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Romance, Predators, Death And The Universe

by Jan Hauenstein

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Sharks Don´t Sleep Dave Moore Capo 3rd fret for the original song (Am) The water´s warm, the (F)water´s wide, (G)Ev´rybody swimming to the (Am)other side. Down in the bottom, they´re (F)moving ´round, They´re (G)trying to find a way to bring a (Am)good man down, Bring a (Dm)good man down (F) where the (G)sharks don´t (Am)sleep. (Am7) (Am) Man on my left (F)swam ´bout a mile, And (G)he got tired after a (Am)while. He closed his eyes where he (F)couldn´t swim, (G) Last thing he saw was a (Am)silver fin, He saw a (Dm)silver fin, (F) and the (G)sharks don´t (Am)sleep. (Am7) (F) Man on my right, Lord, he (C)swam for years, He could (G)see the other side, it was (C)near. (F) What´s the one thing the (C)sharks dig most? (G)Cut a man down, when they´re getting (Am)nice and close. - Instrumental verse - They got every main street on the (F)edge of town, They got every (G)good dog, another (Am)hellhound. They got the minutes are hours and they got the (F)hours are days, And they got (G)every mother´s son a-finding (Am)evil ways, They got their (Dm)evil ways (F) where the (G)sharks don´t (Am)sleep. (Am7) (Am) The water´s warm, (F) the water´s wide, (G)Ev´rybody swimming to the (Am)other side. Down in the bottom, (F)moving around, (G)Trying to find a way to bring a (Am)good man down. Bring a (Dm)good man down (F) where the (G)sharks don´t (Am)sleep, (Am7) Bring a (Dm)good man down (F) where the (G)sharks don´t (Am)sleep, (Am7) Bring a (Dm)good man down (F) where the (G)sharks never (Am)sleep. (Am7) © Dave Moore, All Rights Reserved The way I play it, Dave Moore´s original song ends before the last three lines. Thanks to Dave who supplied the correct words where I couldn´t hear them. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Factual Romance German poem Erich Kästner/Translation and music Jan Hauenstein (Am7) (D7) (D7/4) (D7) (Em) (Em9) (Em) They'd known each other (Cj7)for eight (Am)years(Am7) (And (D7)one might say quite well at (G)that), (D7) When they (F)lost their love amid some (Bb)tears, Like (Am)others lose a (G)cane or (Am)hat. (Am7) (D7) (Em) (Em9) (Em) (Am) (Am7) (D7) (D7/4) (D7) (Em) (Em9) (Em) A sadness came they (Cj7)sought to (Am)hide,(Am7) Tried (D7)kisses, clueless, with no (G)plan, (D7) Looked (F)at each other, eyes so (Bb)wide. At (Am)last she wept, (G) beside her (Am)man. (Am/G) (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Am/G) (Fj7) (G) (G/F#) (Em) From the window they waved (Cj7)ships a(Am)way,(Am7) He (D7)said, ‘Already a quarter past (G)four, (D7) (F)Time for a coffee, don´t you (Bb)say?’ A pi(Am)ano was tinkling (G) behind the next (Am)door. (Am7) (D7) (Em) (Em9) (Em) (Am) (Am7) (D7) (D7/4) (D7) (Em) (Em9) (Em) They went to the smallest ca(Cj7)fé in (Am)town,(Am7) Stirred (D7)coffee with a shaking (G)hand. (D7) When (F)evening came, they were (Bb)still around. They sat a(Am)lone, they (G)made not a (Am)sound, And (Cj7)simply (D)could not under(Em)stand. Translation Jan Hauenstein, Göttingen, 18 April 2015, Music Jan Hauenstein, 22 April 2015 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Sachliche Romanze Als sie einander acht Jahre kannten (und man darf sagen sie kannten sich gut), kam ihre Liebe plötzlich abhanden, Wie andern Leuten ein Stock oder Hut. Sie waren traurig, betrugen sich heiter, versuchten Küsse, als ob nichts sei, und sahen sich an und wussten nicht weiter. Da weinte sie schließlich. Und er stand dabei. Vom Fenster aus konnte man Schiffen winken. Er sagt, es wäre schon Viertel nach vier und Zeit, irgendwo Kaffee zu trinken. Nebenan übte ein Mensch Klavier. Sie gingen ins kleinste Café am Ort und rührten in ihren Tassen. Am Abend saßen sie immer noch dort. Sie saßen allein, und sie sprachen kein Wort und konnten es einfach nicht fassen. © Erich Kästner, erschienen im Gedichtband ‘Lärm im Spiegel’, 1929
