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Turning The Town Red
Transcribed by Zac (rae4@ix.netcom.com)
Intro: C - G/B - F(add G)/A - G/B
C - G/B - F(add G)/A - G/B
C G/B F(add G)/A G C
You've been taught that this won't do
F F/E Ebdim Em
They put me in the picture but the film turned blue
Eb+ G
A glimpse of you, Turning The Town Red.
F Fm C
A head full of brand new words and a mouth full of shocks
F Fm C
You're a big boy now, with a face to stop clocks.
G
Turning the town red.
Fmaj7 (Fm)
Turning the town red.
Fm Cm/G Ab Cm/G
You made your bed, and now you'd better dream in it.
Fm Cm/G Ab G F
The word that you once whispered, now you're screamin' it.
C G/B F(addG)/A G C
Days drip down the damp wallpaper.
F F/E Ebdim Em Eb+ Em7/D
Pictures plastered on the ivy creeper between your old toy soldiers
C#min7b5
and your mother's sleepers.
G
Turning the rown red.
Fmaj7 (Fm)
Turning the town red.
Fm Cm/G Ab Cm/G
You made your bed, you'd better face the consequence.
Fm Cm/G Ab G F
A black pool opened at my feet into a dream sequence.
G
Turning the town red.
Fmaj7 D/F#
Turning the town red.
G
Turning the town red.
Fmaj7 (Fm)
Turning the town red.
C G/B F(add G)/A G
You know I heard her call my name
C
At least, I think that's what she said.
F F/E Ebdim Em Eb+
Surely I'm the correlation that's gonna cause her shame
Em7/D C#m7b5
So, what's she doing in my bed?
G
Turning the town red.
Fmaj7 D/F#
Turning the town red.
G
Turning the town red.
Fmaj7 D/F#
Turning the town red.
G }
Turning the town red. } Repeat until fade.
F/G }
Turning the town red. }
Slightly obscure voicings:
F(add G)/A
3
1
2
3
O
x
C#m7b5:
O
5
4
5
4
x
That should be mostly right, there are some unusual root countervoicings
Bruce throws in (typical BT bass playing) but those are the guitar
chords. The voicings might be slightly different - El does lots of
stuff with the thumb reaching over the neck.
The electric guitar (12 String?) is pretty easy to follow, just a G
major scale running down from either C, F, or D if anybody REALLY
cares I can attempt the tab for those.
Hope this helps you see the light.
Zac
Heathen Town
Transcribed by Trey M. Buchanan (buchanan@david.wheaton.edu)
Intro: Am-Ab-C-C-C-C
C G
C (add Bb)
The used to call it Sin City, now its gone way past that;
F Am
G (add B)
Painting the town and then burning it down, now even that's old hat.
C Em
Now there's a chior of angels at the fall of Rome,
G C F Am
Singing "Ave Maria" or "Home Sweet Home",
C Em Am
G
It's just a heathen town, I hear only evil as my tounge gets tightened;
F Am G
I used to be God fearing, now I'm, I'm so frightened.
F Am Am
Ab C
'Cause the Devil will drag you under by the short-tail fin of your Checker
cab,
G G/B C
and I can't sit down, I'm going overboard, in this heathen town.
C G
C (add Bb)
It starts out as a flirtation and ends up as an expensive habit.
F Am
G (add B)
With one eye on a place and that's his prison and the other one on a girl
dressed as rabbit.
C Em
Now you can live forever and do fits and starts,
G C F
Am
But the only stake you cannot raise is the one driven through your heart,
C Em Am
G
It's just a heathen town, I hear only evil as my tounge gets tightened;
F Am G
I used to be God fearing, now I'm, I'm so frightened.
F Am Am Ab
C
'Cause the Devil will drag you under by the short-tail fin of your Checker
cab,
G G (add C
and I can't sit down, I'm going overboard, in this heathen town.
G G (add B) C
and I can't sit down, I'm going overboard, in this heathen town.
Am Ab C
In this heathen town (x4)
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from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany
e-mail: Christian_Korbanka@msn.com
Suggestions and corrections are always welcome! - I am not really happy with
the lyrics.
