´s alright if you´re (Am)blue. (F) (G) (F)Only one life to smoke ex(Am)pensive cigars, (G)Only one life to drive (Am)big fancy cars, You can (F)walk (E7) your mongrel (Am)dog. (F) (G) (F)Only one life to drink (C)single (C/B)malt (Am)Scotch, If you´re (G)envious, then (C)just (G/B)don´t (Am)watch, I think you (F)oughta (E7) stick to (Am)water. (G) (C)Life´s a dirty (Em7/B)joke and (Am)love is a lie, (C)Friendship (Em7/B)is what my (Am)money can buy, Hear me (C)laugh like a (Em7/B)madman (Am)at the sky, No, you´ll (F)never, never (G)ever see me (C)cry. (G)(hold) I have (F)only one life, so break (Am)out the champagne, (G)Only one life, send me a (Am)sixteen year old dame Who is (F)hot (E7) for all the money I´ve (Am)got. (F) (G) (F)Only one life, bring oysters (Am)and caviar, (G)Only one life, my pet´s a (Am)sleek Jaguar, I am (F)rich, (E7) you ugly (Am)bitch. (F) (G) (F)Only one life, see me (C)break (C/B)all the (Am)rules, (G)Only one life, hear me (C)laugh (G/B)at the (Am)fools Who think they´re (F)happy, (E7) so (Am)sappy! (G) (C)Life´s a dirty (Em7/B)joke, (Am)love is a lie, (C)Friendship (Em7/B)is what my (Am)money can buy. Hear me (C)laugh like a (Em7/B)madman (Am)at the sky, No, you´ll (F)never, never (G)ever see me (C)cry.(C/B) (Am) (G) (F) (G) - Instrumental, chords like the last two lines - (C) I can´t be (Em/B)bothered to (Am)help the poor, (C) I can´t be (Em/B)bothered to (Am)fight the good war. I have but (F)one life.(G) (C) I do not (Em/B)care when a (Am)baby cries, (C) I do not (Em/B)care when my (Am)mother dies. I have but (F)one life.(G) (F) I am not here to (C)help (C/B)the (Am)sick, I´m (Dm)only here to (E7)get my kicks, I have but (Am)one life. (F) (G) (C) You´d best be(Em7/B)lieve me, (Am)chicos and chicks, (C) We´re only (Em7/B)here to (Am)get our kicks, we have but (F)one life. (G) (F)On(G)ly one (C)life,(C/B) (Am) (G) (F)On(G)ly (G/B)one (C) life.(C/B) (Am) (Am7/E) (F)Only (G)one (C) life. (Cj7) © Jan Hauenstein, Words 12 & 14 April, Music 14 & 16 April 2018, Goettingen janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Mercy Street Peter Gabriel (Dm) (Am) (Bb) (Dm) (Am) (Bb) (Dm) Looking down on empty streets, (Dm7) all she can see Are the (Bb)dreams made solid, are the (Gm)dreams made real. (Dm)All of the buildings and (Dm7) all of the cars Were (Bb)once just a dream in (Gm)somebody's head. She (Dm)pictures the broken glass, (Dm7) pictures the steam, She (Bb)pictures a soul with (Gm)no leak at the (Dm)seam. Let's take (Bb)the (Dm)boat (D4)out, (Dm)Wait un(D4)til (Dm)da(D2)rk(Dm)ness, Let's take (Bb)the (Dm)boat (D4)out, (Dm)Wait un(D4)til (Dm)da(D2)rk(Dm)ne(Dm/C)ss (Dm)comes. Nowhere in the corridors of (Dm7)pale green and grey, (Bb)Nowhere in the suburbs, in the (Gm)cold light of day, (Dm)There in the midst of it, a(Dm7)live and alone (Bb)Words sup(Gm)port like (C)bone. Dreaming of (Dm) Mer(Bb)cy Street,(C) (Dm) wear your inside (Bb)out, Dreaming of (F)mercy (Bb) in your (Dm)daddy's arms a(C)gain. Dreaming of (Dm) Mer(Bb)cy Street,(C) (Dm) swear they moved that (Bb)sign, Looking for (F)mercy (Bb) in your (Dm)daddy's arms. (Am) (Bb) (Dm) (Am) (Bb) (Dm)Pulling out the papers from (Dm7)drawers that slide smooth, (Bb) Tugging at the darkness, (Gm) word upon word, Con(Dm)fessing all the secret things in the (Dm7)warm velvet box To the (Bb)priest, he's the doctor, he can (Gm)handle the