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The Moon Rose Over Tulsa Words Terry Lee Ransom, Music Jan Hauenstein - Instrumental like first four verse lines, start song proper on the last (Am) - (Am)Grandpa bought a (E7/B)new blue dress, It (C)feels like (C*)dime store (D)happiness. (F)Granny bought (C)one red glove, ’Cause (E7/B)that’s the way she (Am)shows her love, And the (Dm6)moon (D4*)rose over (Am)Tulsa, The (Fj7)moon rose over (E7/B)Tulsa. Ro(Am)berta’s kid just (E7/B)rolled on past, (C)Trying to (C*)make the (D)rolling last (F)Sara’s toes are (C)painted blue ‘Cause (E7/B)there was nothing (Am)else to do, And the (Dm6)moon (D4*)rose over (Am)Tulsa, The (Fj7)moon (Fj9)rose over (A2/E)Tulsa. The (Am)moon rose over Tulsa, (Fj7)shining just for you, The (Cj7)moon rose over (Cj7/E)Tulsa, (Bbj7/F)trading its light for you. The (E7/B)moon rose over (Am)Tulsa.(Fj7) (Em7) (E7/B)(E7/G) (Am)Franklin’s day is (E7/B)almost done, (C)Opal’s (C*)life’s lost (D)in the sun. (F)Way down at the (C)Hoochie Coo (E7/B)All things old are (Am)just as new, And the (Dm6)moon (D4*)rose over (Am)Tulsa, The (Fj7)moon rose over (E7/B)Tulsa. (Am)Orange gas pumps (E7/B)in the dark (C)Persuade (C*)cats that pre(D)tend to bark, (F)Shadows and (C)clowns just smile, (E7/B)Squeezing life from (Am)every mile. And the (Dm6)moon (D4*)rose over (Am)Tulsa, The (Fj7)moon (Fj9)rose over (A2/E)Tulsa. The (Am)moon rose over Tulsa, (Fj7)shining just for you, The (Cj7)moon rose over (Cj7/E)Tulsa, (Bbj7/F)trading its light for you. The (E7/B)moon rose over (Am)Tulsa.(Fj7) (Em7) (E7/B)(E7/G) (Am)Silver shimmers (E7/B)hide the news That (C)no one (C*)ever (D)paid their dues, But (F)life goes on (C)endlessly Be(E7/B)neath the dying (Am)chestnut tree. And the (Dm6)moon (D4*)rose over (Am)Tulsa, The (Fj7)moon rose over (E7/B)Tulsa. So, (Am)take heart, dear (E7/B)brother, You’ll (C)find a(C*)nother (D)mother With (F)Franklin at the (C)Hoochie Coo, ‘Cause (E7/B)there was nothing (Am)left to do, As the (Dm6)moon (D4*)rose over (Am)Tulsa, The (Fj7)moon (Fj9)rose over (A2/E)Tulsa. - Instrumental first four lines of verse, then slide the Am chord up the neck two frets (Bm but open high E-string), (Am on 5th fret [Em-shape, barred]) (D) (F) (C) (E7/B) (Am) Words © 2014 Terry Lee Ransom, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 26 November 2014 C*: D string, hammer on E-note; D4*: Dm6, but add G-note on high E-string janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Golden Happiness Jan Hauenstein (Dm) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am)Golden Happiness, (F)That´s what her (Fj7)name means, (G)Phan Ti Kim Phúc (Am)Running down the road. Napalm bomb, (F)Children (Fj7)screaming, (G)Little girl naked, (Am)Nine years old.(Fj7) (G) (Am)Sharbat Gula, (F)Green eyes (Fj7)looking, (G)Orphan girl, (Am)Refugee camp. Steve McCurry (F)Took her (Fj7)picture (G)So the world might (Am)Understand.(Fj7) (Dm) (G) (Am) (Em)See those pictures, (Am)See what we do, (F)See what man (G)does to man. (Am)See those pictures, (F)See what (Fj7)we do, (G)Tell me, can you under(Am)stand?(Fj7) (Dm) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am)Marcy Borders, (F)Nine e(Fj7)leven, (G)Dressed in dust, (Am)Couldn´t run away Fast enough from (F)The cloud of (Fj7)horror, (G)The Dust Lady (Am)Died today.(Fj7) (Dm) (G) (Am) (Em)See those pictures, (Am)See what we do, (F)See what man (G)does to man. (Am)See those pictures, (F)See what (Fj7)we do, (G)Tell me, can you under(Am)stand?(Fj7) (Dm) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am)Aylan Kurdi, (F)Turkish (Fj7)beach, (G)Little boy (Am)Lying so still. Boat capsized (F)In pitch-black (Fj7)waters, (G)Understand (Am)I never will.(Fj7) (Dm) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am) Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 24 August (Marcy Borders verse) and 09 September 2015 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Two Horses 05:26
