Hey, Songwriter Jan Hauenstein (G) (Bm7) (C) (D) (G) Hey, song(Bm)writer, (C)Can you write something (G)lighter? Do you (C)always have to be a (G)fighter Against the (Am)dimming of the (D)light? Yeah, I (Am)understand you (D)have to fight that (Em)fight. (Bm7) (C) (D) (G) Soon the sun will ride (C)high In the (Em)sky a(D)gain, (Am) Soon the sky (D)will be (D7)blue a(G)gain, (D) (C) Soon you will (D)wonder (C)why a(G)gain, (Am)Soon you'll have no (D)clue Why you (Am)let the blues (D)get to you a(G)gain. (Bm7) (C) (D) (Em) (Cj7) (Am) (D) (G)Hey, song(Bm)writer, (C)Can you write something (G)lighter? Do you (C)always have to be a (G)fighter Against the (Am)dimming of the (D)light? Yeah, I (Am)understand you (D)need to fight that (Em)fight. (Bm7) (C) (D) (G) You have friends who are (C)ready to lend (Em) A helping (D)hand, (Am) You have a gui(D)tar that makes you (G)smile, (D) And the (C)young ones (D) make it all worth(G)while. (Am) You have a wife Who (D)lightens your life (C) Again (D) and a(G)gain, (Bm) (C) Your best (D)friend. (G) (Bm) (C) (D) (Em) (Cj7) (Am) (D7) (G)Hey, song(Bm)writer, (C)Can you write something (G)lighter? Do you (C)always have to be a (G)fighter Against the (Am)dimming of the (D)light? Yes, I (Am)know it's a fight (D)you just have to (G)fight, And that's (G/F#)al(Em)right, But riding (C)high in the sky, There's a (D)glorious moon (D7) out to(G)ni(C)ght. (G) Word Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 12 January 2021, Music and additional words 14 January janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

St. James Infirmary Traditional (Dm) (Dm/C) (D2/Bb) (A7) (Dm) (Dm/C) (D2/Bb) (A7) I went (Dm)down to (A7)Old Joe's (Dm)barroom,(D2) (Dm) On the corner (Am7) by the (A)square, (A7) The (Dm)drinks were (A7)served as (Dm)usual, (D2) (Dm) And the (Bb7)usual (A7)crowd was (Dm)there. (A7) On my (Dm)left stood (A7)big Joe Mc(Dm)Kennedy,(D2) (Dm) His eyes were (Am7)bloodshot (A)red, (A7) And as he (Dm)turned to the (A7)crowd a(Dm)round him, (D2) (Dm) These were the (Bb7)very (A7)words he (Dm)said: (Dm/C) (D2/Bb) (A7) I went (Dm)down to (A7)St. James In(Dm)firmary, (D2) (Dm) To see my (Am7)baby (A)there, (A7) She was (Dm)laid out on a (A7) long white (Dm)table, (D2) (Dm) So (Bb7)cold, so (A7)young, so (Dm)fair. (A7) Let her (Dm)go, let her (A7)go, God (Dm)bless her, (D2) (Dm) Wherever (Am7) she may (A)be, (A7) She may (Dm)search this (A7)whole wide world (Dm)over, (D2) (Dm) She'll never (Bb7)find a sweeter (A7)man than (Dm)me. (Dm/C) (D2/Bb) (A7) (Dm) And when I (A7)die, please (Dm)bury me (D2) Dm) In my high top (Am7)Stetson (A)hat, (A7) And put a (Dm)twenty dollar (A7)gold piece on my (Dm)watch chain,(D2) (Dm) To let the (Bb7)fellers know I (A7)died standing (Dm)pat. (A7) (Dm)Seventeen (A7)coal-black (Dm)horses (D2) (Dm) Hitched to a (Am7)rubber-tired (A)hack, (A7) There's (Dm)twelve men (A7)going to the (Dm)graveyard, (D2) (Dm) Only e(Bb7)leven (A7) coming (Dm)back. (Dm/C) (D2/Bb) (A7) I want (Dm)six crap(A7)shooters for pall(Dm)bearers, (D2) (Dm) A chorus girl to (Am7)sing me a (A)song, (A7) And put a (Dm)jazz band (A7)on my hearse (Dm)wagon, (D2) (Dm) To raise (Bb7)hell as we (A7) roll a(Dm)long. (A7) - Two instrumental verses - (Dm) Now that you've (A7)heard my (Dm)story, (D2) (Dm) I'll take another (Am7)shot of (A)booze, (A7) And if (Dm)anyone (A7)here should (Dm)ask me, (D2) (Dm) I got those (Bb7)St. James In(A7)firmary (Dm) blues. (Dm/C) (D2/Bb) (A7) (Dm) (Dm/C) (D2/Bb) (A7) (Dm) My arrangement. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

You Have To Like Lonesome Lyrics Fred Grittner & Ron Beliveau, Music Jan Hauenstein (Am) (Em) (Am) (Em) (Am)Driving down to Main Street On a (Em)fading Friday night, (Am) Heading for the liquor store With its (Em)burnt-out neon light. (F)I've done this a thousand times, I (Am)never got it right. Some(F)times you have to (Dm7)fold your hand, Give (E)up this pointless (Am)fight. (A2) A (Am)hundred miles from (Dm)nowhere With (G)no place left to (Am)go. You have to like (Fj7)lonesome When you're (E)just a one-man (Am)show. (Dm) (G) (Am) (Dm) (G) (Am) I remember Main Street When there (Em)was a picture show, A (Am)hardware store, a barber shop, Good (Em)friends would come and go. Now (F)all are dark and quiet, Silent (Am)echoes of the past, (F) All I have are (Dm7)memories I (E)know I can't out(Am)last. (A2) A (Am)hundred miles from (Dm)nowhere With (G)no place left to (Am)go. You have to like (Fj7)lonesome When you're (E)just a one-man (Am)show. (Dm) (G) (Am) The (Fj7)church gave up its stain glass, This (Cj7)town gave up its soul. I (Fj7)feel like one sad soldier, (E)Lost out on patrol.