1. | Absolute Beginners |
2. | Aladdin Sane |
3. | All The Young Dudes |
4. | Andy Warhol |
5. | Ashes To Ashes |
6. | Changes |
7. | Drive In Saturday |
8. | Five Years |
9. | Five Years.2 |
10. | Heroes |
11. | Lady Grinning Soul |
12. | Lady Stardust |
13. | Moonage Daydream |
14. | My Death |
15. | Panic In Detroit |
16. | Queen Bitch |
17. | Rock N Roll Suicide |
18. | Soul Love |
19. | Space Oddity |
20. | Starman |
21. | Suffragette City |
22. | Young Americans |
23. | Ziggy Stardust |
D | Bm | C#m | Gdim | F#7 |
I've nothing much to | offer, | there's nothing much to | take |
G | D | C | Bm | Em | A |
I'm an absolute be | ginner, | but I'm absolutely | sane |
D | Bm | C#m | Gdim | F#7 |
As long as we're to | gether, | the rest may go to | hell |
G | D | C | Bm |
I absolutely | love you, | but we're absolute be | ginners |
G | D | F# | A |
With eyes completely | open, | but nervous all the | same |
Chorus |
Em | A | D | G |
If | our | love song could fly over | mountain |
Bm | F# | |
Could laugh at the | ocean, just like the f | ilms |
Em | A | D | G |
There's | no | reason to feel all the | hard times |
Bm | A | |
To lay down the | hard lines, it's absolutely | true |
D | Bm | C#m | Gdim | F#7 |
Nothing much could | happen, | nothing we can't | shake |
G | D | C | Bm | Em |
Though we're absolute be | ginners, | with nothing much at | stake |
A | |
D | Bm | C#m | Gdim |
As long as you're still | smiling, | there's nothing more I | need |
F#7 | |
G | D | C | Bm |
I absolutely | love you, | but we're absolute be | ginners |
G | D | F# | A |
But if my love is | your love, | we're certain to suc | ceed |
chorus |
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Bm | A | C | Bm | A | |
Intro: | , | , | , | , |
Bm |
Watching him dash away |
A |
Swinging an old boquet - dead roses |
C |
Sake and strange divine |
B5 | A |
Uh-hu-hu-uh-hu-uh, you'll make it |
Bm |
Passionate bright young things |
A |
Takes him away to war - don't fake it |
C |
Sadden glissando strings |
B5 |
Uh-hu-hu-uh-hu-uh, you'll make it |
Gm | F | Gm | F | Gm | F |
Whoo | o.. | .... will | love Aladdin | Sane |
A | G | A | F |
Battle cries and | champagne | just in time for | sunrise |
Gm | F | Gm | F | Gm | F | A |
Whoo | o.. | .... will | love Aladdin | Sane |
Bm |
Motor sensational |
A |
Paris or maybe hell - I'm waiting |
C |
Clutches of sad remains |
B5 |
Waits for Aladdin Sane - you'll make it |
Gm | F | Gm | F | Gm | F |
Whoo | o.. | .... will | love Aladdin | Sane |
A | G | A | F |
Millions weep a | fountain, | just in case of | sunrise |
Gm | F | Gm | F | Gm | F | Gm |
Whoo | o.. | .... will | love Aladdin | Sane |
F | A |
Will love Aladdin | Sane |
Break: the chords for that incredible piano break is A to G ad infinitum |
Gm | F | Gm | F | Gm | F |
Whoo | o.. | .... will | love Aladdin | Sane |
A | G | A | F |
Millions weep a | fountain, | just in case of | sunrise |
Gm | F | Gm | F | Gm | F | Gm |
Whoo | o.. | .... will | love Aladdin | Sane |
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A | D | A/C# |
Well, Billy | rapped all night about his su | icide |
Bm | D/A | |
How he'd | kick it in the head when he was | twenty five, |
F#m | A |
speed ive, don't wanna stay alive | when your twenty five. |
D | A/C# | |
And | Wendy's stealing clothes from | unlocked cars, and |
Bm | D | F#m |
Freddies got spots from | rippin' off the stars from his | face |
A | |
(funky little | boat race) |
Em | F#7 | Bm | |
The | television man is crazy saying were | juvenile deliquent | wrecks |
G | D | Asus4 | A | |
Oh | man I need TV | when I got | T.Rex - |
A | |
Oh broth | er you guessed, I'm a dude dad. |
Chorus |
D | A/C# | Bm7 |
Ah | all the young dudes |
D/A | Am |
carry the news |
G | F |
boogaloo dudes |
C/E | Bm | C | A/C# | D |
carry the news |
A/C# | Bm7 |
All the young dudes |
D/A | Am |
carry the news |
G | F |
boogaloo dudes |
C/E | Bm | C | A/C# |
carry the news |
Lucy looking sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen, |
but he can kick like mule it's a real mean team, |
but we can love - oh yes we can love. |
And my brothers back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, |
we never got it off on all that revolution stuff |
what a drag, - too many snags. |
Now I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine - |
got to race some cat to bed - oh is there concrete all around |
or is it it my head - Yeah I'm a dude dad. |
repeat chorus |