shocks. (Dm)Dreaming of the tenderness, the (Dm7)tremble in the hips, Of (Bb)kissing (Gm) Mary's (C)lips. Dreaming of (Dm) Mer(Bb)cy Street,(C) (Dm)wear your inside (Bb)out, Dreaming of (F)mercy (Bb) in your (Dm)daddy's arms a(C)gain. Dreaming of (Dm) Mer(Bb)cy Street,(C) I (Dm)swear they moved that (Bb)sign, Looking for (F)mercy (Bb) in your (Dm)daddy's arms. (Am) (Bb) (Dm) (Am) (Bb) (Dm)(hold)Anne with her father is out in the boat, (Bb)(hold)Riding the water, (Gm)(hold)riding the waves On the (Dm)sea. (Dm)(Dm)(Bb)(Dm)(D4) (Dm)(Dm)(D4)(Dm)(D2)(Dm) (Dm)(Dm)(Bb)(Dm)(D4) (Dm)(Dm)(D4)(Dm)(D2)(Dm)(Dm/C)(Dm) © Peter Gabriel, All Rights Reserved This is Iain Matthews' version with a few minor changes. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Sexton

Somewhere Down The Crazy River Robbie Robertson Capo 3rd fret for the original song. (Am) (hold) (Am7) (Am6)(Am) (Am7) (Am6)(Am) (Am7)Yeah, I can see it now, (Am6) the distant red neon shivered in the (Am7)heat. I was feeling like a stranger (Am6)in a strange land, (Dm7) You know, where people play games with the (Dm6)night. God, it was (Dm7)too hot to sleep. (Dm6) I followed the sound of a jukebox (Am7)coming from up the levee. (Am6) All of a sudden, I could hear somebody whistling from (Am7)right behind me. I turned around, and she (Am6)said, "Why do you (Dm7)always end up down at Nick's Cafe?" (Dm6) I said, "Er, (Dm7)I don't know, the wind just kinda (E7) pushed me this way." (Am7) She said, "Hang the rich." (Am6) (Dm7) Catch the (G)blue train, (C) places (E7)never been be(F)fore, (G)Look for me (C)somewhere down the (Am)crazy river, (C)Somewhere down the (Am)crazy river. Ooh, (Dm7) catch the (G)blue train, (C) all the (E7)way to Koko(F)mo, (G)You can find me (C)somewhere down the (Am)crazy river, (C)Somewhere down the (Am)crazy river. (Am7) (hold) (Am7) Take a picture of this: (Am6) The fields are empty, an abandoned '5(Am7)9 Chevy, (Am6) Laying in the back seat listening to Little Willie (Dm7)John. Yeah, that's when (Dm6)time stood still. You (Dm7)know, I think I'm gonna go down to Madam X and (E7)let her read my mind. (Am7) She said, "That voodoo stuff don't do (Am6)nothing for me." (Bbj7) I'm a man with a (C) clear desti(F)nation, (Bbj7) I'm a man with a (C) broad imagi(Dm)nation (Bb6) You fog the mind, (C) you stir the (F)soul (E) I can't find (E7) no con(E+7)tro-o-(Am)ol. (Dm7) Catch the (G)blue train, (C) places (E7)never been be(F)fore, (G)Look for me (C)somewhere down the (Am)crazy river, (C)Somewhere down the (Am)crazy river. Ooh, (Dm7) catch the (G)blue train, (C) all the (E7)way to Koko(F)mo, (G)You can find me (C)somewhere down the (Am)crazy river, (C)Somewhere down the (Am)crazy river. (Am7)(hold) Wait, did you hear that? (Am7) Oh, this is sure stirring up some ghosts for (Am6)me. She (Am7)said, "There's one thing you gotta learn (Am6) is not to be afraid of it." (Dm7) I said, "No, I like it, I (Dm6)like it, it's good." She said, "You (Dm7)like it now, but you'll learn to love it later."(E7) (Am7) I been spellbound, (Am6) falling in trances, (Am7) I been spellbound, (Am6) falling in trances. (Am7) You give me the shivers, (Am6) chills and fever. (Am7) You give me the shivers, (Am6) huh huh huh huh. (Am7) You give me the shivers, (Am6) I been spellbound. (Am7) I been spellbound, (Am6) somewhere down the crazy river, (Am7) Somewhere down the crazy river. (Am6) (Am7)… © Robbie Robertson, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com E+7 E------------------ B------3----------- G--1--------------- D----2------------- A------3----------- E------------------

