Неофициальный сайт Театра Стаса Намина
ПОРТАЛ ФОРУМ ССЫЛКИ АЛЬБОМ КАТАЛОГ
ХРОНИКИ МЕНЮ АФИША АРТИСТЫ КОНТАКТЫ
Портал
 Вопросы и ответы  •  Поиск  •  Личные настройки  •  Группы  •  Регистрация  •  Профиль  •  Войти и проверить личные сообщения  •  Вход
Календарь 
Следующая тема
Предыдущая тема

Начать новую темуОтветить на тему Предыдущая темаEmail другу.Список пользователей, просмотревших темуСохранить тему как файлPrintable versionВойти и проверить личные сообщенияСледующая тема
Автор Сообщение
Administrator
Администратор



Зарегистрирован: 14 Фев 2005
Сообщения: 46

blank.gif
СообщениеДобавлено: 1st Март 2006, 00:40  Заголовок сообщения:  Оригинальный текст мюзикла "HAIR" Ответить с цитатойЦентр страницыВернуться к началу

HAIR


MUSIC BY: Galt MacDermot
LYRICS BY: Gerome Ragni & James Rado


ОБЩИЙ СПИСОК ПЕСЕН
Aquarius
Donna
Hashish
Sodomy/"Holy Orgy"
Colored Spade
Manchester England
I'm Black/Ain't Got No
Dead End (London 1993)
I Believe In Love
Ain't Got No (Reprise)
Air
Initials
I Got Life
Going Down
Hair
My Conviction
Easy To be Hard
Don't Put it Down
Frank Mills
Be-in
Where Do I Go?
Electric Blues
Black Boys
White Boys
Walking in Space
Abie Baby
All You Have To Do (London 1993)
Three-Five-Zero-Zero
What A Piece of Work is Man
Good Morning Starshine
The Bed
The Flesh Failures/Let the Sunshine In
Exanaplanetooch (1969 script)
The Climax (1969 script)
Dead End (1969 script)
Sheila Franklin (1969 script)
Claudine Hooper Bukowski (1969 script)





ТЕКСТЫ ПЕСЕН И АККОРДЫ



"Aquarius"

When the moon is in the Seventh House Cmaj7 D7 Em
and Jupiter aligns with Mars Cmaj7 D7 Em
Then peace will guide the planets Cmaj7 D7 Em
And love will steer the stars C D G

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius F
The age of Aquarius Am
Aquarius! Aquarius! Dmaj Am

Harmony and understanding G C
Sympathy and trust abounding G C
No more falsehoods or derisions G C
Golden living dreams of visions Am G C
Mystic crystal revelation C E7 Am
And the mind's true liberation Am Dm Em
Aquarius! Aquarius! Dm Am

When the moon is in the Seventh House Cmaj7 D7 Em
and Jupiter aligns with Mars Cmaj7 D7 Em
Then peace will guide the planets Cmaj7 D7 Em
And love will steer the stars C D G

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius F
The age of Aquarius Am
Aquarius! Aquarius! Dmaj Am

(extra verses from London 1993 production)

As our hearts go beating through the night Cmaj7 D7 Em
We dance unto the dawn of day Cmaj7 D7 Em
To be the bearers of the water Cmaj7 D7 Em
Our light will lead the way C D G

We are the spirit of the age of Aquarius F
The age of Aquarius Am
Aquarius! Aquarius! Dmaj Am

Harmony and understanding G C
Sympathy and trust abounding G C
Angelic illumination G C
Rising fiery constellation Am G C
Travelling our starry courses C E7 Am
Guided by the cosmic forces Am Dm Em
Oh, care for us; Aquarius Dm Am




"Donna"

Oh, once upon a looking-for-Donna-time G7
There was a sixteen year old virgin D7
Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh G7
Looking for my Donna. C F C

I just got back from looking for Donna G7
San Francisco psychedelic urchin D7
Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh G7
Looking for my Donna. C F C

Have you seen C Bb
my sixteen year old tattooed woman? C Bb C C7
Heard a story F F9
She got busted for her beauty, oh oh oh D7
Oh oh! G G7

Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time G7
There was a sixteen year old virgin D7
Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh G7
Looking for my Donna. C F C

I've been to India and saw the yogi light C A7 D
In South America the Indian smoke glows bright B7 Em
I'm reincarnated and so are we all G G7 C
And in this lifetime we'll rise F#7 C
Before we fall F
Before we fall... D7

Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time G7
There was a sixteen year old virgin D7
Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh G7
Looking for my Donna. C F C

And I'm gonna show her life on earth can be sweet C A7 D
Gonna lay my mutated self at her feet B7 Em
And I'm gonna love her, make love to her G G7
till the sky turns brown; C
I'm evolving, I'm evolving F#7
Through the drugs C
That you put down (that you put down) F D7

Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time G7
There was a sixteen year old virgin D7
Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh G7
Looking for my Donna. C F C
Looking for my Donna. C F C

Donna!! Em7


Hashish

(1969)
Hashish
Cocaine
Heroin
Opium
LSD
DMT
STP, BLT
A&P, IRT
APC, Alcohol
Cigarettes,
Shoe polish and peyote
Dexadrine, benzedrine,
methedrine
S-E-X and Y-O-U, Wow!

(London 1993)
Hashish
Marijuana
Opium
LSD peyote
Thai stick and magical mushrooms and
Organic mescaline, silly psylicibin
Cannabis
Sativa
Alcohol, nicotine
Cough syrup
Shoe polish
Quaaludes and valium
Volcanic poppers and asprins
Smoking banana skins
S E X
Y O U
Wow!

"Sodomy"

Sodomy... G
Fellatio... D
Cunnilingus... Em
Pederasty. A

Father, why do these words sound so nasty? C D7

Masturbation G
can be fun D Em/D
Join the holy orgy Em
Kama Sutra C
Everyone!! G C G



"Colored Spade"

I'm a... Colored Spade, a nigger, a black nigger; E7
A jungle bunny, jigaboo coon, pickaninny mau mau

Uncle Tom, Aunt Jemima, Little Black Sambo A7

Cotton pickin', swamp guinea, junk man, shoeshine boy E7

Elevator operator, table cleaner at Horn and A7

Hardart, Slave voodoo, Zombie, Ubangi lipped E7

Flat nose,tap dancin' A7
Resident of Harlem E7

And President of the United States of Love A7 E7
And President of the United States of Love A7 E7

Shit! (and if you ask him to dinner, you're gonna feed him:) E7

Watermelon; Hominy grits E7 (vamp) ("So You Say" response)
An' shortnin' bread; Alligator ribs
Some pig tails; some black eyed peas
Some chili; some collard greens

And if you don't watch out A7
This boogie man will get you E
Booooooo! Booooooo! A7 E7 A7 E7

So You Say!





"Manchester England"

Manchester, England England A D A7 D
Across the Atlantic Sea A D A7 D
And I'm a genius, genius D G D7 G
I believe in God E D-E, E D-E
And I believe that God E D-E
Believes in Claude E D-E
That's me... That's me! A D A7 D

Claude Hooper Bukowski A F#m
Finds that it's groovy to hide in a movie A F#m
Pretends he's Fellini and Antonioni A F#m
And also his countryman Roman Polanski A F#m
All rolled into one A
One Claude Hooper Bukowski F#m A F#m

Now that I've dropped out A D A7 D
Why is life dreary, dreary A D A7
Answer my weary queary D G D7 G
Timothy Leary, Dearie E D-E, E7 A

Manchester, England England A D A7 D
Across the Atlantic Sea A D A7 D
And I'm a genius, genius D G D7 G
I believe in God E D-E, E D-E
And I believe that God E D-E
Believes in Claude E D-E
That's me... (That's he!) A D A7 D
That's me... (That's he!) A D A7 D
That's me... A



"Ain't Got No"

I'm black... I'm black; Em G
I'm pink... I'm pink; Em G
I'm Rinso White... Em G D7/F# G7/B
I'm in-vi-si-ble... C D Em