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Am | F |
Like to take a cement fix, be a standing cine | ma, |
Dm | F | Dm | Am | |
Dress my friends up | just for show, | see them as they | really | are |
Am | F |
Put a peephole in my brain, two new pence to have a | go, |
Dm | F | Dm | Am | |
Like to be a | gallery, put you | all ins | ide my | show, |
Chorus |
G | C | Dm | Am | Dm | Am | C | G |
Andy | Warhol, | looks a | scream, | hang him | on my | wa-a- | a-all |
G | C | Dm | Am | Dm | Am | C | G | D |
Andy | Warhol, | silver s | creen, can't | tell them a | part at | a-a- | a-a- | all |
Am | F |
Andy walking, Andy tired, Andy take a little | snooze, |
Dm | F | Dm | Am | |
Tie him up when he | fast asleep, | send him on a | pleasure | cruise |
Am | F |
When he wake up, on the beach, be sure to think of me and | you. |
Dm | F | Dm | Am | |
To think about paint and to | think about glue, what a | jolly boring | thing to | do. |
Chorus twice |
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Am | G | Dm | Am |
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G | Em |
Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early s | ong |
C | D |
I've heard a rumor from ground control Oh no don't say it' | s true |
F | C | G/B |
They got a message from the action man I'm happy hop | e you're happy | too |
F | G | E/G# |
I've loved all I've needed love Sordi | d det | ails following |
A | E |
The shrieking of nothing is killing me Just pictures o | f Jap girls in synthesis |
G | D | C | E |
And I ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair But the plane | t is | glowing |
F | G | C | A |
Ashes to Ashes funk to | funky We know major Tom' | s a junky |
F | G | Am | G | Dm |
Strung our in heaven's high Hitti | ng an all | time low |
A |
G | Em |
Time and again I tell myself I'll | stay clean tonight |
C | D |
But the little green wheels are following me Oh no not aga | in |
F | C | G/B |
I'm stuck with a valuable friend I'm hap | py hope you're | happy too |
G | E/G# | A | |
One flash of light but no s | moking pistol I've nev | er do | ne good things |
E | G |
I've never done bad things I've n | ever done anything out of the blue |
F | C |
I want an axe to break the ice I want | to come down right now |
F | G | C | Am |
Ashes to Ashes funk to | funky We know major | Tom's a junky |
F | G | Am |
Strung our in heaven's high Hitt | ing an | all time low |
Am | G | Dm | Am |
My m | ama | sai | d to get things done You'd better not mess with major Tom |
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{columns:2} |
C | Em |
I Still dont know what i was | waiting for |
F | G | |
And my | time was running | wild, |
F | |
A million | dead-end streets. |
C | Em | |
And | every time i thought i'd | got it made |
F | G13 | |
It seems the | taste was not so sweet, |
C | Dm7 | Em7 | Ebm7 | |
So i | turned my | self to | face me |
Dm7 | G7 | |
But | I've never caught a glimpse |
C | Dm7 | Em7 | Ebm7 | |
Of how the | others must | see the faker |
Dm7 | G7 | |
I'm much too | fast to take that | test |
F | C | Em | Am | |
Ch-ch-c | h-changes, | turn and | face the | strange. |
C | F | Am | D | |
Ch-ch- | ch-changes, | you | wanna be a richer man, |
G7 | F | C | Em | Am | C | F |
Ch-ch-ch- | changes, | turn and | face the | strange. |
Am | D | |
It's | gonna be a different | man. |
Am | G | F | Am | G | G11 | C |
Time | may [Bb(add9)]change | me -- but | i | cant | trace | time |
C | Em |
I watch the ripples change t | heir size |
F | G | |
But ne | ver leave the | stream |
F | |
Of warm im | permanence. |
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C | Em | |
And | so the days flow | thru my eyes |
F | G13 | |
But the days | still seem the same. |
C | Dm7 | Em7 | Ebm7 | |
And | this chil | dren you | spit on |
Dm7 | G7 | |
As | they try to change their | worlds, |
C | Dm7 | Em7 | Ebm7 | |
Are im | mune to your con | sultations. |
Dm7 | G7 | |
Theyr'e quite | aware of what they're going | thru. |
F | C | Em | Am | |
Ch-ch-c | h-changes, | turn and | face the | strange. |
C | F | Am | D | |
Ch-ch- | ch-changes, | don't | tell them to grow up and | out of it. |
G7 | F | C | Em | Am | C | F |
Ch-ch-ch- | changes, | turn and | face the | strange. |
Am | D | |
Ch-ch | -ch-changes, there's | your shame, |
Am | D | |
you'v | e left us up yo our n | eck in it. |
Am | G | F | Am | G | G11 | C |
Time | may [Bb(add9)]change | me -- but | you | cant | trace | time |