Mucking Out The Stalls Words Terry Lee Ransom, Music Jan Hauenstein (C) (Em) (F) (G) When (C)I was only (Em)eight years old I just (F)knew I’d be a (C)star, (F)Maybe ride the (C)rodeo Or (Fmaj7)strum an (F)old gui(G)tar, But (Am)Daddy said, “There’s (E7)work to do Un(Am)til your (E7)future (Am)calls. (G) Now, (C)spread some hay and (Fmaj7)dream away While (F)mucking (G)out the (C)stalls.” (Em) (F) (C) (G)(hold) The (C)teenage years were (Em)hardest As my (F)dreams began to (C)fade, (F)Sweat and weary (C)days Weren’t the (Fmaj7)only (F)price I (G)paid. (Am)Daddy said, “There’s (E7)work to do Un(Am)til your (E7)future (Am)calls.(G) Now, (C)spread some hay and (Fmaj7)dream away While (F) mucking (G)out the (C)stalls.” (Em) (F) (C) (G)(hold) Oh, the (Bbmaj7/F)air was strong When the stalls stood (Bbmaj7/G)a (Am)mess, And (E7)I sure learned to re(Am)cog(Am7)nize The (Fmaj7)fragrance (F)of suc(G)cess! (G7) (G) (C) Now I own that (Em)old farm And I (F)work it night and day, (C) With (F)sweet memories of (C)all I learned While (Fmaj7)dreaming (F)chores a(G)way. (Am) Daddy said, “There’s (E7)work to do Un(Am)til your (E7)future (Am)calls.” (G) So, I (C)spread some hay and (Fmaj7)dreamed away While (F) mucking (G)out the (C)stalls. (Em) (F) (C) (F) (C) (Fmaj7) (G) (C) (Em) (F) (C) (G) (G/B) I (C)never can re(Em)pay the debt I owe my (F)Daddy’s guiding (C)hand, He gave me (F)hope and love and, (C) most of all, This (Fmaj7)precious (F)piece of (G)land. I still (Am)hear my Daddy say, “There’s (E7)work to do Un(Am)til your (E7)future (Am)calls,(G) So, (C)spread some hay and (Fmaj7)dream away While (F) mucking (G)out the (C)stalls.(G/B) (C)Spread some hay and (Fmaj7)(hold)dream away While (F) mucking (G)out the (C)stalls.” (Em) (F) (G) (C) © Words Terry Lee Ransom, early April 2018 & Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 16 April 2018 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Aufsitzrasenmähermän Jan Hauenstein - Instrumental chorus (like next three lines) - He is the (C)Aufsitzrasenmähermän, He (F)mähs that Rasen as fast as only he can, The (C)Aufsitzrasen(F)mä(G7)her(C)män! (F) (G) Sieht er (C)ungemähten Rasen, Dann siehst du ihn schon rasen, Im (F)Sprung sitzt er auf seinen Aufsitzrasenmäher auf, Schon (C)nimmt des Rasens Schicksal seinen (F)rasend(G)schnellen (C)Lauf! Er (Am)rast auf dem Rasen he(Em)rum, brumm, brumm, brumm, Mäht (F)Millonen Gazillionen (G) Grashalme um; Die (Am)Kühe muhen, die (Em)Schafe mähen, Wenn (F)sie ihr Mittagessen (G) sterben sehen!(hold) Here comes the (C)Aufsitzrasenmähermän, He (F)mähs that Rasen as fast as only he can, The (C)Aufsitzrasen(F)mä(G7)her(C)män! (F) (G) Der (C)Aufsitzrasenmähermän, ich (C7)gebe dir mein Wort, Er (F)hält den Aufsitzrasenmäher(G)weltrekord! Er (C)rastet nicht, er mäht und rast und (C7)rast und mäht, Bis (F)wirklich kein Grashalm mehr (C)in den (C7)Grashalm(F)auffang(G)beutel (C)geht! Die (Am)Kühe und die Schafe, die Kar(Em)nickel und die Hasen Seh´n den (F)Aufsitzrasenmähermän auf (G)ihrem Rasen rasen, Hinter (Am)ihm ist die Rasenfläche (Em)wüst und leer und tot - Rasen (F)grasen ist nun mal (G)dieser Tiere Brot.