SOLO VOICE: RESPONSE:

Ain't Got No home Em So
Ain't Got No shoes G Poor
Ain't Got No money Em Honey
Ain't Got No class G Common
Ain't Got No scarf D Hot
Ain't Got No gloves Bm Cold
Ain't Got No bed Em Beat
Ain't Got No pot C Busted
Ain't Got No faith G C D Catholic

Ain't Got No mother Em Orphan
Ain't Got No culture G Man
Ain't Got No friends Em Lucky
Ain't Got No schoolin' G Dumb
Ain't Got No shine D Dull
Ain't Got No underwear Bm Bad
Ain't Got No soap Em Dirty
Ain't Got No A-Train C Jump
Ain't Got No mind G C D Lost it

Ain't Got No smokes Em Shit
Ain't Got No job G Lazy
Ain't Got No work Em Fine
Ain't Got No coins G Broke
Ain't Got No pennies D Beg
Ain't Got No girl/man Bm Horny
Ain't Got No ticket Em Hustle
Ain't Got No token C Walk
Ain't Got No God G C D Good

(extra verse from London 1993)

Ain't Got No father Em Dead
Ain't Got No Tee Vee G Honest
Ain't Got No pizza Em Starving
Ain't Got No Gallo G Nervous
Ain't Got No sleep D High
Ain't Got No rhythm Bm White
Ain't Got No books Em Lovely
Ain't Got No socks C Nasty
Ain't Got No sex G Ugly




I believe in love

intro: Ab Fm Ab Fm]

Ab Fm
I believe in love.

Ab
I believe in love.

Fm
I believe in love.

Ab
I do believe in love.

Eb Db Cb
I believe that now is the time for all good men

Eb
I believe in love

Ab Eb Db Cb Eb
I believe that now is the time for all good men to come to the aide of...

Ab Bbm Eb
My country, 'tis of thee,

Ab7 Db Fm
Sweet land of liberty.

Bb Eb
God save...

Ab Fm
I believe in love.

Ab
Do you believe in love?

Fm
Well you believe in love,

Ab
You better believe in love.

Fm ab Fm Ab
I believe that now is the time for all men to come

Fm Ab [no chord]
To the aide of love

Ab [staccato]
I believe in love.



"Ain't Got No (reprise)"

[SHEILA:] What do we want?
[TRIBE:] Peace!
[SHEILA:] When do we want it?
[TRIBE:] Now!
[SHEILA:] What do we want?
[TRIBE:] Freedom!
[SHEILA:] And when do we want it?
[TRIBE:] Now! Peace now! Freedom now! Peace now! Freedom now! Peace
now!

Em
Ain't got no grass (Can't take no trip)

G
Ain't got no acid (Can't blow my mind)

Em
Ain't got no clothes (You're full of pus)

G
Ain't got no pad (You're full of piss)

D
Ain't got no apples (We got balls)

Bm
Ain't got no knives (Can't cut you up)

Em
Ain't got no guns (We got bananas)

C
Ain't got no garbage (White trash!)

G F#
Ain't got no draft card, burned it, burned it, burned it.

Bm
Ain't got no earth, ain't got no fun,
Ain't got no bike, ain't got no pimples,

D
Ain't got no trees, ain't got no air,

A
Ain't got no water, city, banjo, toothpicks,
Shoelaces, teachers, football, telephone,
Records, doctors, brother, sister,
Uniforms, machine guns, airplanes, germs,

D A
M-1, bang bang bang
M-2, bang bang bang

A-bombs, H-bombs, P-bombs, Q-bombs,
Chinese, Czechs, Hindus, Bindus,
Italianos, Polacks, Germans,
Youse Jews, ups and downs,
Vietnam, Johnson, high school, sex,
Coffee, books, food, scissors, magazines, news, cigarettes,
Hollywood, T.V., Tuesday Weld, Burton-Taylor,
Pop art, pop off, popcorn, Popsicle,
Andy Warpop, pop paper, pop up, Popeye,
Poppers, napalm, England, outer space,
Astronauts, Jesus, air air air air air,
Air, air....