Two Horses Jan Hauenstein/story by Tom Barrett (G) (B7) (Em) (Em7) (C) (D) (G) Just up the road from (B7)my home there´s a (Em)field, (Em7) There are two (C)horses, (D) two horses (G)grazing. Don´t just walk on (B7)by, take a little (Em)time, (Em7) Walk a little (C)closer, you´ll see (D)something quite a(Em)mazing. (C) Look into the (D)eyes of the (Em)big horse, (C) Big old (D)beast, big and (Bm)kind, (C) See the eyes glazed (D)over, milky (Em)white… (Am) That big old (Am7)stallion is (D)blind.(D2)(D) (G) (B7) (Em) (Em7) (C) (D) (G) Just a few steps a(B7)way grazes the (Em)small horse, (Em7) Listen to her (C)bell, (D) ringing loud and (G)clear. She´s always making (B7)sure that she´s not too (Em)far away, (Em7) Always making (C)sure the (D)big old horse can (Em)hear (C) The sound of the (D)bell that beckons (Em)‘follow’, (C) The sound of the (D)bell that says, I´m (Bm)here’, (C) The sound that (D)tells him, ‘Just (Em)trust me’, (Am) That says, ‘I´ll (Am7)always be (D)near.’(D2)(D) (G) (B7) (Em) (Em7) (C) (D) (G) Witness now (B7)how the big horse (Em)follows, (Em7) Pricking up his (C)ears (D) to hear the sound of the (G)bell, How the (B7)little mare takes (Em)care (Em7) To a(C)void the trees, (D) and you can (Em)tell (C) As he (D)slowly trots be(Em)hind her, (C) Trusting (D)her to lead the (Bm)way, (C) That he (D)knows full (Em)well (Am) She´ll never (Am7)lead him a(D)stray.(D2)(D) (G) (B7) (Em) (Em7) (C) (D) (G) (F) (C) (D) (G) (F) (C) (D) (G) (F) (C) (D) (G) (F) (C) (D) (G) (B7) (Em) (Em7) (C) (D) (G) Consider the (B7)horses in the (Em)field, (Em7) There may be a (C)moral, (D) I don´t (G)doubt it. Don´t ask (B7)me, for I won´t (Em)tell, (Em7) Take a little (C)time, (D) and think a(Em)bout it. (C) (D) (Em) (C) (D) (Bm) (C) (D) (Em) (Am) (Am7) (D)(D2)(D) (G) (B7) (Em) (Em7) (C) (D) (G) single notes b-e-b-e-b-e, flageolett notes b-e-b-e-b-e, bass notes A-B-G Roemoe, Denmark, 30 March 2007 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each looks like every other horse. But if one stops the car, or is walking by, one will notice something quite amazing. Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him. This alone is amazing. Listening, one will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, one will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to her bridle is a small bell. It lets her blind friend know where she is, so he can follow her. As one stands and watches these two friends, one sees how she is always checking on him, and that he will listen for her bell and then slowly walk to where she is, trusting that she will not lead him astray. Good friends are like stars…….You don´t always see them, But you know they are always there. Tom (Barrett)
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Bingabangabongo (Professor Max Tegmark´s Song) Jan Hauenstein (Cj7) (A7) (Dm7) (G7/4) (Cj7) (Am7) (Dm7) (G7/4) (C)Bingabangabongo, (F)bingabanga(C)bong, (F)Somewhere in the multiverse some(C)body sings this (G)song…(hold) (Am)Nature saw there (Em)was no light, (F)That got nature worried and (G)gave her a fright, It (Am)made her cuss and it (F)made her yelp, (C)Bam! Bom! Bingo! A (G)big bang might help! (C)Big bang! Bingo! (F)Bingabanga(C)bongo! (F)That created Göttingen, cre(C)ated the (G)Kongo, Cre(F)ated the shortcut (Am)and the long go, Be(F)lieve my words (C)and you cannot (G)wrong go! (Am)Nature looked around and (Em)saw it was good, She put (F)on her thinking cap and (G)thought she should Do something (Am)´bout the big black void be(F)yond the edge of town, She (C)cast a magic spell, did a (G)dance and jumped around! (C)Big bangs! Bingo! (F)Bingabanga(C)bong! (F)Multiverses spreading (C)faster than this (G)song! A (F)single universe? Good(Am)bye, so long, Be(F)lieve my words and you (C)cannot go (G)wrong! (Am)Everybody´s (F)everywhere (C)in the multi(G)verse, (Bb)At the same time, which (Am)seems to make it (G)worse, Is that (E)maybe a blessing or (Am)surely a curse? Are we (Bb)babes in the cradle or dead (Am)bodies in a hearse? (F) (C) (D)Who (G)knows? - Instrumental, chorus chords - (C)Bingabangabongo, (F)bingabanga(C)bong, (F)Somewhere in the multiverse some(C)body sings this (G)song…(hold) It´s a (Am)multiverse song about (Em)Schrödinger´s cats, (F)Schrödinger´s cats surely (G)aren´t always dead, And (Am)should you still wonder, ‘Where are (F)Schrödinger´s cats?’ They´re all (C)over the place, chasing (G)multiverse rats! (C)Big bangs! Big hair! (F)Bingabonga(C)bing! It´s a (F)multiversal song you (C)all can (G)sing! (F)Sing it loud, make the (Am)multiverse woods ring With a (F)bingabangabongo, a (C)bingabonga(G)bing! (C)Bingabongabingo, (F)bingabanga(C)bong, (F)Last chance to sing this (C)multiversal (G)singalong, (F)Quickly now, for it (Am)won´t be long (F)Till we reach the end of this (C)multiverse (G)song, (C)Bingabongabingo, (F)bingabanga(C)(hold)bong! There it is! The end! …But (C)somewhere in the multiverse, they´re (F)still singing a(C)long, (Am)Bingabongabingo, the (F)multi(G)versal (C)song, Bingabongabingo, (F)bingabanga(C)bong, Bingabongabingo, (F)binga(G7)banga(C)bong… Words and music Römö, Denmark, 8 April 2015 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Garden Party 04:01