C | Dm7 | Em7 | Ebm7 | |
Strang | e fascination fa | scinating me. |
Dm7 | G7 | |
Oh changes are | taking the place I'm going | thru. |
F | C | Em | Am | |
Ch-ch-c | h-changes, | turn and | face the | strange. |
C | F | Am | D | |
Ch-ch- | ch-changes, | Oh loo | k out you Rock 'n rollers |
F | C | Em | Am | |
Ch-ch-c | h-changes, | turn and | face the | strange. |
Am | D | |
Ch-ch | -ch-changes, pretty s | oon now you're gonna get a little older. |
Am | G | F | Am | G | G11 | C |
Time | may [Bb(add9)]change me, | But i can' | t tra | ce ti | me. |
🏠 | 6 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
E | A | F#m |
Let me | put my arms around your head, | gee it's hot let's go to bed |
E6 |
Don't forget to turn on the light, don't laugh babe it'll be alright |
A | F#m |
Pour me out another please I'll | ring and see if your friends are home |
E6 | E |
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome can | lend us a book |
D | Amaj7 | |
We can read up alone and | try to get it on like once be | fore |
D | A | F#m | B | |
When | people stared in Jaggers eyes and | scored like the | video films we | saw |
Chorus |
C | D | G | G7/F | E7 | Am | Am/G | |
His | name was | always | Buddy and he | shrug and | ask to | stay |
D/F# | G | C | G/B | D | |
And she'd | sigh like Twig the | wonder kid and | turn her | face a | way |
C | D | G | G7 | E7 | Am | Am/G | |
She's un | certain | if she | likes him though she | knows she | really | loves him |
D | G | C | C/B | Am | D/F# | D/E | |
It's a | crash course for the | ravers, it's a | dri | ve- | in Satur | day |
A | F#m |
Jung the foreman prayed at work | neither hands nor limbs would burst |
E6 | |
It's | hard enough to keep formation with the fall out saturation |
A | F#m |
Cursing at the Astronette that | stands in still by his cabinet |
E6 | E | |
His | crashing out with sylvian the bureau supply for | agreeing men |
D | Amaj7 | |
With | snorting head he gives us to the | shore |
D | A | F#m | B | |
Which | once it raised a sea that raged no | more like the | video films we | saw |
Chorus |
🏠 | 7 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
G | Em |
Pushing through the market square, | so many mothers sighing |
A | C |
News had just come over, we had | five years left to cry in |
G | Em |
News guy wept and told us, | earth was really dying |
A | C |
Cried so much his face was wet, then I | knew he was not lying |
G | |
I heard | telephones, opera house, favorite melodies |
Em | |
I saw | boys, toys, electric irons and TV's |
A | |
My | brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare |
C | |
I had to | cram so many things to store everything in there |
Am | C | Am | |
And all the fat-skinny | people, | and all the tall-short | people |
C | G | C | D |
And all the nobody | people, | and all the somebody | people |
C | |
I never thought I'd need so many | people |
G | Em |
A girl my age went off her head, | hit some tiny children |
A | C |
If the black hadn't a pulled her off, I | think she would have killed them |
G | Em |
A soldier with a broken arm, | fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac |
A | C |
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a | queer threw up at the sight of that |
G | Em |
I think I saw you in an ice cream parlor, | drinking milk shakes cold and long |
A | C |
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, | don't think you knew you were in this song |
G |
And it was cold, and it rained, so I felt like an actor |
Em | |
And I | thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there |
A | |
Your | face, your race, the way that you talk |
C | |
I | kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk |
G | Em | |
We got | five years, stuck on my eyes - | Five years, what a suprise |
A | C | |
We got | five years, my brain hurts alot - | Five years, that's all we got |
G | |
We got | five years... |
🏠 | 8 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
3/4 |
G | F#m |
pushing thru' the market square |
Em | C |
so | many mother sighing |
A |
News had just come over |
C | G | Am | |
We had | five years left ti cry in |
News guy wept and told us |
earth eas really dying |
Cried so much, his face was wet |
Then i knew he was not lying. |
G | Am | G | |
I | heard | telephones, opera house, favorite melodies |
Bm | Em | |
I | saw | boys, toys, electric irons and T.V's |
A | |