"Air"

Welcome! Sulphur dioxide D G A
Hello! Carbon monoxide D G A
The air, the air G A
is everywhere G D

Breathe deep, while you sleep, Breathe deep! G A D

Bless you, alcohol bloodstream D G A
Save me, nicotine lung-steam D G A
Incense, incense G A
is in the air G D

Breathe deep, while you sleep, Breathe deep! G A D

Cat-o-clysmic ectoplasm D G A7 D
Fallout, atomic orgasm D G A7 G
Vapor and fume G A
At the stone of my tomb A G
Breathing like a sullen perfume A7 G
Eating at the stone of my tomb. A7 D

Welcome! Sulphur dioxide D G A
Hello! Carbon monoxide D G A
The air, the air G A
is everywhere G D

Breathe deep, while you sleep, Breathe deep! G A D
Deep, deep, d-deep-deep, (cough cough) D



"Initials"

LBJ took the IRT C F G C
down to 4th street USA F G C
When he got there, what did he see? Am7 D Am7 D
The youth of America on LSD. Am7 F G C

LBJ, IRT C Am7, Dm7
USA, LSD G, C

LSD, LBJ C Am7, Dm7
FBI, CIA G, C

F-B-I-C-I-A C Am Dm7
L-S-D; G C;
Eh-eh-el...Be...Jay C G C


"I Got Life"

CLAUDE:
This is 1968, dearies, not 1948!
CLAUDE'S MOTHER[s]:
1968! What have you got, 1968, may I ask?! What the hell you got, 1968, that makes you so damn superior, and gives me such a headache?!
CLAUDE:
Well, if you really wanna know, 1948...


I Got Life, mother; I got laughs, sister; Gm; Dm
I got freedom, brother; I got good times, man. F; A7, D9 G

I got crazy ways, daughter Gm
I got million-dollar charm, cousin Dm
I got headaches and toothaches Am D
and bad times, too E7 Am
Like you! G7-C7

I got my hair; I got my head F; Bb
I got my brains; I got my ears F; Bb
I got my eyes; I got my nose F; Bb
I got my mouth Am
I got my teeth! C7

I got my tongue; I got my chin F; Bb
I got my neck; I got my tits F; Bb
I got my heart; I got my soul F; Bb
I got my back Am
I got my ass! C7

I got my arms, I got my hands, Am; E7
I got my fingers, I got my legs; Am; E7
I got my feet, I got my toes Am; E7
I got my liver... G7
Got my blood. C7 F

I got my guts (I got my guts) A7
I got my muscles (muscles) Bb
I Got Life! (Life!) F Bb
Life! (Life!) F Bb
Life! (Life!) F Bb
Life!! F



"Going Down"

Me and Lucifer; Lucifer and me C; F C
Like the angel that fell C F G
Banished forever to Hell C F G
Today have I been expelled F Em Dm7
From high school heaven G7 C

Elevator Going Down (C) F
Going Down ; Going Down E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C
Everybody Going Down; C F
Going Down ; Going Down E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C

"High school dropouts, don't give up! Dial oh-R-7 7-3-9-oh for
our free booklet... Telling how you can get it at home..."

This is my doom, my humiliation Em G
October, not June D
And it's summer vacation G
Such a disgrace E
How can I face the nation? Am
Why should this pain D
Bring me such strange e-la-tion? G C-G: C

Ev'rybody Going Down (C) F
Going Down ; Going Down E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C
Everybody Going Down; C F
Going Down ; Going Down E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C

Emancipation proclamation Em G
Oh, Dr. Lincoln D
My head needs shrinkin' G
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu E
Lucifer and me Am
Doomed from here D
To e-ter-ni-ty! G C-G: C

Ev'rybody Going Down (C) F
Down, Down ; Going Down E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C
Everybody Going Down; C F
Down, Down ; Going Down E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C
Down, Everybody Going Down C Dm7 G7 C
Down, Everybody Going Down C Dm7 G7 C