(hold) Here comes the (C)Aufsitzrasenmähermän, He (F)mähs that Rasen as fast as only he can, The (C)Aufsitzrasen(F)mä(G7)her(C)män! (F) (G) Der (Dm)Rasenfresstiere (G)Pein ist ihm egal, Ich (Dm)mäh´ den Rasen, sagt er, so (G)ist das nun mal!(hold) Ich bin der (C)Aufsitzrasenmähermän, Ich (F)mäh that Rasen as fast as only I can, I am the (C)Aufsitzrasen(F)mä(G7)her(C)män! I (F)mäh! (G) (C) Mäh mäh, ma-mäh mäh mäh, Ma-ma-ma-(F)ma mäh mäh, ma- mäh mäh mäh, (C) Mäh mäh, ma-ma-ma-mäh mäh mäh, Ma-ma-ma-(F)ma mäh mäh, (G)ma- ma-ma-ma-ma-ma (C)mäh! (F)Mäh that (G)Rasen! Er (C)mäht den Rasen bei (C7)Regen, Blitz und Sturm, Schont (F)keinen kleinen Grashalm, keinen (G)feinen Regenwurm, Da (C)trifft den Aufsitzrasen(G/B)mäher(Am)män ein Ge(F)witterblitz am (G)Steuer… Er(Dm)leichtert sagen Mümmler und (G) Wiederkäuer:(hold) He was the (C)Aufsitzrasenmähermän, He (F)used to mäh faster than Superman can, He was the (C)Aufsitzrasen(F)mä(G7)her(C)män, (F) (G) The (F)famous naked (G)Aufsitzrasen(F)mä(G7)her(C)män, (F) (G) The (Am)one and only (Em)Rasen-killing, (Am)world record-(Em)holding, (Dm)Dumb and ugly, (E7)fast and furious, (Am)arrogant and (D7)stupid (F)Aufsitzrasen(G)mä(G7)her(C)män! (G7)(hold) (C)(hold) (C) Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, words 27 November 2017 during the halftime-break of a football (soccer) match, small repairs and music 28 November janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com A literal translation: Lawn Tractor Man Jan Hauenstein He is the lawn tractor man, He mows that lawn as fast as only he can, The lawn tractor man! When he sees an unmowed lawn You´ll see him race, With a jump he´s on his riding lawn mower, And the fate of the lawn is sealed racingly fast! He races around the lawn, roar, roar, roar, Mows down millions of gazillions blades of grass. Cows are mooing, sheep are bleating When they witness the death of their dinner! Here comes the lawn tractor man, He mows that lawn as fast as only he can, The lawn tractor man! The lawn tractor man, I give you my word, Holds the lawn tractor mowing world record! He never rests, he mows and races and races and mows, Until really not another single blade of grass will fit into the grass-catching bag! The cow and the sheep, the rabbits and the hares, See the lawn tractor man race across their lawn, Behind him the lawn is wasted, empty and dead - Grazing is, after all, those animals’ bread. Here comes the lawn tractor man, He mows that lawn as fast as only he can, The lawn tractor man! The pain of the grass-nibbling animals does not bother him, I mow the lawn, he says, and that’s the way it is! I am the lawn tractor man, I mow that lawn as fast as only I can, I am the lawn tractor man! I mow! Bleat bleat, blu-bleat bleat bleat, Blu-blu-blu-blu-bleat bleat, blu-bleat bleat bleat, Bleat bleat. blu-blu-blu-bleat bleat bleat, Blu-blu-blu-blu-bleat bleat, blu-blu-blu-blu-bleat! Mow that lawn! He mows the lawn, be there rain, lightning or storm, Saves not a small blade of grass, no fine earthworm, There! A thunderbolt strikes lawn tractor man dead at the wheel, Relieved, the nibblers and the ruminants squeal: He was the lawn tractor man, He used to mow faster than Superman can, He was the lawn tractor man, The famous naked lawn tractor man, The one and only lawn-killing, world record-holding, Dumb and ugly, fast and furious, arrogant and stupid lawn tractor man!