My | brain hurt like a ware house, it had no room to spare |
C | |
I had to | cram so many things to store ev'ry thing in there |
Am | |
And all the fat | skinny people |
C | Am |
And all the tall short | people |
C | G | Am | G |
And all the no | bod | y | people |
C | G | Am | D7 |
And all the some | bod | y | people |
Am | C | G | Am | |
I never thought i'd need so many | people |
A girl my age went off her head |
Hit some tiny children |
If the black had not puled her off |
I think she would have killed them |
A soldier with a broken arm |
Fixed his state to the wheels of a Cadilac |
A cop Knelt and kissed the feet of a priest |
And a queer threw up at at the sight of that |
G | F#m |
I think i saw you in an ice cream parlour |
Em |
Drinking milkshakes cold and long |
A |
smiling and waving and looking so fine |
C |
Don't think you knew you were in this song |
G | Am | G | |
And | it | was | cold, and it rained, so i felt like an actor |
F#m | Em | |
And i | thoought of Ma, and i wanted to get back there |
A | |
Your | face, Your race, the way that you talk |
C | G | Am | |
I | kiss you, you're beautifull, I want you to walk. we | got |
Repeat once |
G | Bm |
five years stuck on my eyes |
Em |
five years what a surprise we got |
A |
five years my brain hurts a lot |
C |
five years that's all we got we've got |
🏠 | 9 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
David Bowie |
Intro: D G |
D | G |
I, I will be | king |
D | G | |
And you, | you will be q | ueen |
C | D | |
Though | nothing will drive them | away |
C | D | |
We can | beat them just for one | day |
C | G | D | |
We can be | Heroes | just for one | day |
D | G |
And you, you can be | mean |
D | G | |
And I | , I'll drink all th | e time |
D | G | |
'Cause we're | lovers and that is a f | act |
D | G | |
Yes we're | lovers and that is th | at |
C | D | |
Though | nothing will keep us to | gether |
C | D | |
We could steal | time just for one | day |
C | G | D | |
We can be | Heroes | for ever and | ever |
What do you say? |
D | G |
I, I wish you could | swim |
D | G | |
Like the | dolphins, like dolphins can | swim |
C | D | |
Though | nothing will keep us toge | ther |
C | D | |
We can | beat them for ever and | ever |
C | G | D | |
Oh we can be | Heroes | just for one | day |
REPEAT 1st verse (sing an octave higher, sound desperate) |
D | G |
I, I can rem | ember |
D | G |
Standing by the | wall |
D | G | |
And the g | uards shot above ou | r heads |
D | G | |
And we k | issed as though nothing could | fall |
C | D | |
And the | Seine was on the other | side |
C | D | |
Oh we can | beat them forever and ev | er |
C | G | D | |
Then we can be | Heroes | just for one day |
🏠 | 10 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
F#m | G | A | G | A | F#m | |
The intro piano plays: |
F#m | |
She'll come, | she'll go |
G | |
She'll lay | belief on you |
A | |
Skin sweet with m | usky oil |
G#m | B | |
The | lady from another grinning | soul |
F#m | |
Cologne | she'll wear |
G | |
Silver | and Americard |
A | |
She'll drive | a beetle car |
G#m | B |
And beat you down at cool | Canasta |
Ebm | B | |
And when the | clothes are strew | n |
Bb | B | |
Don't be a | fraid of the | room |
C# | |
Touch the fullness of her | breast |
E | |
Feel the love of | her caress |
G#m | F#m | |
She will be your livi | ng end |
F#m | G | A | G#m | B |
She'll come she'll go |
She'll lay belief on you |
But she won't stake her life on you |
How can life become point of view |
And when the clothes are strewn |
Don't be afraid of the room |
Touch the fullness of her breast |
Feel the love of her caress |
She will be your living end |
She will be your living end |
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A | A | E | E | A | A | E | E | |
A | C# | F#m | D |
People | stared at the | makeup on his | face |
A | F#m | E | C# |
Laughed at his | long black hair, | his animal | grace |
F#m | D |
The boy in the | bright blue jeans |
A | C# |
Jumped onto the | stage |
A | E | |
And | lady stardust | sang his songs |
D | E | |
Of | darkness and dis | grace |
A | E | D | E | |
And he was | al | right the | band was alto | gether |
A | E | D | E | |
Yes he was | al | right the | song went on for | ever: |
Em | Em7 | |
And he was | awful | nice |
Em6 | Em5 |
Really quite out of | sight |
A | E | D | |
And he sang | all | night long |
A | C# | F#m |
Femme fa | tales emerged from the | shadows |
D | |