Garden Party Rick Nelson (Bass notes A-B-C#)(D)Ooh (D/C#)ooh (D/B)ooh (D/A)ooh (D)ooh (D/B) (G) (A) I (D)went to a garden (G)party to remi(D)nisce with my old (G)friends, A (D)chance to (D/C#)share old (D/B)memo(D/A)ries (G) and play our (A)songs a(D)gain. When I got to the garden (G)party, (D)they all knew my (G)name, But (D)no one (D/C#)recog(D/B)nized (D/A)me, (G) I didn't (A)look the (D)same. (D/E)But (D/F#)it's (G) al(A)right (D)now, (D/B) I (G)learned my (A)lesson (D)well, (D/B) You see you (G) can't please (D)everyone, so you (G) got to (A)please your(D)self. People came from (G)miles around, (D)everyone was (G)there, (D)Yoko (D/C#)brought her (D/B)walrus,(D/A) there was (G) magic (A)in the (D)air. And over in the (G)corner, (D) much to my sur(G)prise, (D)Mr. (D/C#)Hughes hid in (D/B)Dylan's (D/A)shoes, (G) wearing (A)his dis(D)guise. (D/E)But (D/F#)it's (G) al(A)right (D)now, (D/B) I (G)learned my (A)lesson (D)well, (D/B) You see you (G) can't please (D)everyone, so you (G) got to (A)please your(D)self. (G) La (A)da-dn (D)da, (G) la dn (A)da da (D)da. (G) (D) (G) (A) (D) I played them all the (G)old songs, (D)thought that's why they (G)came, (D)No one (D/C#)heard the (D/B)music,(D/A) (G) we didn't (A)look the (D)same. I said hello to (G)Mary Lou, (D) she belongs to (G)me. When I (D)sang a (D/C#)song about a (D/B)honky (D/A)tonk, (G) it was (A)time to (D)leave. (D/E)But (D/F#)it's (G) al(A)right (D)now, (D/B) I (G)learned my (A)lesson (D)well, (D/B) You see you (G) can't please (D)everyone, so you (G) got to (A)please your(D)self. (G) La (A)da-dn (D)da, (G) la dn (A)da da (D)da. (G) (D) (G) (A) (D) Someone opened up the (G)closet door and (D)out stepped Johnny B. (G)Goode, (D)Playing gui(D/C#)tar like a-(D/B)ringin' a (D/A)bell (G) and lookin' (A)like he (D)should. If you gotta play at garden (G)parties, I (D)wish you a lot of (G)luck, But if (D)memo(D/C#)ries were (D/B)all I (D/A)sang, (G) I'd rather (A)drive a (D)truck. (D/E)But (D/F#)it's (G) al(A)right (D)now, (D/B) I (G)learned my (A)lesson (D)well, (D/B) You see you (G) can't please (D)everyone, so you (G) got to (A)please your(D)self. (G) La (A)da-dn (D)da, (G) la dn (A)da da (D)da. (G) (D) (G) (A) (D) (D/E)And (D/F#)it's (G) al(A)right (D)now, (D/B) I (G)learned my (A)lesson (D)well, (D/B) You see you (G) can't please (D)everyone, so you (G) got to (A)please your(D)self. © Rick Nelson, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Trouble Waiting to Happen Warren Zevon/J. D. Souther (C) (F) (G) (C) (F) (G) (C) I woke up this morning and I (F)fell out of bed, (G)Trouble waiting to (C)happen. Should've quit while (F)I was ahead, (G)Trouble waiting to (C)happen. I (F)turned on the news to the (Em)Third World War, (F)Opened up the paper to (Em)World War IV, (F)Just when I thought it was (Em)safe to be bored, (G)Trouble waiting to (C)happen. (G)Trouble waiting to (F)happen. (C) The mailman brought me the (F)Rolling Stone, (G)Trouble waiting to (C)happen. It said I was living at (F)home alone, (G)Trouble waiting to (C)happen. I read (F)things I didn't (Em)know I'd done, It (F)sounded like a (Em)lot of fun, Well, (F)I guess I've been (Em)bad or something, (G)Trouble waiting to (C)happen. (G)Trouble waiting to (F)happen. (C) (F)Trouble waiting to (Em)happen, (F)Teardrops ready to (Em)start, (F)Trouble waiting to (C)happen to my (G)heart. (C)This just ain't gonna (F)be my day, (G)Trouble waiting to (C)happen. Things just ain't gonna (F)go my way, (G)Trouble waiting to (C)happen. My (F)day was over by a (Em)quarter to ten, I (F)climbed right