(E7) - Instrumental, chorus chords, like first chorus - (Am)Running all the stop signs, You could (Em)say that I was free. (Am) Rusty empty silos Are the (Em)only sights I see. (F)Saying to myself tonight, I'll (Am)just have one more beer. A (F)fool’s a fool that (Dm7)fools himself, Then (E)up and disap(Am)pears. (A2) A (Am)hundred miles from (Dm)nowhere With (G)no place left to (Am)go. You have to like (Fj7)lonesome When you're (E)just a one-man (Am)show. (Dm) (G) (Am) (Em) (Am) You have to like (Fj7)lonesome (hold) When you're just a one-man show. (Am)(hold) © Lyrics by Fred Grittner and Ronald Raymond Beliveau, August 9, 2021, Revised August 27, 2021, Music Jan Hauenstein, August 28, 2021 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Zirbeldrüse und Blutgemüse (Sine Qua Non) Jan Hauenstein (C) (Am) (F) (C) (G) Ich nehme (C)Zirbeldrüsengulasch und (Am)Eingeweideblutgemüse, (F)Fötus oder Jungkind, sag' Be(C)scheid in der Kom(G)büse. Was (F)Hillary und Bill schmeckt, das (C)ist mir gerade recht, Ja, die (G)Adrenochrompraline (F)gestern war nicht (C)schlecht! Sag, was (E7)gibt es nächste Woche? Das (Am)jüngste Gericht? Hilla(E7)ry sieht aus wie zwanzig, keine (Am)Falte im Gesicht! Gates (G)rennt die hundert Meter in (F)unter fünf Se(C)kunden, George (Am)Soros hat Mount (F)Everest mit (C)einem kühnen (F)Sprung (G) Heut´ über(C)wunden! Ja, ja, das (C)Zirbeldrüsengulasch und das (Am)Eingeweideblutgemüse, (F)Lecker auch das Soufflé von der (C)Hirnanhang(G)drüse, Ich (F)altere nicht mehr, ich (C)dreh´ die Uhr zurück, Ich (G)kann es kaum fassen, in der (F)Jugend (G)liegt das (C)Glück! Es gibt (E7)eh zu viele Menschen (Am)auf dieser Welt, Was (E7)macht's da schon, wenn man ein paar (Am)Kinder stiehlt und quält? Wir (G)sind die Elite, wir re(F)gieren den (C)Erdball, Und (Am)wer das nicht kapiert, hat (F)einen Alu(G)hutknall! Da (Am)kannst du ruhig weinen, (Fj7)Xavier Naidoo, Deinem (Dm)Winselgesang hört doch (Am)kaum noch einer zu, Und (E7)du, Hunne Hildmann, du ve(Am)ganes Genie, Dir (F)sage ich ganz freundlich: (C)„Fick dich ins (G)Knie!“ Ich nehme (C)Zirbeldrüsengulasch mit (Am)Eingeweideblutgemüse, (F)Fötus oder Jungkind, sag' Be(C)scheid in der Kom(G)büse. Was (F)Hillary und Bill schmeckt, das (C)ist mir gerade recht, Ja, die (G)Adrenochrompraline (F)gestern war nicht (C)schlecht! Und man (E7)sieht ja, wie es wirkt, (Am)wir sind die Genies, Lasst uns (E7)schlemmen, lecker Zirbel, uns (Am)ist vor gar nichts fies! Ihr (G)Deppen liebt Trump, den (F)Heiland der Idi(C)oten, Dem Kre(Am)tin hauen wir jetzt auf die (F)miesen (G)kleinen (C)Pfoten! (G) Setzt eure (Am)Aluhüte auf, (Fj7)lasst euch nicht impfen, Sterbt (Dm)ruhig etwas früher, da (Am)werden wir nicht (G)schimpfen. A(F)drenochrom ist (E7)gut für das Ge(Am)nom, A(Dm)drenochrom ist (G)gut für das Ge(C)nom! (Am) (F) (C) (G) Ja, ja, das (C)Zirbeldrüsengulasch und das (Am)Eingeweideblutgemüse, (F)Lecker auch das Soufflé von der (C)Hirnanhang(G)drüse, Ich (F)altere nicht mehr, ich (C)dreh´ die Uhr zurück, Ich (G)kann es kaum fassen, in der (F)Jugend (G)liegt (F)das (C)Glück! (Am) (F) (C) (G) (C) (Am) (F) (C) (G) (C) (Am) (F) (C) (G) (C) (F) (C) Worte Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 09 October 2020, Musik 26 Oktober janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com An almost literal translation into English: Pineal Gland And Blood Vegetables Jan Hauenstein I'll have pineal gland goulash with intestinal blood vegetables, From fetus or young child, let them know in the kitchen. What Hillary and Bill like is just fine with me, Yes, the adrenochrome praline yesterday was not bad! Say, what's on the menu next week? What's the *latest dish? (*also: Judgement Day) Hillary looks as if she were twenty, not a wrinkle on her face! Bill Gates runs the hundred meters dash in less than five seconds, George Soros has jumped Mount Everest with one bold leap today! Yes, yes, the pineal gland goulash and the intestinal blood vegetables, Delicious also the soufflé from the pituitary gland, I don't age anymore, I turn back the clock, I can hardly believe it, in youth lies happiness! There are too many people in this world anyway, What does it matter if you steal and torture a few children? We are the elite, we rule the globe, And whoever doesn't get that is an aluminum hat idiot! You can cry, *Xavier Naidoo, (*German