I used the transcription by Trey M. Buchanan (buchanan@david.wheaton.edu) and
modified it.
date: 11/04/95
Am Ab C
C G
C C7/Bb
We used to call it Sin City, now its gone way past that
F F/A
Painting the town and then burning it down
G G/B
Now even that's old hat
C Em
Now there's a chior of angels at the fall of Rome
G G7/B F
Singing "Ave Maria" or "Home Sweet Home"
C Em Am
Am/G
It's just a heathen town, I hear only evil as my tounge gets tightened
F Dm G G7/B
I used to be god-fearing, now I'm so frightened
F Am
'Cause the Devil will drag you under
Am Ab C
By the short-tail fin of your checkered cab
G G/B C
and I can't sit down, I'm going overboard, in this heathen town
C G
C C7/Bb
It starts as a flirtation and ends up as an expensive habit
F F/A
With one eye on a place and that's his prison and the other
G G/B
On a girl dressed as rabbit
C Em
Now you can live forever in your fits and starts
G G7/B F
But the only stake you cannot raise is the one driven through your heart,
C Em Am
Am/G
It's just a heathen town, I hear only evil as my tounge gets tightened
F Dm G G7/B
I used to be God fearing, now I'm so frightened
F Am
'Cause the Devil will drag you under
Am Ab C
By the short-tail fin of your checkered cab
G G/B C
and I can't sit down, I'm going overboard, in this heathen town
G G/B C
and I can't sit down, I'm going overboard, in this heathen town.
Am Ab C
In this heathen town
Am Ab C
In this heathen town
Am Ab C
In this heathen town
Am Ab C
In this heathen town
The People's Limousine
Mike Hernandez, lpstd@aol.com
Guitar 1: acoustic, all open chords
Guitar 2: clean electric
Gtr 1:
| E | A | D A |
Gtr 2:
|-----------------|-----5-5---5-5---|---------5-------|
|-----9-9---9-9---|-----5-5---5-5---|-7-------5-------|
|-----9-9---9-9---|-----6-6---6-6---|-7-------6-------|
|-----9-9---9-9---|-----7-7---7-7---|-7-------7-------|
|-----7-7---7-7---|-----------------|-5---------------|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
| E | :|
|-----------------|-----------------|
|-9---------------|----------------0|
|-9---------------|-----------------|
|-9---------------|-----------------|
|-7---------------|----------------0|
|-----------------|-----------------|
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
| E | |
E D A E
It's a chilly Florentine evening, too many needing hats (two men in
evening/Eton hats)
D A E
Telling tales of the underground and fishing for rats
D A E
Policemen armed with uzis stand guard but they don't speak
A D A E A
Ain't seen no Michelangelo, he'll be here next week
E D A E
The girl in the shoes with crystal heels was chaperoned by her brother
D A E
They raise a glass of amber wine and take pictures of each other
D A E
Of the policemen and the fountains and the sickle and the hammer
A D A EA
And they hail away Uncle Romulus with his walking cane and camera
D G
She looked like someone's girlfriend, she looked like a dream
D G A G
She looked as unlikely as the people's limousine
Gtr 2
|---------|---------|---------|---------|
|-2---3---|-5-------|-8---7---|/10------|
|---------|---------|---------|---------|
|-2---4---|-5-------|-9---7---|/11------|
|---------|---------|---------|---------|
|---------|---------|---------|---------|
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
| E | A | D A |
|-----------------|-----5-5---5-5---|---------5-------|
|-----9-9---9-9---|-----5-5---5-5---|-7-------5-------|
|-----9-9---9-9---|-----6-6---6-6---|-7-------6-------|
|-----9-9---9-9---|-----7-7---7-7---|-7-------7-------|
|-----7-7---7-7---|-----------------|-5---------------|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
| E | :|
|-----------------|-----------------|
|-9---------------|----------------0|
|-9---------------|-----------------|
|-9---------------|-----------------|
|-7---------------|----------------0|
|-----------------|-----------------|
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
E D A E
Come and sit by me, girl, for I'll breathe the breath out of you
D A E
Hush your mouth and cover your eyes or I'll tell your father of you
D A E
He paid to have you painted in the company of angels
A D A EA
Only to find you flirting here with Chico Marx in perverted angles
D G
She looked like someone's girlfriend, she looked like a dream
