Leevke´s Song Jan Hauenstein (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (G) Saw a big ship (Bm7)sailing (Am7) out to sea to(D)day, (Em) All huge and (Cj7)orange (Fj7) against the blue and (Fadd9)gray. (Em) (D) (G) Saw her (Bm7)gliding by, (Am7)Gray waves (D)and blue sky, A (Em)mighty giant (Cj7)of a ship, (C)safely (C5)on her (D)way. (Am) (D) (G)First saw you, little (Bm7)sleepyhead, (Am7) Sunday a week a(D)go, (Em) Held you in my (Cj7)arms a while, (Fj7) felt the feeling (Fadd9)grow. (Em) (D) (G) Tiny Sunday (Bm7)morning child, (Am7) You looked up, and (D)once you smiled, (Em) Tiny nose and (Cj7)tiny hands, your (C)breathing (C5)soft and (D)low. (D4) (D) (D2) (F) May you grow up (Am)strong and true, (Bb) May your blues never (C)be too blue, (Dm) May the world be (Am)good to you, May you (Gm)be good almost (C)all of the time.(C7) (F)May you have good reasons (Am)when you lie, May you (Bb)quickly wave false (C)friends goodbye, (Dm)May your arrows point straight (Am)at the sky, May your (Gm)mountains never (C)be too (C7)high to (F)climb. (Am) (D) (D4) (D) - Instrumental, last three verse lines of second verse - (F) May your heart love (Am)strong and free, (Bb) But never uncon(C)ditionally, (Dm) And may you always (Am)find the key To (Gm)live your life un(C)fettered. (C7) (F)May you be able to tell (Am)right from wrong, (Bb)May you never be (C)wrong for long, (Dm) May you sing your (Am)own sweet song, May de(Gm)feats never (C)ever (C7)leave you (F)shattered. (Am) (D) (D4) (D) (G) May the sun (Bm7)shine in your heart, (Am7)May life let me (D)walk a part (Cj7) Of your (C)way with (D)you, (D4) (D) May your (Am)blues never (Am7)be the (D)darkest (G)blue. (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (G)May you grow up (Gj7)strong and true,(Cj7) (D) (G)May the world be (Gj7)good to you.(Cj7) (D)Welcome, (G)Leevke. Jan Hauenstein, Otterndorf, 17 April 2017, small changes 18 and 24 April janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Eternity Part I (Heaven Seven) Jan Hauenstein (Cj7) (Eb°) (Abj7) (G7) I (C)fin´ly closed my (Dm7)eyes. When I (Em7)opened them a(Am7)gain, (F)Much to my sur(Fj7)prise, I (G)saw the old, old man. What (C)I had counted (Dm7)on had (Em7)been a big black (Am7)hole, A (F)void, a (Fj7)nothing, a (G)no-place place to (F)lay to rest my (Fj7)weary (G)soul. (hold) “Be a(C)ware I don´t (Dm7)care much for (Em7)you,” quoth (Am7)I, “You´re (F)bad, not (Fj7)good, you´re (G)mad, why should (C)I expect a (Dm7)better world (Em7)than the (Am7)earth (F)Up here (Fj7)in the (G)sky?” (F) (Fj7) (G) (hold) “You´re (C)right, seven (Dm7)days (one (Em7)off) did not suf(Am7)fice, It (F)was my first (Fj7)earth, and, as you (G)saw with your own eyes, It´s a (C)place where the (Dm7)good are crushed and (Em7)evil always (Am7)thrives. I (F)tried and I (Fj7)tried, tried a(G)gain and again, Till I (F)found what was (Fj7)wrong with my (G)mighty master plan: I cre(C)ated man and (Dm7)woman in the (Em7)likeness of (Am7)me, And I´m (F)bad, not (Fj7)good, I´m (G)mad, you see?” (C) (Dm7) (Em7) (Am7) (F) (Fj7) (G) (hold) We a(C)greed on (Dm7)that, and (Em7)onward we (Am7)sped, Till we (F)saw a big gold (Fj7)banner a (G)little ways ahead. (C)‘Heaven (Dm7)Seven’ is (Em7)what it (Am7)said, (F)And, for (Fj7)sure, I (G)kind of liked that. (hold) We (F)passed the Pearly Gates (E)(industrial grade pearls). “How (F)many heavens are there?” I (E)asked, my mind a-whirl. “Twenty-(A7)five,” he replied, “Even the (Bbj7)Lord gets bored, you know.” “And (A7)how many hells?” (hold) “Not a-(Bbj7)(hold)one.” “And (A7)(hold)why?” “Just (Bbj7)wait, and time will (A7)show.” (Am7) (Em7) (Am7) (G/B) (Am7) (Em7) (Am7) (G) (C) (Dm7) (Em7) (Am7) (F) (Fj7) (G) (C) (Dm7) (Em7) (Am7) (F) (Fj7) (G) (F) (Fj7) (G) (hold) The (C)place looked (Dm7)swell, the (Em7)place looked (Am7)fine, Guitars, (F)basses, keyboards, single (Fj7)malt, good (G)beer and fine, fine wine! Inte(C)resting gods and (Dm7)people in that (Em7)mighty (Am7)hall, (F)Allah, (Fj7)Odin, (G)Jupiter and Buddha (F)playing (Fj7)beach volley(G)ball. (C)Jimi taught