back into (Em)bed again, I'd (F)write this down if I could (Em)hold a pen, I (F)might get better but I (Em)don't know when, (F)So (F)I'm (F)gon(F)na (F)wait(hold) right here 'til then… (G)Trouble waiting to (C)happen. (G)Trouble waiting to (F)happen. (C) (F)Trouble waiting to (Em)happen, (F)Teardrops ready to (Em)fall, (F)Trouble waiting to (C)happen to us (G)all. (C) (F) (G)Trouble waiting to (C)happen, (F) (G)Trouble waiting to (C)happen, (F) (G)Trouble waiting to (C)happen, (F) (G)Trouble waiting to (C)happen. (F) (G) (C) (F) (G) (C) © Warren Zevon & John David Souther, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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I Can Still Dream Jan Hauenstein (Am)I cannot (Em)walk any(Am)more, (G) (D) (Am)I cannot (Em)really (Am)talk anymore. (G) (D) (F) The days swim (C)by so (G)fast, My (Am)joys just (Em) did not (Am)last. (Am7) And (F)still I (C)don´t want to (E7/B)go, (Am) Time, old (Em)thief, take it (Am)slow.(G) (D) (F) (C) (G/B) (Am) (F) (G) (C) I can still (G/B)dream of the (Am)days I´ve seen, (F) (G) (C) I can still (G/B)dream of the (Am)places I´ve (F)been. (C) I can still (G/B)dream of life´s (Am)wild wondrous (Em)races, (Dm) I can still dream of (G) long ago faces, (C) I can still (G/B)dream,(Am) (F) (G) (C) I can (G/B)still (Am)dream. (F) (G) (Am) I cannot (Em)bite any(Am)more, (G) (D) (Am) Can´t really (Em)see much (Am)light anymore. (G) (D) (F) The days just (C) melt a(G)way, What I (Am)think, I can (Em)hardly (Am)say. (Am7) And (F)still I (C)don´t want to (E7/B)go, (Am) Time, you (Em)thug, take it (Am)slow. (G) (D) (F) (C) (G/B) (Am) (F) (G) (C) I can still (G/B)dream of the (Am)wonders I´ve seen, (F) (G) (C) I can still (G/B)dream of the (Am)people I´ve (F)been. (C) I can still (G/B)dream of (Am)sweet sunny (Em)places, (Dm) I can still dream of (G) laughing happy faces, (C) I can still (G/B)dream,(Am) (F) (G) (C) I can still (G/B)dream.(Am) (F) (G) My (Am)hearing is (Em)faulty at (Am)best, (G) (D) Days and (Am)nights I just (Em)lie here and (Am)rest. (G) (D) (F) My concen(C)tration´s almost (G)shot, Twenty (Am)minutes, (Em) that´s all I´ve (Am)got. (Am7) (F) And still I (C)don´t want to (E7/B)go, (Am) Time, you (Em)killer, take it (Am)slow. (G) (D) (F) (C) (G/B) (Am) (F) (G) (C) I can still (G/B)dream,(Am) dream,(F) (G) (C) I can still (G/B)dream,(Am) I can still dream,(F) (C) I can (G/B)still (Am)dream, dream,(Em) (Dm) I can still (G)dream. (C) I can (G/B)still (Am) dream, I can still dream,(F) (G) (C) I can (G/B)still dream.(Am) (F) (G) And that´s (Cj7)all, it seems. All (Fj7)I can do is just (E7) lie here and dream, And that´s (Am)all, (Em) that´s all, it (Am)seems. Words Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 20 May 2015, Music 22 May janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Take The Tumor With Humor Words JH with Joe Dearie/Music Jan Hauenstein (C) (Em7/B) (Am) (Am7/E) (F) (G) (hold) (C) Take the tumor with humor, (F)Don´t let it bring you (C)down, (F)Take the tumor with (C)humor When (G)old man cancer is in town. (C)Take the (C/B)tumor with (Am)humor, (Am/E) (F)Treat it like a nasty (C)rumor, (C/E) And (F)don´t you wear a (C/E)permanent frown When (G/D)old man (G)cancer (G/B)creeps a(C)round.(Em7/B) (Am) (Am7/E) (F) (G) (hold) (Am)Jimmy Cancer, (Em)ugly dancer, (F)Jumps you from be(G)hind, (Am)Jimmy Cancer, (Em)evil prancer, (F)Is the cheating (G)kind. You can´t com(F)pletely laugh him off, He is (C)serious enough, But the (F)more you are afraid, The (C)more he´s got it (G)made. Let the (F)doctors come with (C)all their art, (G)Cut him out, every (Am)single tiny part, Then (Dm)get your strength back and (Em)persevere, Don´t let (F)old man cancer thrive on your (C)tears and (G)fears. (F)(G)(G7) (C) Take the tumor with humor, (F)Don´t let it bring you (C)down, (F)Take the tumor with (C)humor, When (G)old man cancer is in town. (C) Take the (C/B)tumor with (Am)humor, (Am/E) (F)Treat it like a nasty ugly (C)rumor, (C/E) And (F)don´t you wear a (C/E)permanent frown When (G/D)old man (G)cancer (G/B)creeps a(C)round.