To watch this | creature fair |
A | F#m |
Boys stood up | on their chairs |
E | C# | |
To | make their point of | view |
F#m | D | A | C# |
I smiled | sadly for a | love I could not o | bey |
A | E | |
And | lady stardust | sang his songs |
D | E | |
Of | darkness and dis | may |
A | E | D | E | |
And he was | al | right the | band was alto | gether |
A | E | D | E | |
Yes he was | al | right the | song went on for | ever |
Em | Em7 | |
And he was | awful | nice |
Em6 | Em5 |
Really quite para | dise |
A | E | D | |
And he sang | all | night long |
A | F#m | E |
Oh how I | sighed when they | asked if I knew his name |
A | E | D | E | |
And he was | al | right the | band was alto | gether |
A | E | D | E | |
Yes he was | al | right the | song went on for | ever |
Em | Em7 | |
And he was | awful | nice |
Em6 | Em5 |
Really quite para | dise |
A | E | D | |
And he sang | all | night long |
A | A | E | E | A | A | E | E | A | |
🏠 | 12 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
(D 5th fret, F# 9th fret) |
D |
[N.C.]I'm an alligator, |
F# | B |
[N.C.]I'm a mama-papa comin' for | you |
A | E | G |
I'm a space invader, | I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for | you |
D | F# | |
Keep your mouth shut, | you're sqauwkin' like a pink monkey | bird |
(E 1st fret) |
B | A | E | |
and I'm busting up my brains for the | words |
chorus |
Chorus |
G | D | E | |
Keep your ' | lectric eye on | me babe |
G | D | E | |
Put your | ray gun to my | head |
G | D | E | |
Press your | space face close to | mine, love |
(D 5th, E 7th fret) |
D | E | |
Freak out in a moonage daydream | oh! yeah! |
Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me |
The church of man, love, is such a holy place to be |
Make me baby, make me know you really care |
Make me jump into the air |
(repeat chorus) |
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(hold the last D over the beginning of the chorus) |
{eot} |
(repeat chorus 2x) |
Outro |
D | A | G | F |
Freak out! | Far out! |
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Em | Em7 | Em6 |
[Emb6] |
Em | Em7 | Em6 |
My | death waits like |
Em | Em7 | |
[Emb6]an old | drouin (?) |
Em6 | |
So | confident [Emb6] |
Em | |
I'll go his | way |
Em7 | Em6 |
Whistle to | him |
D | Dsus4 | D | |
[Emb6]and the | passing time |
G | A |
My death waits | like |
G | C |
a Bible | truth |
F | Am | Am/G | |
at the | funeral of my | youth |
F | |
oh we | drank for that |
G | |
and the | passing time |
G#m | F# |
My death waits like |
G#m | |
a witched | night |
F# | G#m | |
as | surely as our love is | bright |
F# | B | |
let's not | think about the | passing time |
Em | D | C |
But whatever lies | behind the door |
B | |
there is nothing much to | do |
Em | D | C | C/B |
Angel or Devil | I don't care |
Am | Am/G | B | Bb | C# | Gm | |
For in front | of that | door there is you |
Gm |
My death waits like a beggar blind |
who sees the world through an unled mind |
F | |
throw him a dime for the | passing time |
Bb | C# | Bb |
My death waits | there between your | thighs |
G# | Cm | |
Your cold | fingers will close my | eyes |
G# | |
Let's | think of that |
Bb | |
And the | passing time |
Bm | A |
My death waits |
Bm | |
to allow my | friend |
A | |
a | few good times |
Bm | |
before it | ends |
A | |
so let's | drink to that |
F# | |
and the | passing time |
G | F | Eb |
but whatever lies | behind the door |
D | G | |
there is nothing much to | do |
F | Eb | |
Angel or Devil | I don't care |
for in front of that door |
D | |
there is | you |
Gm |
My death waits there among the leaves |
in magicians mysterious sleeves |
F | |
rabbits and dogs and the | passing time |
Bb | C# |
My death waits | there |
Bb | |
among the | flowers |
G# | C#m | |
where the | blackest shadow | cowers |
G# | Bb | |
Let's pick | lilacs for the | passing time |
Bm | A |
My death waits | there |
Bm | |
in a double | bed |
A | |
sails | of oblivion |
Bm | |
at my | head |
A | |
so pull up your | seats against |
F# | |
the | passing time |
Gm | F | Eb |
But whatever lies | behind the door |
D | Gm | |
there is nothing | much to do |
F | |
Angel or Devil |
Eb | |
I don't care |
for in front of that door....... there is |
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intro: |
Bm | G | A |
\\\ | \\ | \\\ \\ |
G | A | G | A |
The only sur | vivor | of the National | People's Gang. |
D | E | D | C | D | E | D | C | D |
Panic in | De | tr | oi | t, I | asked | for | an auto | graph |