Right As Rain Words Michael Fracasso & Iain Matthews, Music Iain Matthews Capo 3rd fret (Fj7)(hold) (F) (F2) (F) (C) (Em/B) (Am) (C) (C/D) (C/E) (F) (G)(hold) It was (F)here (F2)in (F)this (C)spot (Em/B) (Am) We (C)hung (C/D)up (C/E)that (F)portrait I´d for(G)got, Of a (F)time (F2)and (F)a (C)place (Em/B) (Am) That´s (C)al(C/D)rea(C/E)dy (Em/B)been (Em7/D)and (Fj7)gone.(hold) I (F)found (F2)your (F)last (C)note, (Em/B) (Am) ‘A (C)waste (C/D)of (C/E)good (F)time and space’, you (G)wrote. But the (F)truth (F2)I´d (F)for(C)got, (Em/B) (Am) Now it´s (C)al(C/D)rea(C/E)dy (Em/B)washed (Em7/D)a(Fj7)way.(hold) And it´s a (G)lit(G/A)tle (G/B)bit (C)fa(Em/B)ded (Am)now, A (G)lit(G/A)tle (G/B)bit (C)tain(Em/B)ted, (Am)too. A (G)lit(G/A)tle (G/B)bit (C)sha(Em/B)ded (Am)now, And (F)oh, (F2)right (F)as (C)ra(Em/B)i(Am)n, (F)Oh, (F2)right (F)as (C)ra(Em/B)i(Am)n, (F)So (F2)right (F)as (C)ra(Em/B)i(Am)n.(Am7) (Fj7) (G)(hold) At the (F)heart (F2)of (F)it (C)all (Em/B) (Am) Was the (C)shim(C/D)me(C/E)ring (F)silence I re(G)call As your (F)ace (F2)in (F)the (C)hole, (Em/B) (Am) But you (C)al(C/D)rea(C/E)dy (Em/B)played (Em7/D)that (Fj7)hand.(hold) From a (F)room (F2)pain(F)ted (C)green (Em/B) (Am) Came the (C)dee(C/D)pest (C/E)of (F)blues we´d ever (G)seen, Photo(F)graphs (F2)of (F)my (C)life, (Em/B) (Am) And (C)all (C/D)shot (C/E)in (Em/B)black (Em7/D)and (Fj7)white.(hold) It´s a (G)lit(G/A)tle (G/B)bit (C)quie(Em/B)ter (Am)now, I´m a (G)lit(G/A)tle (G/B)bit (C)wi(Em/B)ser, (Am)too. A (G)lit(G/A)tle (G/B)bit (C)brigh(Em/B)ter (Am)now, And (F)oh, (F2)right (F)as (C)ra(Em/B)i(Am)n, (F)Oh, (F2)right (F)as (C)ra(Em/B)i(Am)n, I´m (F)so (F2)right (F)as (C)ra(Em/B)i(Am)n.(Am7) (Fj7) (G)(hold) - Instrumental verse - (hold) You punched a (F)hole (F2)in (F)my (C)life, (Em/B) (Am) But (C)no(C/D)bo(C/E)dy´s (F)right and no one´s (G)wrong. And I for(F)get (F2)how (F)it (C)goes, (Em/B) (Am) Then you´ve (C)al(C/D)rea(C/E)dy (Em/B)played (Em7/D)that (Fj7)song.(hold) It´s a (G)lit(G/A)tle (G/B)bit (C)fa(Em/B)ded (Am)now, A (G)lit(G/A)tle (G/B)bit (C)tain(Em/B)ted, (Am)too. A (G)lit(G/A)tle (G/B)bit (C)sha(Em/B)ded (Am)now, A (G)lit(G/A)tle (G/B)bit (C)quie(Em/B)ter, (Am)too. I´m a (G)lit(G/A)tle (G/B)bit (C)brigh(Em/B)ter (Am)(hold)now, And (F)oh, (F2)right (F)as (C)ra(Em/B)i(Am)n, (F)Oh, (F2)right (F)as (C)ra(Em/B)i(Am)n, I´m (F)so (F2)right (F)as (C)ra(Em/B)i(Am)n.(Am7) (Fj7) (G) (C)(hold) © Michael Fracasso & Iain Matthews, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com I just may have taken a few liberties when it comes to the chords - but these progressions sound great on a lone guitar.