(Em7/B) (Am) (Am7/E) (F) (G) (hold) (Am)Jimmy Cancer, (Em)ugly dancer, (F)Stealing the light from the (G)sky, (Am)Jimmy Cancer, (Em)evil prancer, (F)Trying to steal the (G)twinkle from your eye. Such a (F)dirty little beast, On (C)you he´ll try to feast, He´ll more (F)easily succeeed When you (C)pay him too much (G)heed. Try (F)not to forget (C)Eric´s got it right, (G)You should always look (Am)on the bright side Of (Dm)life´s tribulations and (Em)trials, They´re (F)best borne (C) with a (G)smile. (F)(G)(G7) (C) Take the tumor with humor, (F)Don´t let it bring you (C)down, (F)Take the tumor with (C)humor When (G)old man cancer is in town. (C) Take the (C/B)tumor with (Am)humor, (Am/E) (F)Treat it like a nasty ugly (C)rumor, (C/E) And (F)don´t you wear a (C/E)permanent frown When (G/D)old man (G)cancer (G/B)creeps a(C)round.(Em7/B) (Am) (Am7/E) (F) (G) (hold) (C) janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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The Final Trawl Archie Fisher (the way I play it) (G) (Em) (G) (Em) (G)Been three long (Em)years (C) Since we (D)made her (G)pay, Haul a(C)way,(D) my laddie-(G)o, And we can't get (Em)by (C) On the (D)subsi(Em)dy, Haul a(Am)way,(Am7) my laddie-(D)o. Then heave a(G)way (C) For the (D)final (G)trawl, Haul a(C)way,(D) my laddie-(G)o, It's an easy (Em)pull (C) For the (D)catch is (Em)small, Haul a(Am)way,(Am7) my laddie-(D)o. And then you take your (G)gear, (C)lads, And (D)batten (G)down, Haul a(C)way,(D) my laddie-(G)o, And I'll take the (Em)wheel, (C)lads, And (D)turn her (Em)'round, Haul a(Am)way,(Am7) my laddie-(D)o. And we'll join the (G)'Venture' (C) And the (D)'Morning (G)Star', Haul a(C)way,(D) my laddie-(G)o, Riding high and (Em)empty (C) To(D)wards the (Em)bar, Haul a(Am)way,(Am7) my laddie-(D)o. For I'd rather (G)beach her (C) On the (D)Skerry (G)Rock Haul a(C)way,(D) my laddie-(G)o, Than to see her (Em)torched (C) In the (D)breaker´s (Em)dock Haul a(Am)way,(Am7) my laddie-(D)o. And when I (G)die, (C) You can (D)stow me (G)down, Haul a(C)way,(D) my laddie-(G)o, In her rusty (Em)hold (C) Where the (D)breakers (Em)pound, Haul a(Am)way,(Am7) my laddie-(D)o. Then I'd make my (G)haven (C) The (D)Fiddler's (G)Green, Haul a(C)way,(D) my laddie-(G)o, Where the grub is (Em)good (C) And the (D)bunks are (Em)clean, Haul a(Am)way,(Am7) my laddie-(D)o. For I've fished a (G)lifetime, (C) (D)Boy and (G)man, Haul a(C)way,(D) my laddie-(G)o, And the final (Em)trawl (C) Scarcely (D)nets a (Em)cran, Haul a(Am)way,(Am7) my laddie-(D)o. © Archie Fisher, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Bride 1945 02:42
Bride 1945 Paul Siebel (F) She was so (E)young then, (Bb) He wasn't much (C)older, (F) He loved her (E)some then, (Bb) He was a (C)soldier. (Dm) She wrote him a (A)letter Every (Dm)day a(C)cross the (Bb)sea, (F) He sent her (Dm)postcard Of the (Bb)boys in his (C)compa(F)ny. (Gm) (C) (F) The war was (E)over, (Bb) And yeah, they got (C)married, (F) Everything´s (E)clover, (Bb) Her and her (C)Harry. (Dm) She planned the (A)future, What´s a (Dm)girl to (C)think a(Bb)bout? (F) A home in the (Dm)suburbs, If they could (Bb)learn to (C)do with(F)out. (Gm) (C) - Instrumental verse - (F) Rollers and (E)hairpins, (Bb) She doesn't (C)care now, (F) Harry's a (E)salesman, (Bb) He's hardly (C)there now. (Dm) It's all for (A)nothing, And the (Dm)kids don't (C)care at (Bb)all, (F) One just quit (Dm)college, And the (Bb)youngest (C)left last (F)fall. (Gm) (C) (F) She was so (E)young then, (Bb) He wasn't much (C)older, (F) He loved her (E)some then, (Bb) He was a (C)soldier. (Dm) She planned the (A)future, What´s a (Dm)girl to (C)think a(Bb)bout? (F) A home in the (Dm)suburbs, If they could (Bb)learn to (C)do with(F)out. © Paul Siebel, All Rights Reserved Mostly Iain Matthews´ version janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Sister Mercy 03:52