E | D | C | D | D | E | D | C | E | |
He | want | ed | to | stay home, | I wi | sh | some | one would | phone. |
verse 2 |
He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom. |
The police had warned of repercussions. |
They followed none too soon. |
A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive. |
chorus |
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph |
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone. |
Panic in Detroit. |
D | C |
Putting on some clothes I made my | way to school |
B | C | G |
and I found my teacher | crouching in his | overalls. |
D | C |
I screamed and ran to smash my favorite | slot machine |
B | C | D |
and jumped the silent | cars that slept at | traffic lights. |
{npp} |
Bm G A |
----- ----- ----- |
verse 3 |
Having scored a million dollars, made a run back home. |
Found him slumped across a table. A gun and me alone. |
I ran to the window. Looked for a plane or two. |
Panic in Detroit. He'd left me an autograph. |
"Let me collect dust." I wish someone would phone. |
Panic in Detroit. |
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C | F | C | G | F | C | G |
I'm up on the eleventh floor and I'm | watching the cruisers | below |
F | C | F | C | G | F | C | G |
He's | down on the street and he's | trying hard to pull sister | Flo |
F | C | F | C | G | F | C | G |
Oh my | hearts in the basement, my | weekend's at an all time | low |
F | C | F | C |
Cos she's | hopin to score so I | can't see her letting him | os she's go |
E | Am | |
Walk out of her | heart, walk out of her | mind, no not her |
Chorus |
B | D | B | D | |
She's so | swishy in her satin and | tat, in her | frockcoat and bipperty boppirty | hat |
B | C | G | F | C | G | F | C | G | F | C | G | |
Oh God | I could do better than | that |
F | C | F | C | G | F | C | G |
She's an | old time ambassador of | sweet talking, night walking | games |
F | C | F | C | G | F | C | G |
And she's | known in the darkest clubs for | pushing ahead of the | dames |
F | C | F | C | G | F | C | G | |
If | she say | she can do it, then she can | do it, she don't make false | claim | s |
F | C | F | |
For | she's a | queen and such are queens that your | laughter is sucked in their brains |
E | F |
But now she's leading him | on and she'll lay him right down |
C | F |
Now she's leading him | on and she'll lay him right down |
E | F | C |
But it could have been me | yes it could have been | me |
E | A | |
Why didn't I | say why didn't I | say, no no no |
Chorus |
F | C | F | C | G | F | C | G |
So I | lay down awhile and I | gaze at my hotel | wall |
F | C | F | C | G | F | C | G |
Oh the | cot is so cold, it | don't feel like no bed at | all |
F | C | F | C | G | F | C | G |
Yeah I | lay down awhile | look at my hotel | wall |
F | C | F | E |
But he's | down on the street, so I throw | both his bags down the | hall, |
F | C | |
And I'm phoning a cab | 'cos my stomach feels | small |
F | E | |
There's a taste in my | mouth and it's no taste at | all |
F | C | |
It could have been | me, yes it could have been | me |
E | A | |
Why didn't I | say, why didn't I | say, no no no |
Chorus |
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C | E7 | |
Time takes a | cigarette, puts it in your | mouth |
F | G | Am | |
You pull on your | finger, then another | finger, then the ci | garette |
G | F | G | Am |
The wall to wall is | calling it | lingers, but still you for | get |
G | F | C |
Oh oh oh, | you're a rock 'n roll suicide |
G | C | E7 |
You're too old to | lose it, you're too young to | choose it |
F | G | Am | |
And the | clock waits so | patiently on your | song |
G | F | G | Am |
You walk past a | cafe, but you don't | eat when you've lived too | long |
G | F | C |
Oh, no no no, | you're a rock 'n roll suicide |
G | C | E7 |
Chev brakes are | snarling as you stumble a | cross the road |
F | G | Am | |
But the | day breaks in | stead so you hurry | home |
G | F | G | E7 | Am |
Don't let the | sun blast your sha | dow, don't let the | milk float blind your | mind |
F | D9 | G7 | |
So | natural re | ligiously unkind |
C | A | |
Oh no love you're not a | lone, you're watching yourself but you're | too unfair |
C | A | |
You got your | head all tangled but but if I could only | make you care |
C#m | G#m | B | D#m | |
Oh | no love you're not a | lone no matter | what or who you've | been |
Bbm | Db | B | D#m | |