Father And Son Cat Stevens (G) (G)(C) (c-note on B-string, g on high E, c on B, a on high E) (G) (G)(C) (c-g-c-a) (G) (G)(C) (c-g-c-a) (G) (G)(C)(hold) It's not (G)time to make a (Bm)change, Just re(C)lax, take it (Am)easy You're still (G)young, that's your (Em)fault There's so (Am)much you have to (D)know Find a (G)girl, settle (D)down, If you (C)want to, you can (Am)marry. Look at (G)me, I am (Em)old, But I'm (Am)happy. (D) I was (G)once like you are (D)now, And I (C)know that its not (Am)easy To be (G)calm, when you've (Em)found Something going (Am)on. (D) But take your (G)time, think a (D)lot, Why think of (C)everything you've (Am)got, For you will (G)still be here to(Em)morrow, But your (D)dreams may (G)not. (G)(C) (c-g-c-a) (G) (C)(G) (c-g-c-a) (hold) How can (G)I try to ex(Bm)plain? When I (C)do, he turns a(Am)way again. It's (G)always been the (Em)same, Same old (Am)story. (D) From the (G)moment I could (Bm)talk I was (C)ordered to (Am)listen, Now there's a (G)way and I (Em)know That I (D)have to go a(G)way, I (D)(hold)know I (C)(hold)have to (G)go. (G)(C) (c-g-c-a) (G) (C)(G) (c-g-c-a) (hold) - Instrumental verse same as son verse above - It's not (G)time to make a (D)change, A(G)way, a(D)way, Just (C)sit down, take it (Am)slowly, A(C)way. (Am) You're still (G)young, that's your (Em)fault, (G) I (Em) know There's so (Am)much you have to go (D)through. (Am) I have to (D)make Find a (G)girl, settle (D)down, This de(G)cision (D) I you (C)want to, you can (Am)marry. A(C)lone. (Am) Look at (G)me, I am (Em)old, (G) No… But I'm (Am)happy. (D) All the (G)times that I (Bm)cried, (G)Stay, (Bm)stay, Keeping (C)all the things I (Am)knew inside. (C)Stay. (Am) It's (G)hard, but it's (Em)harder (G) Why (Em) must To ig(Am)nore it. (D) (Am) You go and (D)make If they were (G)right, I'd a(Bm)gree, This de(G)cision (Bm) But it's (C)them, you know, not (Am)me. A(C)lone? Now there's a (G)way, and I (Em)know That I (D)have to (C)go a(G)way, I (D)(hold)know I (C)(hold)have to (G)go. © Cat Stevens, All Rights Reserved Charlie Woodward janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Ozymandias Poem Percy Bysshe Shelley, Music Jan Hauenstein (Em)(Em)(Em/D)(Em/D)(Cj7)(Cj7)(D) (hold) (G) I met a (D)traveller (Em) from an antique (C)land Who (D)said: Two vast and (Fj7)trunkless legs of (C)stone (B7)Stand in the desert... near them, on the (Em)sand, Half (Am)sunk, a shattered (B7)visage lies, whose (Em)frown, And wrinkled (C)lip, and (D)sneer of cold com(Em)mand, Tell that its (C)sculptor (B7) well those passions (Em)read Which yet sur(Fj7)vive, stamped on these (Bbj7/F)lifeless things, The (Am)hand that mocked them (B7)and the heart that (Em)fed. (Em)(Em/D)(Em/D)(Cj7)(Cj7)(B7) (Em)(Em)(D6)(D6)(Cj7)(Cj7)(D) (hold) (G) And on the (D)pedestal (Em) these words ap(C)(hold)pear: 'My (D)name is Ozy(Fj7)mandias, king of (C)kings: (B7)Look on my works, ye (hold)Mighty, (Em)and despair!' (Fj7)Nothing beside remains. (Bbj7/F)Round the decay Of that co(Am)lossal wreck, (B7) boundless and (Em)bare The (Am)lone and level (B7)sands stretch far a(Em)way, (Em)(Em/D)(Em/D)(Cj7)(Cj7)(B7) The (Am)lone and level (B7)sands stretch far a(Em)way. (Em)(Em/D)(Em/D)(Cj7)(Cj7)(B7) (Em9) (Em) (hold) Gone. (Em) Ozymandias written by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), first published in the 11 January 1818 issue of The Examiner in London. Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 07 & 25 November 2017 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

AfD-Man Jan Hauenstein (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G) (G/B) (C) (hold) (C) AfD-man, (C/B) (Am) Be a seeman, (Am/E) (F) Look at you and (Fadd9)see, man, (F) And (G)tremble with (hold)fear. (C) Brain-dead slow man, (C/B) (Am) Be a snowman, (Am/G) (F) And, when (Dm)spring comes, (G7) Simply disap(C)pear. (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (Fadd9)(F) (G) (hold) (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (Dm) (G7) (C) (Dm) (G7) (Cj7) Words Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 09 December 2017 (translation German-English) Music Jan Hauenstein, 04 December 2017 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com