John (Dm7)F. guitar, played (Em7)up a storm, you (Am7)know. On (F)center stage, J(Fj7)S and (G)new arrival Rex Were (F)putting on a (Fj7)splendid (G)show. (hold) Said (C)I, “This is the (Dm7)place for (Em7)me to always (Am7)be!” The (F)old man looked at (Fj7)me and (G)smiled. “It´s (C)bad, not (Dm7)good, it´s (Em7)mad, you´ll (Am7)see. Con(F)sider (Fj7)this, your (G)verdict is: (F)Here for E(Fj7)TERNI(G)(hold)TY.” Lyrics Giardini Naxos, Sicily, 06 & 07 October 2016 Music Goettingen, 20 October 2016 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Eternity Part II (80 Billion Years) Jan Hauenstein (Em) (Cj7) (D) (Em) (Em/F#) I´d (G)rather be in (D)Devon than (Em)here in Heaven (C)Seven, (G/B) E(D/A)ternity is (C)just (D)too (Em)long. (Em/B) (A) I´d (Em)rather be in a (D)no-place place than to (Em)see another angel´s (C)smiling goofy face, E(G)ternity is (D)just (C)to(D)o (Em)long. (C) (D) It´s (G)all too good, and it (D/F#)bores me to death, but (Em)death is not an option (C)in this (G/B)place, E(G)ternity is (B7)just too (Em)wrong. (Em/B) (A) Well, I (C)have to say that I (D)had it all, The first (Em)couple o´ thousand years, I (C)had me a (G)ball, Wrote (Em)songs with J.(C)S. and (G)Jez, (C) Gordon Bok, John (D)Prine, (Em)Martha, Fred, Rex, (C)Terry ´n´ Brad, and we (G)had such a great old (D)time! And the (B7)gig with Warren (Em)Zevon (B7)Up here in Heaven (Em)Seven - (F)Thunderous applause from (C)all of mankind, There´s (F)surely not a better place (C)anyone could ever (D)find! (F) (C) (G) (hold) (C)Sank all the single malts that (D)ever were made, (Em) and that was (C)great, (G) (Em)Charlie showed me how to (C)play gui(G)tar (C) in the big tree´s (D)shade. (Em)Mastered ev´ry instrument that (C)ever was created, (G)I liked the stone klong-klink, think ´twas (D)Ooffa-Shlonk who made it, but… I´d (G)rather be in (D)Devon than (Em)here in Heaven (C)Seven, (G/B) E(D/A)ternity is (C)just (D)too (Em)long. (Em/B) (A) I´d (Em)rather be in a (D)no-place place than to (Em)see another angel´s (C)smiling goofy face, E(G)ternity is (D)just (C)to(D)o (Em)long. (C) (D) It´s (G)all too good, but it (D/F#)bores me to death, and (Em)death is not an option (C)in this (G/B)place, E(G)ternity is (B7)just too (Em)wrong. (Em/B) (A) E(Am)ternity is (Fj7)not for me, No (G)need to ask why, I think it´s (Am)easy to (A)see… (Fj7) (G) (Am) (C/B) (C)Seventy-two (D)virgins? Al(Em)low me a (C)grin. (G) Up (Em)here in Heaven (C)Seven, (G)we (C)have much sweeter (D)sin- gle (Em)ladies. And (C)as St. Peter said, no(G)body´s married (D)here, And (B7)ev´rything costs (Em)nothing, the (C)food, the (Am)shows, the (D)beer, But, (C)most of all, re(D)member, the (Em)loving here is (C)free, (G) Now (Em)go and love the (C)la(G)dies in (C)all eterni(D)ty! And (Em)that was good, no, (C)excellent, (G)for some billion (D)years, Said (F)‘Yes!’ to Kim and (C)Marilyn, said (B7)‘No!’ to Britney (Em)Spears. (Cj7) (D) (Em) (Cj7) (D) (Em) (Am) (D) (B7) (Em) (D) (hold) But (C)after 80 (D)billion years, there´s (Em)nothing new for (C)me, (G) The (Em)novelty for (C)ev´ry(G)one has (C)worn so thin, you (D)see? (Em)Boredom has us (C)in its fangs, e(G)ternity´s too (D)long, And (F)all you hear from (C)all of us is (B7)this eternal (Em)yawn…(hold) I´d (G)rather be in (D)Devon than (Em)here in Heaven (C)Seven, (G/B) E(D/A)ternity is (C)just (D)too (Em)long. (Em/B) (A) I´d (Em)rather be in a (D)no-place place than to (Em)see another angel´s (C)smiling goofy face, E(G)ternity is (D)just (C)to(D)o (Em)long. (C) (D) It´s (G)all really good, it just (D/F#)bores me to death, but (Em)death is not an option (C)in this (G/B)place, E(G)ternity is (B7)just too (Em)wrong. (Em/B) (A) And the (Am)old man smiles his (Fj7)evil smile, “Oh (G)well, you had your (Am)fun. But the magnitude that is e(Fj7)ternity has (G)only just (Am)(hold) begun.” Lyrics Giardini Naxos, Sicily, 11 October 2016, Music Goettingen, 22 October 2016 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