Sister Mercy John Stewart Capo 2nd fret (Am) (Cj7/G) (Fj7) (G) Would you (C)bring me Sister (G)Mercy, yeah, If (F)she is (G)still in (C)town, For it (F)seems I (G)lost di(Em)rections(Am) And I´ve (F)always (C)had them (G)down. And I (C)don´t know where I'm (G)going, yeah, And I (E)don't know (E7/B)where I've (Am)been. (Am7/G)Could you (F)send me (G)Sister (Em)Mercy, (Am)yeah, She´s (F)always (C)been my (G)friend, Always been my (Am)friend. (Cj7/G) (Fj7) (G) She would (C)bring me to the (G)river, yeah, Where (F)I could (G)lay my (C)head, And (F)I would (G)close my (Em)eyes(Am) And re(F)member (C)what she (G)said. She said (C)nothing is for(G)ever, yeah, So (E)grab it (E7/B)while you (Am)can, (Am7/G)Find the (F)dreams a(G)long the (Em)river,(Am) As they (F)move a(C)cross the (G)land, Move across the (Am)land. (Cj7/G) (Fj7) (G) In the (C)summer in the (G)Badlands, yeah, (F)Where I (G)once ran (C)wild, She would (F)take me (G)to the (Em)river,(Am) As a (F)mother (C)takes a (G)child. For the (C)dreams along the (G)river, yeah, Are the (E)best, I (E7/B)under(Am)stand, (Am7/G)Sister (F)Mercy (G)and the (Em)river, (Am)yeah, They know (F)how to (C)treat a (G)man, How to treat a (Am)man. (Cj7/G) (Fj7) (G) And she (C)knows it's not for(G)ever, yeah, And I'll (F)soon be (G)on my (C)feet, And (F)I will (G)take her (Em)dancing, (Am)yeah, In the (F)liquid (C)desert (G)heat. And (C)I'll forget to(G)morrow, yeah, And (E)most of (E7/B)yester(Am)day, (Am7/G)Sister (F)Mercy (G)and the (Em)river,(Am) They know (F)how to (C)get their (G)way. Sister (F)Mercy (G)and the (Am)river, They (F)always (C)get their (G)way, Always get their (Am)way. (Cj7/G) (Fj7) (G) Would you (C)bring me Sister (G)Mercy, yeah, If (F)she is (G)still in (C)town, For it (F)seems I (G)lost di(Em)rections, (Am)yeah, And I've (F)always (C)had them (G)down. And I (C)don't know where I'm (G)going, yeah, And I (E)don't know (E7/B)where I've (Am)been, (Am7/G)Could you (F)send me (G)Sister (Em)Mercy, (Am)yeah, She´s (F)always (C)been my (G)friend. Could you (F)send me (G)Sister (Em)Mercy, (Am)yeah, She´s (F)al(C)ways (G)been my (Am)friend. (Cj7/G) (Fj7) (G) (bass notes B-A-G to…) (Am) © John Stewart, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de, Charlie Woodward & Art Faller www.janhauenstein.com February 2006 Sister Mercy is on The Day the River Sang, Appleseed, 2006. This one crossed the mighty Atlantic a few more times before we were satisfied with what we had. Well worth the trouble. For Charlie and me, it´s the best song on the new album, and that´s saying something. Such a sweet melody. A hymn. We discussed the question who or what Sister Mercy might be. Our guardian angel? The inner core that will not be broken, no matter how much pressure you are under? Art said, “Whatever you want her to be.”
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One Big Rumble, One Big Boom Words Fred Grittner, Music Jan Hauenstein (Cj7) (Dm7) (Em7) (Dm7) (Cj7) (Dm7) (Em7) (Dm7) (C)Joe and (Dm7)Sonny were (Em7)down by the (Dm7)swamp, (C)Got into a (Dm7)Friday night (Em7) contre(Dm7)temps. (C)Sonny got the (G/B)better of (Am7)Joe with his (Em7)fists, (Am7)Joe ran to his (G/B)pickup, he (Am7)really was (E7)pissed. (A7) (D7) (G) (G7/4) He (C)cursed and (Dm7)made a (Em7)drunk re(Dm7)mark With a (C)shotgun (Dm7)barrel (Em7)gleaming in the (Dm7)dark. By the (Fj7)light of the silvery moon,(hold) (E7)One Big Rumble, (Am) One Big Boom. (G)(hold) BOOM… (Cj7) (Dm7) (Em7) (Dm7) (Cj7) (Dm7) (Em7) (Dm7) (C)Time bomb (Dm7)ticking in a (Em7)border (Dm7)town, Dis(C)guised by (Dm7)noise you couldn’t (Em7)hear the (Dm7)sound. A (C)fat cat was (G/B)crossing the (Am7)border(Em7)line In a (Am7)rag top (G/B)Chrysler that (Am7)looked spit (E7)shined. (A7) (D7) (G) (G7/4) (C)Blue-eyed (Dm7)blonde sitting (Em7)by his (Dm7)side, The (C)clock struck (Dm7)twelve, there (Em7)went her (Dm7)ride By the (Fj7)light of the silvery moon,(hold) (E7)One Big Rumble, (Am) One Big Boom. (G)(hold) BOOM… (Cj7) (Dm7) (Em7) (Dm7) (Cj7) (Dm7) (Em7) (Dm7) - Instrumental verse - The (C)adjutant (Dm7)general and the (Em7) diplo(Dm7)mat, (C)Sitting at the (Dm7)bar, (Em7)chewing up the (Dm7)fat, (C)Near miss (G/B)wars and (Am7)high com(Em7)mands, (Am7)Black bag (G/B)codes and (Am7)poker (E7)hands. (A7) (D7) (G) (G7/4) Com(C)paring (Dm7)notes, they (Em7)both a(Dm7)greed The (C)end will (Dm7)come with (Em7)blinding (Dm7)speed By the (Fj7)light of the silvery moon,(hold) (E7)One Big Rumble, (Am) One Big Boom. (G)(hold) BOOM(C) Words © Fred Grittner, All Rights Reserved. 