D G A G
She looked as unlikely as the people's limousine
|---------|---------|---------|---------|
|-2---3---|-5-------|-8---7---|-10------|
|---------|---------|---------|---------|
|-2---4---|-5-------|-9---7---|-11------|
|---------|---------|---------|---------|
|---------|---------|---------|---------|
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
E D A E
The patron saint of television smiles down from the shelf
D A E
Romulus can criticize but he can't bless himself
D A E
He has a tin of pea-green paint and a big roll of black tape
A D A EA
To vandalize these obscenities and then make his escape
E D A E
She walked up to the nice policeman and asked him for a match
D A E
He saw Romulus approaching and slipped off the safety catch
D A E
Then cut down her uncle, he was painted red and green
A D A EA
Just as she was kidnaped in the people's limousine
D G
She looked like someone's girlfriend, she looked like a dream
D G A G
She looked so unlikely in the people's limousine
|---------|---------|---------|---------|
|-2---3---|-5-------|-8---7---|-10------|
|---------|---------|---------|---------|
|-2---4---|-5-------|-9---7---|-11------|
|---------|---------|---------|---------|
|---------|---------|---------|---------|
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
| E | A | D A |
|-----------------|-----5-5---5-5---|---------5-------|
|-----9-9---9-9---|-----5-5---5-5---|-7-------5-------|
|-----9-9---9-9---|-----6-6---6-6---|-7-------6-------|
|-----9-9---9-9---|-----7-7---7-7---|-7-------7-------|
|-----7-7---7-7---|-----------------|-5---------------|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
1-----------------------------------|
| E | :|
|-----------------|-----------------|
|-9---------------|----------------0|
|-9---------------|-----------------|
|-9---------------|-----------------|
|-7---------------|----------------0|
|-----------------|-----------------|
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
2-----------------------------------|
| E | |
|-----------------|-----------------|
|-----9---9-------|-----------------|
|-----9---9-------|-----------------|
|-----9---9-------|-----------------|
|-----7---7-------|-----------------|
|-----------------|-----------------|
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
Blue Chair
tabbed by Mark Schnitzius (schnitzi@east.isx.com)
corrections below by kevinmoore@cruz.com (Kevin Moore)
and Stu Shea
Here's my best stab at this song. Parts of it seem to be not quite
right (especially the part where Elvis is stating whose turn it is
to do what). Improvements are more than welcome. --Mark
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[Intro stays on D]
D G D
Now it's just you and me, my blue friend
D
And you say that it's you that she's thinking of
G F#7
And our affair must end
D
But if it's you that she's thinking of
G F#7
I think my broken heart might mend
G F#m Em D
Now it's my turn to talk and your turn to think
G A D G
Your turn to buy and my turn to drink
G F#m Em D
Your turn to cry and my turn to sink
G Em
Down in the Blue Chair
G A D
Down in the Blue Chair
Now I've made up my mind
I've made my mistake
And I know that she cries for you
When she's barely awake
Well she's going to bend your mind
Well I hope it don't break
[Repeat chorus]
Em
Down in the Blue Chair
F#m G
We can watch our troubles rise
F#m Em
Like smoke into the air
A D
And drift up to the ceiling
Em
Down in the Blue Chair
F#m G F#m
You can feel just like a boy or a man
Em A D
And next minute you can find yourself kneeling
F#m
Down in the Blue Chair
G#m A G#m
They're boasting of loving the daylights
F#m G#m Bm
right out of her in the small hours
Em
Down in the Blue Chair
F#m G F#m
You say that your love lasts forever
Em G A A/G A/F# A/E
when you know the night just hours uh ho ho ho ho ho
And still I want her right now
Not any minute, hour or day
And wherever she is tonight
I want her anyway
I suppose she never said to you,
You were just in the way
G F#m Em D
Now it's my turn to talk and your turn to think
G A D G
Your turn to buy and my turn to drink
G F#m Em D
Your turn to cry and my turn to sink
G Em
Down in the Blue Chair
G A D
Down in the Blue Chair
G Bm
Down in the Blue Chair
Bb A D [N.C.]