New Confederate Blues Words Fred Grittner/Music Jan Hauenstein (Am) (A2) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (G/B) (Am) Midnight (A2)on the (Am)ocean, (Dm) Midnight (D2)on the (Dm)sea, An (Am)open boat, A (Am/C)tattered coat, I (Fj7)watch her anxious(Fadd9)ly. The (Am)lighthouse (A2)beacon (Am)shows me (Dm) What I (D2)stand to (Dm)lose. (Am) I wish we could have (Am/C)straightened out These (Fj7)new confederate, (Fadd9) (E)New con(E7/B)federate (Am)blues.(A2) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (G/B) (Am) (A2) (Am) (Fj7) (Bbj7/F) (E) (E7/B) (Am) A night to (A2)be re(Am)membered, (Dm) A night to (D2)be en(Dm)dured. (Am) Gone away, She (Am/C)would not say, She (Fj7)took back every (Fadd9)word. (Am) Waves (A2)breaking (Am)at my feet (Dm)Wash a(D2)way the (Dm)clues. The (Am)tide has turned a(Am/C)gainst me and These (Fj7)new confederate, (Fadd9) (E)New con(E7/B)federate (Am)blues.(A2) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (G/B) (Am) (A2) (Am) (Fj7) (Bbj7/F) (E) (E7/B) (Am) A cold night (A2)on the (Am)ocean, (Dm) The wind is (D2)outward (Dm)bound. The (Am)open boat Is (Am/C)still afloat, I’m (Fj7)sinking in the (Fadd9)ground. The (Am)shadows (A2)go down (Am)with me, (Dm)Anchored (D2)to my (Dm)shoes. (Am) No way of es(Am/C)caping from These (Fj7) new confederate, (Fadd9) (E)New con(E7/B)federate (Am)blues.(A2) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (G/B) (Am) (A2) (Am) (Fj7) (Bbj7/F) (E) (E7/B) (Am) Words Fred Grittner, 1972 and 2002, Music Jan Hauenstein, 08 July 2016, Goettingen janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Shivers Words: Jan Hauenstein/Music Michael Meding & Jan Hauenstein (Single notes G-G#) (Am) (G) (Am) (Em) (Am) (G) (Am) (Em) (Am)C´mon (G)let me take you (Am)down down(Em)town, (Am)To where you (G)have not (Am)been. (Em7) (Am)I will (G)show you a(Am)round under(Em)ground, (Am)Where the haunted hearts are (G)seen. (Am)Dark blue (G)neon light, (Am)midnight (Em)prowlers, (Am)Creatures (G)in the (Am)night, (Em7) (Am)Wailing (G)screams, (Am)skin feels (Em)tight, (Am)Soaked in sweat, you´d (G)(hold)better take flight… It (Em)gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - wee wee (F)hours, (Em) It gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - dark things (F)move, (Em) It gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - thunder(F)showers, (Em) It gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - in those (F)wee wee hours the (Cj7)city´s lost its (B7)groove. (C) (D7) (E) (E7) (Am)Raindogs (G)huddle a(Am)mong the (Em)puddles, (Am)Mutter and (G)mumble and (Am)cry, (Em7) (Am)Drunkards (G)croon, (Am)scream at the (Em)moon That (Am)falls fat and heavy through a (G)bloodshot sky. (Am)Too much (G)booze, (Am)midnight (Em)blues, (Am)Dig your (G)trench, lace your (Am)shoes, (Em7) (Am)Make your (G)game, (Am)you can (Em)choose Your (Am)lucky number, but it´s (G)(hold)bound to lose. It (Em)gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - jagged (F)clouds (Em) It gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - hide the (F)moon (Em) It gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - like death-bed (F)shrouds, (Em) It gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - the (F)sky cracks a(Cj7)sunder to a rainstorm (B7)tune. (C) (D7) (E) (E7) (Am)Fast knives (G)flashing, (Am)stabbing, (Em)slashing, (Am)Leather rats (G)in a (Am)trance, (Em7) (Am)They break the (G)skin, (Am)they´re slick as (Em)sin, They´re (Am)out to do the (G)broken-bone dance. (Am)Shaven (G)head, (Am)fist comes (Em)down, (Am)Iron-studded (G)boots (Am)nail you to the ground, (Em7) The (Am)angels and the (G)hounds, the (Am)pawns and the (Em)crowned, The (Am)lost and the found, the (G)(hold)heaven-sent are all hell-(G)(hold)bound. It (Em)gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - shadows (F)walk, (Em) It gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - lightning (F)flares,(Em) It gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - hunters (F)stalk, (Em) It gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - they (F)sure give me the (Cj7)shivers, those nightmare (B7)scares. (C) (D7) (Am7) (D) It (Em)gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - creepers (F)on the prowl, (Am) It gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - fangs shine (F)white, (Am) It gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - dogs (F)snarl and howl, (Am) It gives (D)me the (Em)shivers - only (F)dawn´s early light will (Cj7)break this nightmare (B7)fright. (C) (D7) (E) (E7) (A2) Song written in the mid-eighties, revised 26 November 2016, Goettingen janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Shoot The Freak Jan Hauenstein (C) (C/B) (A7) (A7/E) (D7) (D7/A) (G) (G7/B) (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)come on and (G)shoot the (C)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (Am)freak,(Dm) come on, (Dm7)shoot the (G)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)he´s a (G)worthless (C)geek, (Bb)Everybody (F)shoot the (G)freak. (Gj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) I´m (Bb)Tony Berlin(F)geri, the (C)owner of this (G)show, (Bb)Come to Coney (F)Island, (Dm)that´s the place to (G)go! I (Am)make 10 000 (Em)dollars a week, (Bb) Because you come and (F)shoot my (Eb) fre(D)ak. (D7/A) (G)Come on (G7/B) and (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)come on and (G)shoot the (C)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (Am)freak,(Dm) come on, (Dm7)shoot the (G)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)he´s a (G)worthless (C)geek, (Bb)Everybody (F)shoot my (G)freak. (Gj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Bb)Where else can you (F)shoot a (C)live human (G)target? (Bb)C´mon, take the (F)gun, (Dm)be a shooting (G)star, get (Am)15 bullets for (Em)only five dollars, (Bb)Shoot the freak un(F)til he (Eb)hol(D)lers...(D7/A)Ouch! (G) (G7/B)And (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)come on and (G)shoot the (C)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (Am)freak,(Dm) come on, (Dm7)shoot the (G)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)he´s a (G)worthless (C)geek, (Bb)Everybody (F)shoot my (G)freak. (Gj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Bb)Manuel Ri(F)vera (C)is my (G)name, (Bb)I play the (F)freak, you know it´s (Dm)only a (G)game. (Am)Sure, the bullets hurt, but (Em)it´s a well-paid job, (Bb)You won´t see me cringe, (F)won´t hear me (Eb)so(D)b. (D7/A) (G) I (G7/B)sing (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)come on and (G)shoot the (C)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (Am)freak,(Dm) come on, (Dm7)shoot the (G)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)I´m a (G)worthless (C)geek, (Bb)Everybody (F)shoot (G)me. (Gj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Bbj7) (Fj7) (Gj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Bbj7) (Fj7) (Gj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Bb)I never (F)shot any(C)body in the (G)head, (Bb)I´ll shoot the (F)freak in the (Dm)head till he´s (G)dead. (Am)It´s only fun, I´m (Em)only having fun, (Bb)Watch me shoot the (F)freak with that (Eb)big paint(D)gun! (D7/A) (G)I want (G7/B)to (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)come on and (G)shoot the (C)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (Am)freak,(Dm) come on, (Dm7)shoot the (G)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)he´s a (G)worthless (C)geek, (Bb)Everybody (F)shoot the (G)freak. (Gj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Bb)It´s a great (F)game, c´(C)mon, ev´ry(G)body, (Bb)Let´s all shoot the (F)freak till his (Dm)body is all (G)bloody. (Am)We all love to see (Em)real blood and gore, (Bb)C´mon, all, let´s (F)shoot him some (Eb)mo(D)re. (D7A) (G)Ev´rybo(G7/B)dy (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)come on and (G)shoot the (C)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (Am)freak,(Dm) come on, (Dm7)shoot the (G)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)he´s a (G)worthless (C)geek, (Bb)Everybody (F)shoot the (G)(hold)freak. (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)come