| 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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| {eot:} |
| 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 |
| ------- | ------- | ------- | --------- |
| 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. |
| {column_break} |
| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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) |
| BREAK |
| {sot} |
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| --4---4---4---4---4------------------------------- |
| ----7---7---7---7---5-----4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4--------- |
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| {npp} |
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| --6-6-6-6-6-6-6-6--------------------------------- |
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| --7-6-7-6-7-6-7-6-7-4-----6-4-6-4-6-4-6-4-6------- |
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| ----7---7---7---7---5-----4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4--------- |
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| --6-6-6-6-6-6-6-6-7------------------------------- |
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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! |
| 🏠 | 13 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
| 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 |
| 🏠 | 14 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
| 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. |
| 🏠 | 15 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
| 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 |
| 🏠 | 16 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
| 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 |
| 🏠 | 17 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
| 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 |
| 🏠 | 18 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
| 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 |
| 🏠 | 19 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
| 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 ...... |
| 🏠 | 20 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
| 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! |
| 🏠 | 21 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
| 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 ................................. |
| 🏠 | 22 / 23 | ⇧ ⇩ |
| 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 |
| 🏠 | 23 / 23 | ⇧ |