Down in the Blue Chair
G A D
Down in the Blue Chair
G A D
Down in the Blue Chair
G A B7
Down in the Blue Chair
Em F#m
Down in the blue
G Bm
Blue becomes you
G A D
Down in the Blue Chair
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From: kevinmoore@cruz.com (Kevin Moore)
This is definitely a challenging one:
Here's what I got :
> G F#m7 C/E D
>Now it's my turn to talk and your turn to think
>G A A# aug Bmi
>Your turn to buy and my turn to drink
>G F#m7 C/E D
>Your turn to cry and my turn to sink ...
C/E would just be a normal C chord with an open E in the bass.
(EC uses C/E a lot)
The A# augmented chord is weird and has something else in it,
possible an open E? My best guess for a fingering would be:
E string: deadened
A string: 1st finger on 1st fret
D string: 4th finger on 4th fret
G string: 2nd finger on 3rd fret
B string: 3rd finger on 3rd fret
E string: Open
I don't know, though-I've never seen Elvis live-sigh-I have a laser disc of
The Juliet Letters, but of course he doesn't play guitar on that one.
The bridge is also strange-you have the right bassline: E F# G F# E (B) A D,
but I think the chord just stays on Emi, although some instrument other
than the guitar keeps hinting at D#'s
[The early 70's dylan inflections are beautiful in this section]
The second part of the bridge (boasting of loving the daylights...)
sounds like the first part transposed up a whole step, so
F#mi, F#mi/G#, F#mi/A, etc.
Then back to the Emi
and then when he says "you know the night just hours" [what does he
mean by that?] the bass goes: E and then in 8th notes: F# G F# G, still
all against some kind of Emi. I'm just playing the bass line and
plucking the G B and E strings open for the E mi
On the F#mi part, I'm barring the 2nd fret to get the 3 highest
strings and then playing the bassline on the low string.
Your descending bassline coming down against the A chord is right, as
is the rest of the transcription.
I hope my carriage returns aren't coming out weird. Let me know.
Now I've got to go buy the CD to hear it better. I was going to
wait for the box set reissues to get to this album.
Does anyone know when the next box set is due to be released?
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From: Stu Shea
On Mon, 22 Aug 1994, Mark J. Schnitzius wrote:
>
> Here's my best stab at this song. Parts of it seem to be not quite
> right (especially the part where Elvis is stating whose turn it is
> to do what). Improvements are more than welcome. --Mark
Looks good to me except that the chorus might be a bit different:
>
> G F#m Em D
> Now it's my turn to talk and your turn to think
> G A D G
> Your turn to buy and my turn to drink
> G F#m Em D
> Your turn to cry and my turn to sink
> G Em
G F#m Em D
Now it's my turn to talk and your turn to think
G A Bbm Bm
Your turn to buy and my turn to drink
G F#m C Bm
Your turn to cry and my turn to sink
blah blah
Or something like that.
Stuart Shea
Shoes Without Heels
Tabbed by: Mike Hernandez
E f# g# A
This love of mine is packed with stepping stone
B7 E B7
These shoes are made for walking in reverse
E f# g# A
At the dead of night, you tiptoe out and leave me all alone
F#m B7
Putting on your satin slip-ons and your sultry French cologne.
e f# g G#m
C#m
She's wearing shoes without heels.
F#m B7
She's walking over the floor.
E
She's walking all over me
f# g# A
From here to there, you know how it feels
B7 E
When she walks right out of the door.
Well, I thought that I was bigger than this town
I thought I'd spend a pace and go the distance
But she picked me out, she used me up, and then she put me down
Now I'm driven til I'm crying, or I'm dreaming 'til I drown.
She's wearing shoes without heels.
She's walking over the floor.
She's walking all over me
From here to there, you know how it feels
When she walks right out of the door.
e f# g G#m
C#m
While you're busy packing underwear and other useless trinkets,
F#m B7
Spare a thought for worthless men who drag on women like they're cigarettes
G#m
'Cause you watch you walk away from him
C#m
While he gets down and deals
F#m B7
Oh, he'll watch you walk away without heels
Oh, you think that he's a fool to tolerate
All the liberty you cherish and you roughly take
But to see your love turn slowly from indifference to hate
Would hurt him more than any heart that you might care to break.
She's wearing shoes without heels.
She's walking over the floor.
She's walking all over you
But when she's finished, I know what I'll do
When she walks right back through the door.