on and (G)shoot the (C)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (Am)freak,(Dm) come on and (Dm7)shoot the (G)freak,(G7/B) (C)Shoot the (F)freak, (Dm)he´s a (G)worthless (C)geek, (Bb)Everybody (F)shoot the (G)(hold)freak. (C) Written by Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 2003, revised 24 October 2016 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com From: http://www.scribbling.net/shoot_the_freak On the boardwalk at Coney Island, there's a riveting game called "Shoot the Freak." In front of the sign, a sunburned, shirtless goomba in too-tight jeans and a gold chain paces up and down with a mic. "Shoot da freak! Shoot da freak! Anybody can do this, everybody can play this! Come on down and shoot da freak! Aaaaaanybody can shoot da freak!" The object is to shoot a "live human target" with a paintball gun in the face, preferably. We stopped to watch a little boy load a weapon with small fluorescent balls. Then a guy wearing a helmet and pads splattered with colors started dashing around the yard below the boardwalk. Pop! The kid nailed him in the face mask. Onlookers cheered. "Is this weird?" I murmured. Terra shrugged. "What do you think makes him a freak?" I wondered aloud. "Maybe that he agreed to do this?" After a while, goomba Johnny noticed us. "Come on girls, you know you wanna shoot da freak," he said. "Aaaaanybody can shoot da freak." Then, with the mic lowered, "It'll be like Girls Gone Wild, except you'll have clothes on." He laughed at his own joke. We rolled our eyes. Then Terra and Kristin stepped up. Anybody can shoot the freak. August 23, 2003 / 221 words / 324 requests (A comment on the website says:) I went there with my baseball team and i hit him in the visor of his helmet 5 times in a row - Chris | Aug 28, 9:18 PM All content copyright © Gina Trapani, 2001-2003

Song For A Friend Jan Hauenstein (Gj7) (Cj7) (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) (Gj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Gj7) (hold) (Ej7)So you´re dead now, friend. Lost your (Aj7)battle with the booze. (Ej7) We both knew it´s a battle (Aj7)that most drinkers lose. (Gj7) Sitting here now, a little (Cj7)shaken by regrets, (Bbj7/F) Should I have been nicer in (Dj7)some of the things I said? (hold) (Gj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Gj7) (G) (Gj7)(hold) (Ej7) I often told you that I knew (Aj7)there were two of you, The (Ej7)laughing, smiling, happy friend, full of (Aj7)plans of what we´d do, The (Gj7)man with the gift to improve upon ev´ry (Cj7)lyric that I wrote, Then the (Bbj7/F)man in deep denial who could not (Dj7) find an antidote. (hold) (Gj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Gj7) (G) (Gj7)(hold) (Bbj7/F) Incommunicado, then, for (Dj7) months at a time, (Gj7)Time spent with wine and whisky, (Cj7) trying to make life rhyme. (Fj7)Ah, the stories you made up that (Gj7) we all could see through: You (Cj7)stood upon a cliff edge, and it (Bbj7/F) crumbled under you. (Dj7) That might´ve been your truest lie, a (Cj7)picture of your life - The (Bbj7/F)avalanche, the broken bones, your (Fj7) struggle to survive. (hold) (Gj7) (Cj7) (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) (Gj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Gj7)(hold) (Ej7) Two sides to every coin, the (Aj7)other shone so bright, (Ej7) Quicksilver rhymes and melodies (Aj7) made of earth and light. (Gj7) Music, the magician, (Cj7) often pulled you through (Bbj7/F) When your life had turned a (Dj7) darker shade of blue. (hold) (Gj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Gj7) (G) (Gj7)(hold) (Ej7) Your family, lover, and your friends, you (Aj7)loved us, heart and soul, And (Ej7)when our lives had sprung a leak, (Aj7)you tried to make us whole. You (Gj7)loved the children at your church, and (Cj7)friend, they loved you, too, You (Bbj7/F)touched their souls, brought joy to their lives. (Dj7) They will remember you. (hold) (Gj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Gj7) (G) (Gj7)(hold) (Bbj7/F)Nothing but good about the dead? (Dj7) ‘Bullshit’, is what you d´ve said. We (Gj7)tried to be honest, as good friends should. I´ll (Cj7)think of you often. (Fj7) I´ll remember the good. (Gj7) I´ll remember the good. (Fj7) Goodbye, old friend, (Gj7) Goodbye. Words and music 08 & 12 October 2016, Giardini Naxos, Sicily janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