singer, right wing moron) Hardly anyone listens to your whimpering singing anymore, And you, *Hun Hildmann, you vegan genius, (*Attila H., cook and right wing moron) I'll tell you very nicely: "Fuck you!" I'll have pineal goulash with intestinal blood vegetables, From fetus or young child, let them know in the kitchen. What Hillary and Bill like, that's just fine with me, Yes, the adrenochrome praline yesterday was not bad! And you can see how well it works, we are the geniuses, Let's feast, delicious pineal gland, we'll eat just about anything! You fools love Trump, the Savior of idiots, We'll hit the cretin on his mean little paws now! Put on your aluminum hats, do not get vaccinated, Just die a little earlier, we will not scold you. Adrenochrome is good for the genome, Adrenochrome is good for the genome! Yes, yes, the pineal gland goulash and the intestinal blood vegetables, Delicious also the soufflé from the pituitary gland, I don't age anymore, I turn back the clock, I can hardly believe it, in youth lies happiness! 19 October 2020 Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version), edited.

Memories Jan Hauenstein (G) (C) (G) Give me back my (D)yesterdays, they (Cj7)were so good, it (D)seems, I could (C)talk with friends about (D) politics And only (B7)secretly thought they were (Em)hicks from the sticks. My (C)friends all were (D)kind, hardly (Am7)anybody was (D)mean, (Em) Give me back the (Cj7)yesterdays (D) of my (G)dreams. (C) (G) Give me back my (D)childhood days, they were so (Cj7)innocent, it (D)seems, How we (C)played and had fun until the (D)day was done, And (B7)all the time the sun would smile on (Em) everyone. My (C)little buddies all were (D)kind, hardly (Am7)anybody was (D)mean, (Em) Give me back the (Cj7)childhood days (D) of my (G)dreams. (C) (G) Give me back my (D)teenage days, they (Cj7)were so fine, it (D)seems, You could (C)talk with a friend on a (D)day without end And have (B7)fun with sweet lovers a(Em)gain and again. My teenage (C)friends and lovers all were (D)kind, hardly (Am7)anybody was (D)mean, (Em) Give me back the (Cj7)teenage days (D) of my (G)dreams. (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) And (C)then I met the (D)love of my life, we had (G)children, one, two, (Em)three, They (Am)were our pride and (D)joy and we (F)never quarreled much, (C)did we? My (Am)memory plays (Em)tricks on me? (C) What´s that you (D)say? You (F)must be wrong, I am (C)sure you are wrong, and (D) any(D4)way…(D) (G) Give me back my (D)working days, they (Cj7)were so grand, it (D)seems, There were no (C)carpetbaggers and no (D)pussy grabbers, No (B7)evil braindead bullies and no (Em)mean backstabbers. My (C)workmates and my boss were (D)kind, hardly (Am7)anybody was (D)mean, (Em) Give me back the (Cj7)working days (D) of my (G)dreams. (C) (G) Give me back my (D)golden old days, they were so (Cj7)sweet, it (D)seems, My (C)family took (D)care of me, I (Am)thought they would for in(D)finity. I have (B7)no idea how and (Em)why I (C)wound up here, you (D)see? For my (C)family was so (D)kind, hardly (Am7)anybody was (D)mean, (Em) Give me back the (Cj7)golden old days (D) of my (G)dreams. (Em) (C) (D) You (G)surely must know, you (Bm)crazy old fool, Since (Am7)days of yore it´s been an (D) iron rule (C) Old folks create a (Am)good life in their (D)minds, (G) With a few true (Bm)memories, a (Am7)lot of half-truths and (D)lies… I (Em)have already (Am)said too much, and by (C)all means try to (D)save The (Am)memories of a (C)grand life on your (D)short way (D2) to the (G)grave. (D2) (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (F) (C) (Am) (D) (D2) (D)(hold) (G) Give me back my (D)yester(hold)days…(G) Words Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 09 November 2020, Music 10 November janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Talk (White Privilege) Jan Hauenstein (Am) (Am/G) (Fj7) (E) Said the (Am)father to his teenage (Em7)kid, (Dm) We have to talk, and (Am)this is it: There are (Bb6)folks on the street, (Am)dressed in blue. Some are (Am7)good, some are bad. (Fj7) Yes, you already knew. (Fadd9) And (Am)some of them don´t need any ex(Em7)cuse To (Dm)bully and hurt, to (Am)beat and abuse, (Em7) They seem to see it as (Dm)good dirty fun. (Am)Listen, (Am/G)listen, (Am/F)listen, son. (E) (Am) (Am/G) (Fj7) (E) When they (Am)stop you, (Em7)don´t run away, Say, (Dm)‘Yes, sir’, and what(E)ever happens, (E7) (hold) obey. Lift your (Am)hands up high, (Em7)show them you´re not armed, (Dm) Do what they say, (Am) or you may get harmed. (Bb6) Show respect where (Am)none is earned, (Am7)Swallow your pride, or you (Fj7)might get burned. (Fadd9) (Am) They´ll call you names much (E)worse than black, It´ll (Am)hurt, son. It will (Am/G)hurt, but (Am/F) never talk back.