Тональность: C major•
Verse 1
C
B
This is Christmas 1971,
C
going to St. Mark's Poetry Project
F
for the mass Christmas reading
C
that all the poets partook of.
In the church I wrote a blues song
to show the other poets what I could
do with song form, new music.
Come back, Christmas.
Christmas, come back,
B
Eb
New York City died last year.
F
New Year, come back,
C
B
big city died last year.
F#
Dead on her big stone feet,
B
C
no light bulb shed one tear.
B
Oh, Mr. Santa Claus,
how come you're still comin' round?
F
Historic reindeer flyin' the
F#
Anyway, you North Pole people
B
sure make a pretty sound
C
Bring me a big mass transport
B
Garbage disposal system, too
F
Clean my po lice force so my
Boyfriends won't sniff so much glue
B
F#
And I'll start giving presents
B
And thank you for coming in blue
Last year I thought I'll never leave
Manhattan alive
F
Year be fore brought up my vomit
F#
Next year if I'm here,
B
I think I'll bring my beehive
C
B
Honey, oh honey, I know I'm makin' no sense,
no, not at all
B
forgive my anti -war grunts
Sugar, baby,
F#
Eb
B
this city stole my poetry pants
Merry Christmas,
don't take too much heart dope
F
Yes, Happy New Year,
B
don't hang yourself with a rope
Manhattan reborn,
F#
B
C
B
after I gave up all hope
Radiator cockroach,
Eb
B
F
B
waving your horns at the wall
F#
Go tell Mr. Bedbug
B
C
F
he'd better stay out there in the hall.
And then I went out after that
G
F
with my guitar -playing boyfriend
F
F#
B
to taste the scene there
and hear what the loc
Eb
al young guitarists were doing,
F
Eb
and went to Feen John's
downstairs
in the basement on MacDougall Street,
and they asked us if we
wanted to do a set
among the amateur musicians
Eb
that were coming up and playing for free on
Eb
their loudspeaker sys tem
in the stone room basement downstairs.
So I said yeah,
Eb
and while we were waiting to go on and do a turn,
Eb
Gb
me and Gary, I wrote the next words.
Ab
A
G#
Db
Cb
Gb
Ab
Eb
Ab
Ab
Eb
Cb
wanted to be a minstrel man
Ab
Cb
Db
Dic tated epics in books
Gb
Db
Ab
Inside a Volkswagen van
Eb
Gray hair on my head
Ab
I'm singin' the best that I can
Ab
Oh, Mr. Garbage Man
Don't take me away, no
Ab
Db
Not yet, no Mr. Garbageman,
Cb
don't dump truck me
Db
like an old cigarette
Ab
Eb
Not till I pick out a song
Ab
you'll never forget
Ab
I tried singing mantras,
G#
I tried singing out William Blake
C#
B
I tried mantra chanting,
C#
B
D#
G#
I tried tuning out old Holy Blake
D#
Now I'll sing him the blues
G#
if good God gives me a break
Back in the basement,
D#
G#
guitars ringing all around
C#
Screaming in the basement,
Bm
D
G#
guitars ring me all around
G#
D#
I can only play three chords,
I can still will sing my way
Listen here children
I'm an old creep full of desire
B
D
I got a big mouth
C#
Cb
Ab
It's because my heart is on fire
Ab
Eb
If I can get hot,
you could sing like an angel choir.
That was January 1972.
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