This Is My Place Words Rex De Long, Music Jan Hauenstein (C) This is my place. (G) No one has been here be(Am)fore me, (F) Not in my place. And (G)no one can ever (Am)be. Only (F)I only know, Only (E4)my tracks(E) break the (Am)snow Leading (Dm)to the leaning pine, (Bb/D)Giving me the time to be (Am)free For a (G)moment…(Gj7) (Cj7) If (E)that was meant to be, Then (Am)that’s enough for me. (E) (Am) (F) (G) (bass notes A-B to...) (C) This is my life. (G) No one has lived here be(Am)fore me, (F) Not in my life. And (G)no one can ever (Am)be. Only (F)I only know, Only (E4)my breath(E) rises (Am)slowly (Dm)Into the chilling air, (Bb/D)Making me aware of the (Am)Moment Of (G)Living (Gj7) (Cj7) (E)Closer with the Earth, A (Am)feeling of Birth. (E) (Am) (F) (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (E) (Am) (Fj7) (G) There is (Em)nothing around me made by (Am)man, Save the (D7)clothes on my body And the (G)guitar in my hand. But the (Am)wood was once a tree And the (Fj7)cotton once grew free, (Gj7)Cradled in the Earth, just as (Abj7)I, And (Cj7 5th fret)all is as it should be, (Gj7) And (Cj7 5th fret)all is as it should be. (Gj7) (Cj7 5th fret) (Gj7) (Abj7) (Gj7) (Abj7) (Gj7) (G) (C) This is my place. (G) No one has been here be(Am)fore me, (F) Not in my place. And (G)no one shall ever (Am)be. Only (F)I only know, Only (E4)my feet(E) break the (Am)snow, Sadly (Dm)leaving this place, For (Bb/D)it will never be the same a(Am)gain, And I (G)think I feel the rain…(Gj7) (Cj7) (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (G) 2007 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Admiral Jan Hauenstein (Em) (Cj7) (D) (Em) (B7) (E) (hold) The (Em)admiral sails on the (Am)oceans, The (Fj7)admiral sails on the (Em7)Seven High Seas, He (Cj7)knows neither skills nor (D)positive emotions, And he (Em) misinterprets nigh (B7)all that he (Em)sees. (Cj7) (D) (Em) The admiral knows what (Am)women really need, (Fj7)‘Grab ´em by the pussy’, he (Em7)happily shouts, And (Cj7)when he sees one, he (D)grabs it with speed, And if the (Em)ladies do not like it, the (B7)admiral (Em)pouts. ‘So un(Am)fair!’ whines the admiral (Fj7)every night, ‘Am I (Am7)really that stupid? Do I (D)really know (E)naught?’(E7) And he´s (Am)grabbed by a wild (Fj7)ghostly fright, And he (Bb)cries and he wonders where (Am)brains (G) can be (Am)bought. (Fj7) (Cj7) (D) (E) The (Em)admiral has wily a(Am)bettors and aides Who (Fj7)know that rich old (Em7)white men must rule. (Cj7)Some of them may have had (D)Mexican maids, So (Em)sad, for all Mexicans are (B7)rapists and (Em)fools. (Cj7) (D) (Em) The admiral has so many (Am)enemies, The (Fj7)media, the wiser folks, (Em7) and the truth. He´s the (Cj7)mighty king of lies and ca(D)lamities, And every (Em)day he has the (B7)sad angry (Em)blues. ‘So un(Am)fair!’ whines the admiral (Fj7)every night, ‘Am I (Am7)really that stupid? Do I (D)really know (E)naught?’(E7) And he´s (Am)grabbed by a wild (Fj7)ghostly fright, And he (Bb)cries and he wonders where (Am)brains (G) may be (Am)bought. (Fj7) (Cj7) (Gj7) (Cj7) (Bbj7) (E) The (Em)admiral is a really (Am)nice and sweet person, At (Fj7)least that is what the (Em7)admiral says, But in (Cj7)truth he is nothing but a (D)walking perversion, A (Em)narcisst, a braggard, a pompous (B7)braindead (Em)ass. (Cj7) (D) (Em) Some say the admiral is (Am)only a marionette, (Fj7)Hiding in the shadows is a (Em7)downright evil man, And the (Cj7)mighty admiral is (D)just a tad sad, Because the (Em)admiral can´t, but the (B7)evil Nazi (Em)can. ‘So un(Am)fair!’ whines the admiral (Fj7)every night, ‘I am (Am7)really that stupid and I (D)really know (E)naught!’