(E) (Am) (Am/G) (Fj7) (E) Don´t (Am)try to be brave, God(Fj7)dammit, stay (Fadd9)safe! And (Am)never ever, (Em7)never run, Do you (Am)hear me, are you (E)listening, son? There´s (Am)nothing we can dis(Em7)cuss here, kid, That´s the (Dm)way it is, this is (Am) it. And (Fj7)sadly, the last thing I have to (E)say (E7) (hold) Is they might kill you, anyway. (Am) (Am/G) (Fj7) (E) (Am) (Am/G) (Fj7) (E) (Am) Words Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 28 August, Music 30 August 2020 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Particle And Wave (Goodness In The World) John Gorka (E) (C#m) (A) (F#m) (F#m6) (F#m7) (F#m)(hold) (E)Never stop believing There is (G#m)goodness in the world, There is (A)goodness in the world, (Am)Goodness in the world. I (E)see children marching, There is (G#m)goodness in the world, I (A)listen to them speaking, There is (Am)goodness in the world. When we (E)finally do the right thing, There is (G#m)goodness in the world, (Am)Goodness in the worl(E)d. We need to be reminded There is (G#m)goodness in the world, Too (A)often we are blinded To the (Am)goodness in the world. They are (E)working hard to find it, The (G#m)goodness in the world (Am)Goodness in the world.(E) You can't beat fear with fear, You can't beat (Ej7) hate with hate. Only (F#m)love can do that. It's (A)not too (B)late, No, it's (E)not too late, No, it's (Ej7)not too late, Though (F#m)justice seems to… hesitate, (A) It's not (B)too (C#m)late. (F#m) (A) (B) I (E)saw a sea of people, Both (G#m)particle and wave, (F#m)Teach the ones who came before A (A)new way to behave. (E) I saw a sea of people, Both (Ej7)particle and wave, Wash (F#m)over the world, Their (A)very lives to (A5)save.(hold) (E) Never stop believing There is (G#m)goodness in the world, There is (A)goodness in the world, There is (Am)goodness in the world. (E) Never stop believing There is (G#m)goodness in the world, (F#m) Goodness in the worl(E)d, There is (Am)goodness in the word,(E) (F#m)Goodness in the (Am) worl(E)d. © John Gorka, All Rights Reserved The way I play it, John Gorka plays in the key of D in the video. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Sun Is Out Today Jan Hauenstein (G) (Em) (Am7) (D) The (G)sun is out today, and (Bm7)so am I, A (C)few white clouds (D)frolic in the sky. The (Em)bees are singing, birds (C)make a buzzing (D)sound, I (Am7)just don´t care if it’s the (C)other (D7)way a(G)round. And the (Em)little ones sure have (C)such a lot of fun, (D)Scream and shout, they love the (Em)warmth of the sun. The (C)playground resounds (D)with their joyful (G)noise, (F)Love to hear you laugh when you (C)play, girls and (D)boys! (B7)Hey Jan, come, we’ll build a (Em)castle made of sand! (Am)Time spent that way is time (D)very well spent. (B7)Get up, old lazybones, (Em)come on, let’s play! (C)Time cannot be spent in (D)a much better (G)way. (Bm7) (C) (D) (F) (C) (Am) (D) (G) (Em) (Am7) (D) The (G)sun is sinking low, but (Bm7)careful and slow, To(C)morrow‘ll be another sunny (D)day, I know. The (Em)birds are barking, (C)dogs sing their evening (D)song, I (Am7)just don´t care if (C)I got (D7)that all (G)wrong. And the (Em)little ones sure had (C)such a lot of fun, Their (D)young minds relive a day (Em)spent in the sun. (C)“Read me a story, and (D)I can sleep well to(G)night.” “Dearest (F)darling, I will. And (C)then, sleep (D)tight. We’ll go (C)fishing for the (Am)best of all dreams for (D)you this (G)night.” Words Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 11 March 2021, Music 12 March For Tomke and Leevke janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Less Is More Words Fred Grittner, Music Jan Hauenstein (Em) (B7) (Am) (Em) What you’re holding, I (B7)need just a taste, A (Am)second helping Would (Em)be a waste. Less is more, (Am) Less is more, In this (B7)land of illusions, Less is (Em)more. (B7) I (Em)won’t let no fashion Dic(B7)tate my plans, (Am)Clothes can hide, But they can’t (Em)make a man. Less is more, (Am) Less is more. In this (B7)world of indulgence, Less is (Em)more. (F) Don’t want no diamonds, (G) Don’t want no gold, (E) I just want a woman Who I (Am)know I can hold. (F) (G) (E) (A) (Em)Why are you