23 February, 2008, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 21 February 2015 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Sachliche Romanze German poem Erich Kästner, translation and music Jan Hauenstein (Am7) (D) (C) (D) Als sie ein(G)ander acht Jahre (B7)kannten (und man darf (Em)sagen, sie kannten sich (Am)gut), (Am7) kam ihre (D)Liebe plötzlich ab(F)handen, Wie (Bb))andern Leuten ein Stock oder (Am)Hut. (Am7) (D) (C) (D) Sie waren (G)traurig, betrugen sich (B7)heiter, versuchten (Em)Küsse, als ob nichts (Am)sei, (Am7) und (D)sahen sich an und wussten nicht (F)weiter. Da (Bb))weinte sie schließlich. Und er stand da(Am)bei. (Am7) (D) (C) (D) Vom (G)Fenster aus konnte man (B7)Schiffen winken. Er sagt, es (Em)wäre schon Viertel nach (Am)vier (Am7) und (D)Zeit, irgendwo (F)Kaffee zu trinken. (Bb)Nebenan übte ein Mensch Kla(Am)vier. (Am7) (D) (C) (D) Sie (G)gingen ins kleinste Café am (B7)Ort und (Em)rührten in ihren (Am)Tassen. (Am7) Am (D)Abend saßen sie (F)immer noch dort. Sie saßen al(Bb))lein, und sie sprachen kein (Am)Wort (Am7) und (D)konnten es einfach nicht (Em)fassen. (Am7) (D) (C) (D) (E) Poem © Erich Kästner, erschienen im Gedichtband ‘Lärm im Spiegel’, 1929 Factual Romance (Am7) (D) (C) (D) They'd (G)known each other for eight (B7)years (And one might (Em)say quite well at (Am)that), (Am7) When they (D)lost their love amid some (F)tears Like (Bb))others lose a cane or (Am)hat. (Am7) (D) (C) (D) A (G)sadness came they sought to (B7)hide, Tried (Em)kisses, clueless, with no (Am)plan, (Am7) Looked (D)at each other, eyes so (F)wide. At (Bb))last she wept, beside her (Am)man. (Am7) (D) (C) (D) From the (G)window they waved ships a(B7)way, He (Em)said, ‘Already a quarter past (Am)four, (Am7) (D)Time for a coffee, don´t you (F)say?’ A pi(Bb))ano was tinkling behind the next (Am)door. (Am7) (D) (C) (D) They (G)went to the smallest café in (B7)town, Stirred (Em)coffee with a shaking (Am)hand. (Am7) When (D)evening came, they were (F)still around. They sat a(Bb))lone, they made not a (Am)sound, (Am7) And (D)simply could not under(Em)stand. (Am7) (D) (C) (D) (E) Translation and music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 18 April 2015 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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On A Sunny Day Words Brad DeLong/Music Jan Hauenstein (C) (G) (Am) (F) (C) (G) (G/B) (Am) (F) (G) (C) Please scatter my (G)ashes (Am) on a sunny (F)day, (C) After the (G)rain has (G/B)freshened the (Am)grass; (F) (G) (C) After the (G)dark clouds (Am) have all blown a(Fj7)way, After (Am)whatever pain I’ve (Em)caused Has (F)faded from your memo(G)ry. (C) (G) (Am) (F) (C) (G) (G/B) (Am) (F) (G) (F) Please promise (G)me (C) you’ll (G/B)pause a(Am)while Be(F)fore you re(C)lease the (F)contents of that (G)urn Where (Am)I’ll briefly (Fj7)dwell, (C) So I can (G)know the (Am)bright light of for(F)giveness Had (C)time to (G)shine on the (Am)place (F) That used to be (G)mine. (F) (G) (C) (Fj7) (Cj7) (Em7/B) (Am) (F) (Fj7) (G) (G4) (G5) (C) Please let me (G)take some (Am)comfort in the here and (F)now By (C)telling me that (G)you’ll give (G/B)time a (Am)chance (F) (G) (F) To work her (G)miracles, (C)so that (G/B)any (Am)kindness (F)I might have (C)shown will (F)not be for(G)gotten For a (C)while. (G) (Am) (F) (C) (G) (G/B) (Am) (F) (G) (C) Please promise (G)me (Am)You’ll scatter my (F)ashes (C) On a (G)sunny (F)da(C)y. (G) (G/B) (C)(hold) (C) (Fj7) (Cj7) (Em7/B) (Am) (F) (Fj7) (G) (G4) (G5) (C) (Fj7) (Cj7) (Em7/B) (Am) (F) (Fj7) (G) (G/B) (G) (C) (Cadd9) (C) Words Brad DeLong 01 January 2015, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 02 January 2015 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

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16 songs, ca 60 minutes of music. Original songs and covers, with Fred Grittner, mastering, guitar and mandolin, and Charlie Woodward, guitars.

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released September 28, 2015

Folkrock, Americana, Europeana, blues, jazz, folk, rock.

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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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