No matter | when or where you've | seen all the | knives that lacerate your | brain |
Bbm | Db | Bb | |
I've had my | share, now I'll help you with the | pain, you're not alone |
Db | Bb | Db |
Just turn on me you're | not alone, | let's turn on me and be |
Bb | Db | Bb | Db |
You're not alone, | gimme your hands | you're wonderful, | gimme your hands |
Bb | Db | Bb | Db |
You're not alone, | gimme your hands | you're wonderful, | gimme your hands |
Bb | Fm | Cm | Gb | Db |
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G | Em | C |
Stone love, she kneels before the grave, a | brave son, who gave his life to save the | slogan |
G | Bm | Am | D | |
That hovers between the headstone and her | eyes | for they penetrate | her | grieving |
G | Em |
New love, a boy and girl are talking, | new words, that only they can share in |
C | G | Bm | Am | D |
New words, a love so strong it tears their hearts to | sleep | through the fleeting | hours of mor | ning |
Chorus |
Am | Em | |
Love is careless in its choosing, | sweeping over cross a baby |
F | C | D | |
Love descends on | those defenseless, | idiot love will spark the fusion |
C | D | Dm | C | |
Inspirations | have I none, just to | touch the flaming | dove |
Cm | G | D | |
All I have is my | love of love, and | love is not loving |
A | F#m |
Soul love, the priest that tastes the word and | told of love, and how my God on high is |
D | A | C#m | Bm | E |
All love, though reaching up my lonliness evol | ves | by the blindness that | surrounds him |
Chorus |
Bm | F#m | |
Love is careless in its choosing, | sweeping over cross a baby |
G | D | E | |
Love descends on | those defenseless, | idiot love will spark the fusion |
D | E | Em | D | |
Inspirations | have I none, just to | touch the flaming | dove |
Dm | A | E | |
All I have is my | love of love, and | love is not loving |
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C | Em | C | Em | |
Ground control to Major | Tom, | ground control to Major | Tom: |
Am | Am7/G | D7 |
Take your | protein pills and | put your helmet on |
C | Em | C | Em |
Ground control to Major | Tom: | commencing countdown engine's | on |
Am | Am7/G | D7 |
Check ig | nition and may | God's love be with you |
C | E7 | F |
This is ground control to Major | Tom, you've really made the | grade! |
Fm | C/E | F | |
And the | papers want to | know whose shirts you | wear, now it's |
Fm | C/E | F |
time to leave the | capsule if you | dare |
C | E7 | F |
This is Major Tom to ground con | trol, I'm stepping through the | door |
Fm | C/E | F | Fm | |
And I'm | floating in the | most peculiar | way and the | stars look |
C/E | F | |
very | difeerent to | day |
Fmaj7 | Em7 | Fmaj7 | Em7 | |
For | here am I | sitting in a tin can, | far above the | world |
Bbmaj7 | Am | G | F | C |
Planet Earth is | blue and there's | nothing I can | do |
F | G | A | C | F | G |
A |
Fmaj7 | Em7 | A | C | D |
E |
C | E7 | F |
Though I'm passed one hundred thousand | miles, I'm feeling very | still |
Fm | C/E | F | Fm | |
And I | think my spaceship | knows which way to | go, tell my | wife I |
C/E | F | |
love her | very much she | knows |
G | E7 | Am |
Ground control to | Major Tom: Your | circuit's dead, there's |
Am7/G |
something wong. |
D7 | C/G | G | |
Can you | hear me Major Tom? Can you | hear me Major Tom? Can you | hear |
me Major Tom? Can you ... |
Fmaj7 | Em7 | Fmaj7 | Em7 |
Here am I | floating round my tin can, | far above the | moon |
Bbmaj7 | Am | G | F |
Planet Earth is | blue and there's | nothing I can | do |
C | F | G | A | C | F |
G | A |
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Bb | F | Bb | F |
Gm | F |
Didn't know what time is was, and the lights were low - ow - | ow - |
C | |
I leaned back on my radio - o - | o - |
C7 | F | Ab | Bb | |
Some cat was laying down some | rock'n'roll, "lotta soul", he s | aid. |
Gm | F |
Then the loud sound did seem to fa - a - a | de, |
C | |
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of pha - a - a | se, |
C7 | A | G | |
That weren't no D.J., that was | hazy cosmic jive. |
Chorus |
F | Dm | Am | C | |
There's a s | tarman w | aiting in the sky, he'd l | ike to come and m | eet us, |
C7 | F | Dm | |
but he th | inks he'd blow our minds, There's a s | tarman w | aiting in the sky, |
Am | C | C7 | |
he's t | old us not to b | low it, 'cause he k | nows it's all worth-while, |
Bb | Bbm | F | D7 | |