wearing All that (B7)French perfume? Just (Am)be yourself, And you can (Em)call the tune. Less is more, (Am) Less is more, In this (B7)age of confusion, Less is (Em)more. (B7) (Am) (Em) Old King Midas Never (B7)learned to share, And (Am)when he was dying, No(Em)body could care. Less is more, (Am) Less is more, In a (B7)crowd of possessions, Less is (Em)more. Less is more, (Am) Less is more, In the (B7)dominion of greed, Less is (Em)more. Words © 1985, Fred Grittner; Music 22 April 2021 Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Bible Belt Jesus Jan Hauenstein (G) (D) (C) (D) When the (G)sun shines, when it (D)freezes, The one who (C)loves me is my (G)Jesus, He (Em)saves me from the (Am7)immigrants and (D)Jews. Re(C)member, His name is (Am)Jesus, not Jay-(D)sus. And we were (G)taught by our daddies and (D)mommies Jesus (C)hates the dirty rotten (G)commies. He’ll (Bm)make of them an e(Em)xample, He’ll ex(C)pel them from the (D) Holy (G)Temple! It´s (Em)surely good (C)not to forget (Em)Jesus can fly faster than (C)even Kenneth Copeland’s (Em)jet! But we’ve (C)got to trust those holy (D)preachers, E(B7)specially when they be(Em)seech us To (Am)spit out the money for a (C) teeny weenie (D)Jet or three, or a (E)Lamborghini. (Am)Praise the (D)Lord! Praise the (E)Lord! He´ll (Em)never drive a Porsche, he’ll (D)only drive a (Em)Ford. I (C)tell you we have to keep A(D)merica clean, (D7)Here’s an example of (Em)what I mean: Those (Am)gay butt-lovers com(D)mit a dirty evil (Em)sin, As (Am)Franklin Graham (C)tells us again and a(D)gain. And he (B7)says we have the (Em)power to pray Gay (Am)sinners and all the pedo-(C)Muslims away. (Am)Out with the Muslims, the (D)lesbians. and all the the gay (Em)men! (Am)Can I get, (C)can I get, (D)can I get an a(E)men? (Am) (C) (D) (Em) (Am) (G) (C) (D) We (Em)love our neighbors, the (D)God-fearing kind, The (C)ones who live next (G)door. (Em)As to the immigrants from (D)far away, we have a (C)mind To wage a Holy (D)War! I (Am)know you’ll join me in my (D)shout: Keep them (C)out! Keep them (D)out! Keep them (E)out! But (Em)all the unborn (D)babies, keep them (C)in Their mother´s (G)womb, a(C)bortion is a mortal (D)sin. A (G)child is born! The (D)child and the mother? We’ll for(C)get about them, (G) we won’t bother A(Em)bout the trouble and the (C)strife They’ll (Am)face throughout their (Em)lives. Why (Am)couldn´t the mothers have been (C)good God-fearing (D)wives? And there´s (G)one more thing I (D)always knew: My (C)Jesus surely never (G)ever was a Jew. He was a (Am)white American, (C) just like me and (D)you! If it’s (G)daytime or dark (D)night, My (C)Jesus’ skin is (G) milky-white, He’s the (Em)Savior of the (C)proud white (D)race, And I’m (C)sure he has a (Am)proud (D) white (G)face! (D) (C) (Am) (C) (D) (Em) (Am) (G) (C) (D) (G) Words Jan Hauenstein. Goettingen, 05 and 07 January 2021, Music 11 January janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Room 13 Jan Hauenstein (Am) (D) (F) (E) It was a (Am)week ago that she (D)read the ad In the (Am)local paper, (D)and it said: ‘I am a (F)gentle man, and I will (Fj7)treat you like a queen, (Cj7)Meet me in the Paradise, (E7/B) room 1(Am)3.’ (G) She parks her (Am)car in the lot behind the (D)Paradise Motel, She (Am)knows room 13 is on the (Fj7) second floor. She (Am)walks to the room, sighs, (D) ‘Oh my, what the hell, I’m (Am)going to meet a man I’ve (Fj7)never seen be(Am)fore.’ (G) (Am) She makes (F)sure she’s just a(Dm7)bout five minutes late, She’s (G)more than just a (Am)little bit afraid. She (F)checks and sees her lipstick (Dm7)is just right, She (G)hopes that this will (Am)finally be the night She’ll get (Fj7)something she’s been (Cj7)so long so hungry (E7/B)for. And he´s (Am)waiting, and he's standing (D)by the bed, A friendly (Am)smile, says, ‘Hey, good looking.’ (D) Nothing more, And she (F)says. ‘It’s been a while, I am a (Fj7)tiny bit afraid, And I’ve (G)never done anything (E7/B) like this be(Am)fore.’ (G) And (Am)he’s more gentle than she’d (D)thought he’d be, Lets her (Am)lead in the dance for that (Bbj7) short eternity, She (Am)thinks the wrong thing was the (D)right thing for her, So much (F)better than that loveless (Fj7) matrimonial des(Am)pair. No, I (G)won’t tell you more Of what (F)happened be(G)hind that number 13 (Am)door. (G) (Am) (F) (E7) (Am) (Fj7) (Dm7) (G) (Am) (D) (F) (E7) (Am) (Bbj7) (E7) And she (Am)drives away, a (D)little ashamed, But she (Am)knows she will try to (Fj7) meet him again. She’s a(Am)ware he’s a hunter, (D)out for his fun, She (Am)knows she’s probably not the (Fj7) only one. Doesn’t (Am)matter, she was lucky, she (G)got what she bargained (Am)for, (Am7) They’ll (F)meet again be(G)hind that number 13 (Am)door. (G) (Fj7) (E7) No (Am)love, no ro(D)mance, (Am)Just that old, old (D) dance, Not e(F)xactly paradise in the (Fj7) Paradise Motel, But (Cj7)needs are needs, and (E7/B)there’s nothing more to (Am)tell. Words Jan Hauenstein, 02 April 2021, Music 03 and 04 April janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Makes As Much Sense Jan Hauenstein (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) I (G)saw and saw a turtle, (Em7)wondrously fair, Wher(Am)ever I looked, she was (D)already there. (Em) She blew her fingers, (C)crossed her (D)nose. (Am7) (D) (G)I chased her to the (Em7)Finnish lion, Who (Am)claimed that the turtle (D)had been lying (C) Down in hiding (G)all of the time, And he pro(C)ceeded to (D)roughly lick my (G)toes. (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) I (G)barked at a dog, he (Em7)went up in smoke, It was (Am)quite a shock, not (D)much of a joke, Poor (Em)dog, he (C)surely was (D)out of a joint. (Am7) (D) A (G)mighty yelp came from (Em7)high in the sky, ''I don't (Am)like to be this smoky, (D)please let me die.'' And the (C)smoke stretched long, (G)howled a last goodbye, Stretched (C)way be(D)yond its breaking (G)point. (Em7) (Am) (D) (C)Makes as much sense to (D)me as the (G)world does these (Em)days, (Am)Makes as much sense to (D)me as the (C)world, I (G) say. (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) I (E)once had a cat in a (Am)cowboy hat, More (G)fat than flat, not much to (Am)look at, But (F)once she spat fire at a (C)black rat (E)That had shat on her (Am)doormat, ''Ah, (Dm)tit for tat, I'm a (E/B)(hold)cat (E/B)(hold)at (E/B)(hold)bat'', she (Am)said. (G) (C)Makes as much sense to (D)me as the (G)world does these (Em)days, (Am)Makes as much sense to (D)me as the (C)world, I (G)say. (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) I (G)once saw a horse fond of (Em7)sexual intercourse, He'd (Am)lost his touch, took a (D) refresher course, He (Em)didn't know (C)what to do, didn't have a (D)clue. (Am7) (D) The (G)mare had an affair and (Em7)gave him a scare, ''I (Am)love a bipolar bear, he is (D)wondrously fair, And I (C)swear his hardware is be(G)yond compare.'' I (C)think the stallion prob'ly (D)(hold)was… a Norwegian (G)Blue. (Em7) (Am) (D) (C)Makes as much sense to (D)me as the (G)world does these (Em)days, Makes (Am)as much sense to (D)me as the (C)world, I (G)say. Yeah, it (C)makes as much sense to (D)me as the (G)world does these (Em)days, (Am)Makes as much sense to (D)me as the (C)world, (G) I say. (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (G) Words Jan Hauenstein, 23 November 2020, Music 24 November janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Two Old Men Jan Hauenstein (G) (C) (C5) (D) (G)Two old men, (C)sitting in the sun, No (D)need to know their names, oh, it was (G)Tom and Jan, (C)Telling each other about the (G)battles they won, Spinning (C)homespun (D)yarns by the (G)metric ton. (C) (D) (G) Their (Em)conversation me(C)andered to and fro, (C5)Mostly they talked about (D)so-and-so, Who did with (Em)what’s-her-name you-don’t-(C)want-to-know-what, And he (C5)shouldn’t have done that, the (D)silly old sod! They saw a (G)gander and a goose, be(C)having lewd and loose, Their (D)tired eyes perceived they were in(G)tent to reproduce. And the (C)old men´s toes were a-(G)twitching in their shoes, And their (C)stomachs produced a lot of (D) gastric juice. “I re(F)member the May when (Am)May to me would say, “How a(Dm)bout sweetly merging our (Am)bodies today?” ” “Re(F)member the June when (C)June mooned me From the (Am)lowest branch of a (D7)bonsai tree?” (G)Two old men, (C)sitting in the sun, (D)Half drunk and ailing, but they (G)had a lot of fun, (C)Each of them knowing he (G)could’ve been the one To have (C)done all the great things that (D)never have been (G)done, (C) (D) (G) Like (Em)disinventing a(C)tomic power, More (C5)dangerous by the minute, let a(D)lone by the hour, ‘N’ how a(Em)bout the take-out-the-(C)garbage machine, The (C5)greatest machine the (D)world has never seen? And that’s kind of sad, isn’t it? - Instrumental, bridge chords - (G)Two old men, (C)sitting in the rain, Getting (D)wet while trying to feel (G)younger again, (C)Whooping louder than two (G)whooping cranes, Feeling (C)feelings they just don’t (D)care to ex(G)plain. (C) (D) (G) (Em)Old and gone to seed, but they (C)both agreed To meet a(C5)gain in the park at the (D)utmost speed, For it (Em)feels so good not to (C)feel all alone When your (C5)brain’s half drained and you’re (D)weary to the bone. Just (G)two old men, (C)chewing the fat, And when they’d (D)chewed up all the fat, Well, (G)(hold)that (G)(hold)was (G)(hold)that. (G) Two old men. Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 17 March 2021, Words 28 March janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Blue Mood Jerry Jeff Walker (E) (E4) (E) (E4) I'd a(E)lready turned the (E7)lights out, (A) almost gone to (F#m7)sleep, When a (B)little voice in(A)side me asked, “Are you (B7)all you thought you'd (E)be?” (E4) (E) (E4) (E) This late night singing is just like (E7)dreaming, more like (A) just talking to your(F#m7)self. I (B)don't find many (A)answers, but the (B7)music always (E)helps. (E4) (E)(hold) It's just a (Aj7)blue mood I'm in, comes (G#m)every now and then, It's the (F#m7)kind that softly (B)knocks you down to your (E)knees. (E4) (E) (E4) But (Aj7)it's going to pass in time, in a (G#m)day or two, I'll be fine. It´s just to(F#m7)night those blues got the (B)last ol' laugh on (E)me. (E4) (E) (E4) I heard they (E)got Suzanna's (E7)money, like they (A)stole Fred Neil´s and (F#m7)mine. Well, I (B)guess that rein(A)forces music's (B7)all we've got some(E)times. (E4) (E) (E4) Hell, life's (E)mostly handshakes and di(E7)vorces, True-blue (A)friends that bend and swa(F#m7)y, The (B)price for living (A)honestly comes (B7)hard-earned every (E)day. (E4) (E)(hold) It's just a (Aj7)blue mood I'm in, comes (G#m)every now and then, It's the (F#m7)kind that softly (B)knocks you down to your (E)knees. (E4) (E) (E4) But (Aj7)it's gonna pass in time, in a (G#m)day or two, well, I'll be fine. It´s just to(F#m7)night those blues got the (B)last ol' laugh on (E)me. (E4) (E) (E4) - Instrumental, half a verse - I've been re(E)covering from (E7)surgery, (A) they took a piece of (F#m7)me. Well, (B)I've been cut much (A)deeper, I always (B7)got back on my (E)feet, (E4) (E) (E4) But with the (E)passing of Leonard (E7)Cohen, then the (A)loss of John Prine,(F#m7) I (B)see the light of (A)our own days gets (B7)dimmer all the (E)time. (E4) (E)(hold) It's just a (Aj7)blue mood I'm in, comes (G#m)every now and then, It's the (F#m7)kind that softly (B)knocks you down to your (E)knees. (E4) (E) (E4) But (Aj7)it's gonna pass in time, in a (G#m)day or two, well, I'll be fine. But to(F#m7)night those blues got the (B)last ol' laugh on (E)me. (E4) (E) (E4) Yeah, to(F#m7)night those blues got the (B)last ol' laugh on (E)me. (E4) (E) (E4) (E) (E4) (E) © Jerry Jeff Walker, All Rights Reserved The way I play and sing it, very much like Jerry Jeff. A little update in the third verse to take the song into this century. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Pineal Gland Goulash And Young Blood Veggies (Sine Qua Non) Jan Hauenstein (G) (D) (C) (G) I'll have pineal gland goulash, veggies (D)drenched in young blood, From (C)fetuses or kiddies, young lives (D)nipped in the bud. That´s what (G)Hillary and Bill had? De(D)licious, I agree, Yeah, the a(Am)drenochrome praline is (D)just right for (G)me!(C) (G) (D) What´s on the (G)menu for next week? What´ll (C)be the next sen(D)sation? Gates (Em)outran a (C)horse, he was (A7)rocking the (D)nation! (Em)Hillary looks so (C)young, there´s not a (C5)wrinkle on her (D)face, George (G)Soros jumped Mount (C)Everest, he was (D)almost lost in (G)space!(Em) (C) (D) (C)We rule the (G)world, our (D)scheme works oh so (Em)well, We´re so (C)young and fit and healthy, and (D)any fool can (Em)tell That a(Am)drenochrome is (D)good for our genome, A(C)drenochrome is so (D)good for our ge(G)nome! It´s (Am)good as a praline, (C)good with goose or game, I don´t (A7)like it in a fish dish, but I´ll (D7)eat it just the same! (D7/4) (D7) The (G)world is overcrowded, (D) what can we say? Abduct and (C)torture all those kids, it does not (D)matter, anyway. (G)We are the masters, the e(D)lite, yeah, we rule, And who(Am)ever does not get that´s an (D)aluminum (D7)hat (G)fool! (C) (G) (D) (Em)Trump is your hero? A (Bm)fool and a zero. (C)He´ll go down in histo(D)ry For his stu(Am)pidity (D) And (Em)infamy. (Am) (C) (D) (D4) (D) You say you (G)know all about us? You can (D)weep, you can wail, Hardly (Em)anyone believes you. I´ll (C)have the young blood (D)cocktail. We don´t (G)age