(E7) And he´s (Am)grabbed by a wild (Fj7)ghostly fright, And he (Bb)wonders in vain where (Am)brains (G) can be (Am)bought. (Fj7) (Cj7) (D) (E) The (Em)admiral sails on the (Am)oceans, The (Fj7)admiral´s lost on the (E)Seven High Seas…(Am) (G) (A) (Am) Words Jan Hauenstein 20 February 2017, music 23 February, Goettingen janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Topsoil Blues Words Fred Grittner/Music Jan Hauenstein (Cj7) (Cj9) (Cj7) (Cj9) (D) (D/A) (D/F#) I’m (G)beginning (G/F#)to (Em)wonder(Em/B) (C)Will my crops come (G)in? (G/B) There (G)isn’t (G/F#)any (Em)sight of rain,(Em/B) And my (C)topsoil’s much too (D)thin.(D/A) (C)I should leave this (G)place,(G/B) But it’s (Cj7)burned into my skin. The (D)holy ghost of order (Cj7)Is my next of (G5)kin. (Cj7) (Cj9) (D) (D/A) (D/F#) I’m (G)starting (G/F#)to con(Em)sider(Em/B) (C)All my options (G)now.(G/B) I (G)try to (G/F#)stay on (Em)message,(Em/B) But (C)I can’t speed this (D)plow.(D/A) (C)No one wants to (G)listen,(G/B) (Cj7)They know anyhow. I (D)swore that I´d be silent, But (Cj7)I can´t keep that (G5)vow. (Cj7) (Cj9) (D) (D/A) (D/F#) The (Em)time between Natchez (Cj7)And the gulf coast sand Could (D)fill up a dump truck And a (Gj7)one-night (Gj7/B)stand. (Gj7) (Gj7/B) I can (Em)see your lips moving, But (B)I don’t understand, You (Em)speak a long-dead (Cj7)language (D)In this no man´s (Gj7)land. (Gj7/B) (Em) (Cj7) (D) (Gj7) (Gj7/B) (Em) (Cj7) (D) (Gj7) (Gj7/B) (Am) (D) (Am7) (D) (D/A) (D/F#) I’m (G)going (G/F#)to the (Em)pay phone,(Em/B) (C)Try to make a (G)line.(G/B) Should (G)get my(G/F#)self a tat(Em)too,(Em/B) (C)Not the homemade (D)kind.(D/A) You (C)can’t erase the (G)past(G/B) Un(Cj7)less you hit rewind. So (D)many broken borders (Cj7)In this state of (G5)mind. (Cj7) (Cj9) (D) (D/A) (D/F#) (G)I used (G/F#)to have (Em)nightmares(Em/B) (C)That would come and (G)go,(G/B) Now they’re (G)circling (G/F#)over (Em)Texas(Em/B) In a (C)barnstorming (D)show.(D/A) It’s (C)hard to read the (G)wine list(G/B) (Cj7)When you’re eating crow, I´ll (D)wash it down and wonder What (Cj7)seeds I´ve left to (G5)sow. (Cj7) (Cj9) (D) (D/A) (D/F#) The (Em)time between Natchez (Cj7)And the gulf coast sand Could (D)fill up a dump truck And a (Gj7)one-night (Gj7/B)stand. (Gj7) (Gj7/B) I can (Em)see your lips moving, But (B)I don’t understand, You (Em)speak a long-dead (Cj7)language (D)In this no man´s (Gj7)land. (Gj7/B) (Em) (Cj7) (D) (Gj7) (Gj7/B) (Em) (Cj7) (D) (Gj7) (Gj7/B) (Am) (D) (Am7) (D) (D/A) (D/F#) (Gj7) (G) Words Fred Grittner, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 28 February 2009 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Children Jan Hauenstein A (Dm)soldier, a (A7)soldier, A (Gm)soldier, a (A-5th fret)soldier, A (Bb-6th fret)soldier… (A-5th fret)Barely (Gm)twelve years (Dm)old. (Bb) (C) (A7b9) (Dm) (Gm) (Bb7) (A7) (Dm) (hold) A (Dm)cripple, a (A7)cripple, A (Gm)cripple, a (A-5th fret)cripple, (Bb-6th fret)Crippled by a bomb… (A-5th fret)Barely (Gm)twelve years (Dm)old. (hold) (Dm)Children, (Dm+7)children, (Dm7)children, (Dm6)children… (Bb6) (A7) (A7b9) (Dm) (hold) A (Dm)whore, a (A7)whore, A (Gm)whore, a (A - 5th fret)whore, (Bb-6th fret)Snowblind… (A-5th fret)Barely (Gm)twelve years (Dm)old. (Bb) (C) (A7b9) (Dm) (Gm) (Bb7) (A7) (Dm) (hold) A (Dm)woman, a (A7)child, A (Gm)woman child, her (A-5th fret)child… His (Bb-6th fret)daddy is his grandpa, Mama´s (A-5th fret)barely (Gm)twelve years (Dm)old. (hold) (Dm)Children, (Dm+7)children, (Dm7)children, (Dm6)children… (Bb6) (A7) (A7b9) (Dm) (hold) A (Dm)suicide, a (A7)suicide, A (Gm)suicide, a (A-5th fret)suicide, (Bb-6th fret)Unloved… (A-5th fret)Barely (Gm)twelve years (Dm)old. (Bb) (C) (A7b9) (Dm) (Gm) (Bb7) (A7) (Dm) (hold) (Dm)Soldiers, (A7)cripples, (Gm)Whores, (A-5th fret)mothers, (Bb-6th fret)Corpses… (A-5th fret)Barely (Gm)twelve years (Dm)(hold)old. Written by Jan Hauenstein, somewhen in the 80s, No Tights Reversed janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Day Of The Hamster Jan Hauenstein It was the (Em)day (D)of the (Em)Hamster, Oh (C)how he ruled the (D)town! So (B7)sad that no-one (Em)noticed, For (C)he ruled (B7)under(Em)ground. (Em7) That (Am)little Hamster (D)boy, He (G)knew that (G/F#)he would (Em)rule, He (Am)did the best to (D)be prepared, He (C)almost (B7)went to (E)school. (Am7) (D) (G) (Fj7) (C) (D) (Em)(hold) That (C)Hamster´s fur of (D)shining gold, That (G)Hamster´s (G/F#)courage, (Em)brash and bold! The (C)hamster maidens (D)swooned and fell, What (C)happened next? No (B7)tongue should (Em)tell. (Em7) Suf(C)fice it to say, his (D)whiskers did shake, Suf(B7)fice it to say, the (E)earth did quake! Suf(Am)fice it to say, hamster (D)babies were born, Suf(B7)fice it to say, (hold) ´t was so much hotter than (E) porn. (Am7) (D) (G) (Fj7) (C) (D) (Em)(hold) A (Am)Hamster bull of the (D)highest degree, No (G)match for (G/F#)him were (Em)you and me, The (Am)Master of the (D)hamster flock, He (C)knew full well the (B7)earth he´d (Em)rock. (Em7) That (C)Hamster did phi(D)losophize, No (G)limit (G/F#)for him (Em)were the skies. (C)He set out to (D)rule the world, (C)Lo and behold now! His (B7)toes, they (E)curled. (Am7) (D) (G) (Fj7) (C) (D) (Em)(hold) He (Am)called his minions (D)unto him, Said, (G)“Well, my (G/F#)chances (Em)may be slim. But (Am)here´s the thing: I (D)should be King! Let (C)all the world (B7) my praises (Em)sing.” (Em7) Suf(C)fice it to say, He sent his (D)messengers out. Suf(B7)fice it to say, they gave the (E)hamster shout! Suf(Am)fice it to say, the (D)letters: delivered. Suf(B7)fice it to say, (hold) Hamster waited and (E) shivered. (Am7) (D) (G) (Fj7) (C) (D) (Em)(hold) He (Am)waited long. What (D)had gone wrong? The (G)message was (G/F#)written in (Em)hamster-tongue, And His (Am)messengers landed in (D)many a pot. (C)He was the King that the (B7)world for(Em)got. (Cj7) (Bbj7) (E7) (Am7) (D) (G) (Cj7) (D)(hold) Not quite the (Em)day (D)of the (Em)Hamster, How (C)he´d have ruled the (D)town! One (B7)day a fox got (Em)hungry. The Hamster´s (C)bones (B7) were never (Em)found. (Em9) (Em) (Em7) (Em) (Em9) (Em) (E) Words Goettingen, 13 & 15 December 2016, Music 16 and 17 December janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Looked it up - hamsters live in hordes. Already knew a male hamster is a buck. The hamster in the song is, obviously, so much more than a buck. The words ‘bull’ and ‘flock’ work for me in the context of a heroic hamster song.

Mark The Days Words Terry Lee Ransom/Music Jan Hauenstein (C) (G) (Am) (F) (C) (Em) (F) (Fj7) (G) (C) Open (Em)doors and (F)souls of every (C)kind, (Em) Love and (F)life (Dm) perchance to (G)find. (C) A heart’s re(Em)flection (F) to fully (C)meet, (G) And beats to (Am)mark the (D)days, (D4) (D) (F) And beats to (Fj7)mark (G)the (C)days. (G) (Am) (F) (C) (Em) (F) (Fj7) (G) (C) Though days may (Em)twist, (F) they do not (C)shout (Em) To give the (F)clue to (Dm) what life’s a(G)bout. (C) They are merely (Em)stones (F) beneath my (C)feet, (G) And steps to (Am)mark the (D)time, (D4) (D) (F) And steps to (Fj7)mark (G)the (C)time. (G) (Am) (F) (C) (Em) (F) (Fj7) (G) (C) Time (G)rushes (Am) and likewise (F)slows. (C) Where it (Em)stops, a (F)heart (Fj7)never (G)knows, (C) To end of (Em)days (F) or end of (C)street, Seems to (G)stop (Am) when there is (D)love, (D4) (D) Seems to (F)stop (Fj7) when (G)there is (C) love. (G) (Am) (F) (C) (Em) (F) (Fj7) (G) (C) Closing (Em)doors (F) of wishful (C)dreams (Em) To end and (F)start (Dm) and in-be(G)tween, (C) Start and (Em)stop of (F)all things (C)sweet, Shadow (G)smiles (Am) within the (D)haze, (D4) (D) Shadow (F)smiles with(Fj7)in (G) the (C)haze. (G) (Am) (F) (C) (Em) (F) (Fj7) (G) And (C)beats to (G)mark the (Am)days, (Fj7) (G) And (C)steps to (G)mark the (Am)time, (C) (D) Seems to (E)stop (E7) when there is (Am)love. (Em7) (F) Shadow (C)smiles with(G)in the (Am)haze, (Fj7) (G) The heart (C)beats to (G)mark the (Am)days, (D) (D4) The heart (F)beats to (Fj7)mark (G) the (C)days. (G) (Am) (F) (C) (Em) (F) (Fj7) (G)(hold) (G7) (C) Lyrics © 2016 Terry Lee Ransom, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 23 December 2016 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com