he told me, | let the c | hildren lose it, | let the c | hildren use it, |
Gm | C7 |
let all the c | hildren boogie. |
Bb | F | C | F | Bb | F | C |
I had to phone someone, so I picked on you - ou - ou - |
Hey, that's far out, so you heard tim too - oo - oo - |
Switch on the T.V., we may pick him on channel two. |
Look out your window, I can see his ligh - igh - ight, |
if we can sparkle he may land tonigh - igh - ight, |
Don't tell your papa or he'll get us locked up in fright. |
Repeat chorus twice |
Fade out repeating Bb F C F while singing: la la- la la ...... |
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A | F | G |
Hey Man | Leave me a-lone you | know |
A | F | G |
Hey Man Oh Henry G | et off the p | hone I gotta |
A |
Hey Man, I gotta |
B | D |
Straighten my face This | mellow thighed chick just put my |
F | G |
Spine out of | place |
Hey Man, my school days insane |
Hey Man, my works down the drain |
Hey Man, Well She's a Total Blam Blam, |
She said she had to squeeze it but she And then she |
Chorus |
G | A | D |
Oh don't | lean on me man cuz you | can't afford the ticket |
F | C | G |
I'm back on S | uffragette C | ity |
A | D | |
Well don't | lean on me man cuz you | ain't got time to check it |
F | C | G |
You know my | Suffragette C | ity |
A | G | |
Its outa | sight she's all | right |
A | F | G |
Hey Man ah Henry, | don't be unkind, g | o Away |
A | F | G |
Hey Man ah i can't | take you thi | s time, no way |
A |
Hey Man, ah droogie |
B | D |
Don't crash here Theres | only room for one |
F | G |
and here she | comes here she come |
Chorus |
Wham Bam, Thank you Ma'am! |
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C |
They pulled in just behind the fridge |
G |
He laid her down - he frowns |
Dm |
Gee my life's a funny thing |
F |
Am I still too young |
C |
He kissed then and there |
G |
She took his ring took his babies |
Dm |
It him minutes took her nowhere |
F |
Heaven knows she'd've taken anything |
Em | F#m |
All nig | ht - she wants the young American |
Em | F#m |
It's all rig | ht - but she wants the young American |
Scanning life through the picture window |
She finds the slinky vagabond |
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang |
Heaven forbid she'll taken anything |
But the freak and his type - all for nothing |
He misses a step and cuts his hand |
Showing nothing he swoops like a song |
She cries where have all papa's heroes gone |
All night - she wants the young American |
It's all right - but she wants the young American |
All the way from Washington |
Her breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor |
We live for just these twenty years |
Do we have to die for fifty more |
All night - she wants the young American |
It's all right - but she wants the young American |
Do you remember president Nixon |
Do you remember all the bills you have to pay |
or even yesterday ................................. |
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Intro x 4 : G - (D - Dsus4) x 3 - C/G - Cmaj7/G - Am7 |
G | Bm/F# | C/G |
Ziggy played guitar, | jamming good with Wierd and | Gilly, |
D | G | Em | |
And the spiders from M | ars. He played it left h | and, but made it to | far, |
A | C/G | |
Became the sp | ecial man, then we were Z | iggy's band. |
G | Bm/F# | C/G |
Ziggy really sang, s | crewed up eyes and screwed down | hairdo |
D | G | |
Like som cat from J | apan, he could lick'em by s | miling |
Em | |
He could leave'em to h | ang |
A | C/G | |
Came on so lo | aded man, well hung and s | now-white tan. |
Use barre-chords in chorus, play F chord alternating F and F/E |
Am | G | F | Am | G | F |
So w | here were the s | piders w | hile the f | ly tried to b | reak our balls |
Am | G | F |
Just the b | eer light to g | uide us, |
D | E | |
So we b | itched about his fans and should we c | rush his sweet hands? |
Intro x 2 |
G | Bm/F# | C/G |
Ziggy played for time, j | iving us that we were v | oodoo |
D | G | |
The kids was just c | rass, he was the n | azz |
Em | |
With God given | ass |
A | C/G | |
He took it a | ll too far, but boy could he p | lay guitar. |
Am | G | F | Am | G | F |
Making l | ove with his | ego Z | iggy s | ucked up i | nto his mind |
Am | G | F |
Like a l | eper me | ssiah |
D | E | |
When the k | ids had killed the man I had to b | reak up the band. |
Intro x 4 (with some "oh yeah" and "uuuhh"...) |
C | G |
Ziggy played guita | r |
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