anymore, we (D)turn back the clock, Super(Em)men and superwomen, we (Am)rock, (C)rock, (D7)rock, yeah, we (G)rock! (D) - Instrumental, chords like the verse above - I'll have (G)pineal gland goulash, veggies (D)drenched in young blood, From (C)fetuses or kiddies, young lives (D)nipped in the bud. That´s what (G)Hillary and Bill had? De(D)licious, I agree, Yeah, the a(Am)drenochrome praline is (D)just (D7)right for (G)me! (C) (G) (D) We´re (Em)getting younger and younger, (Bm)bye bye to the tomb, The (Am)only danger is one day we´ll (D)crawl back into the (G)womb. (D) (C) (G) Words for the English version Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 25 October 2020, Music 26 October janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Just A Little Blue Touch Jan Hauenstein (Cj7) (Em7) (Dm) (G) He reaches (Cj7)out across the bed, a(Dm)gain, for his wife, But there´s a (G)hole in the bed, there’s a (Cj7)hole in his life. (Em7) They’d been married for (Dm)more than forty years, She died (G)two years ago, and (Fj7)time has (G)almost dried his (Cj7) tears. (Fj7) (G) At (Cj7)first he did not find it (Dm)easy to be brave, The (G)pain of loss hit him like a (Cj7) cold bitter wave, (Em7) He missed her so much that a (Dm)dull aching pain (G)Hit him like a hammer, a(Cj7)gain and again. (Fj7) (G) (Cj7) (F) But the kids come (G)over frequen(Am) tly, the (G)grandkids too, (F) He makes sure they (Am)never (Dm) see him (G)blue. (F) He puts on his brave (G)face, all (Am)sunshine and no (G)rain, (F)And he hopes that soon they (G)will (C) visit again. (Fj7) (G) But some (Am)half-hidden sadness is (E7)always there, A (Am)little blue touch of (Bbj7) quiet despair. When you (Am)ask him about it, he (E7)says, “It is not much. It is (Am)no big deal, it’s just a (Bbj7)little blue touch, (Dj7) A (Fj7)little blue touch.” (G) (G4) (G) (F)Time is a great (G)healer? Do (Am)you believe that (G)lie? The (F)pain gets more (Am)bearable, (Dm) nothing (G)more. It (F)rarely happens (G)now (Am) that he has to (G)cry, But (F)when the teardrops fall, it still (G)shakes him to the (C)core. (Fj7) (G) He goes (Cj7)shopping, cleans the house, (Dm) he goes for walks, The (G)neighbors are good folks, he en(Cj7)joys the friendly talks. He (Em7)tells himself he is (Dm)careful with the booze, He (G)tells himself it helps him (Fj7) chase a(G)way the (Cj7)blues. (Fj7) (G) He pre(Cj7)tends he manages the (Dm)pain pretty well, He gladly (G)laughs with his friends when they (Cj7) share a meal, And he is (Em7)almost sure hardly (Dm)anyone can tell He is (G)trying to hide a scar (Fj7) that refuses to (Cj7)heal. (Fj7) (G) And some (Am) half-hidden sadness is (E7)always there, A (Am)little blue touch of (Bbj7) quiet despair. When you (Am)ask him about it, he (E7)says, “It is not much, It is (Am)no big deal, it’s just a (Bbj7) little blue touch.” When you (Am)ask him about it, he (E7)lies, “It is not much. It is (Am)no big deal, just a (Bbj7) little blue touch, (Dj7) (Fj7)A little blue touch.” (G) (G4) (G) He reaches (Cj7)out across the bed, a(Dm)gain, for his wife, But there´s a (G)hole in the bed, there’s a (Cj7)hole in his life. Words Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 12 April 2021, Music 13 April janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

A Malt, A Pipe, And An Old Guitar Jan Hauenstein (Cj7) (A7) (Dm7) (G7b9) (Cj7) (G7/4) (Bb) (Am)When the night falls dark and I (G)feel a little blue, A (Fj7)single malt and a pipe will (Em7) usually do, (D2) That (Dm) and my old gui(Am)tar.(A2) (Am) Write with old friends, (G)learn a new song, Good (F)music on the stereo, (Fj7) play along, All (Em7)that has served me well, (Dm) so (Am)far. (G) (Cj7) (D#j7) (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) (Am) (Bb) (Am) (E7) (Am)Sip a little, smoke a little, (G)make the strings sing, Hum a(Fj7)long to their magic, let my (Em7)thoughts take wing, Feels (D2)good, (Dm) and the night is my (Am)friend.(A2) (Am) All the madness in the world (G)won’t go away, The (F)bullies, the idiots, (Fj7) all the foul play, Got to (Em7)deal with it, (Dm) it never will (Am)end. (G) (Cj7) (D#j7) (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) (Am) (Bb) (Am) (E7) But (Am)when the night falls and I (G)feel a little blue, A (Fj7)single malt and a pipe will (Em7) usually do, (D2)That (Dm) and my old gui(Am)tar. (A2) (Am) Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, Words and Music 01 March 2021 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com