Forgive me if I don't cry C F G
It's like the Fourth of July C F G
Thank god that angels can fly F Em Dm7
Down, Down, down Dm7
Going Down, Down, down Dm7
Going Down, Down, down Dm7
Going Down! G7-C


"Hair"

She asks me why...I'm just a hairy guy Cm Abmaj7...Cm Eb
I'm hairy noon and night; Hair that's a fright. Cm Ab; Cm Eb
I'm hairy high and low, Gm Eb
Don't ask me why; don't know! Gm Bb; Bb
It's not for lack of bread Gm Eb
Like the Grateful Dead; darling Gm Bb; (F-Bb)

Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair Cm Ab Cm Eb
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen Cm Ab Cm Eb
Give me down to there, hair! Gm Eb
Shoulder length, longer (hair!) Gm Bb
Here baby, there mama, Everywhere daddy daddy Gm Eb; Gm Bb7

CHORUS:
Hair! (hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair) Cm Ab Cm
Flow it, Show it; Eb Bb7
Long as God can grow it, My Hair! Eb7 Ab Bb7, Eb Bb11

Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees Cm Ab Cm Eb
Give a home to the fleas in my hair Cm Ab Cm Eb
A home for fleas, a hive for bees Gm Eb; Gm Bb
A nest for birds, there ain't no words Gm; Eb
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my Gm Bb7

CHORUS

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy Dm7 G7
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty Dm7 G7
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining Gm Cm
Gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen Gm Cm
Knotted, polka-dotted; Twisted, beaded, braided Cm7 F7; Cm7 F7
Powdered, flowered, and confettied Cm7 F7
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied! Cm F7 Bb7

O-oh, Say can you see; my eyes if you can, Eb Bb
Then my hair's too short! Bb
Down to here, down to there, Eb Cm
Down to where, down to there; Eb Cm
It stops by itself! Bb
doo doo doo doo doot-doot doo doo doot (repeat: no chord)

They'll be ga-ga at the go-go Cm Ab
when they see me in my toga Cm Eb
My toga made of blond, brilliantined, Biblical hair Cm Ab Cm Eb
My hair like Jesus wore it Gm Eb
Hallelujah I adore it Gm Bb7
Hallelujah Mary loved her son Gm Eb
Why don't my Mother love me? Gm Bb7

CHORUS (three times to end)



"My Conviction"

You know, kids; I wish every mom and dad would make a speech to
their teenagers and say "Kids, be free, be whatever you are, do
whatever you want to do, just so long as you don't hurt anybody.
And remember kids, I am your friend."
(intro) C-F
I would just like to say that it is my conviction C F
That longer hair and other flamboyant affectations G F
of appearance are nothing more D7/F# G
than the male's emergence from his drab camouflage C C7
into the gaudy plumage F
which is the birthright of his sex. C G C

There is a peculiar notion that elegant plumage G C C/Em C/Am7
And fine feathers are not proper for the male F G A7
When ac--- tually; D9 G/B C-A7 -> F
That is the way things are G
in most species. C F C


"Easy To Be Hard"

How can people be so heartless Fmaj7 D7
How can people be so cruel Fmaj7 D7
Easy To Be Hard; Easy to be cold G Am; D7 G Am-D7

Oh, how can people have no feelings Fmaj7 D7
How can they ignore their friends Fmaj7 D7
Easy to be proud; Easy to say no G Am; D7 G Am-D7

And especially people who care about strangers C Gm C Gm
Who care about evil and social injustice C Gm C Gm
Do you only care about the bleeding crowd? Am D7 Am D7
How about a needing friend? Am D7 G
I need a friend... Fmaj7 D7

How can people be so heartless Fmaj7 D7
You know I'm hung up on you Fmaj7 D7
Easy to give in; Easy to help out G Am; D7 G Am-D7

Oh, and especially people who care about strangers C Gm C Gm
Who care about evil and social injustice C Gm C Gm
Do you only care about the bleeding crowd? Am D7 Am D7
How about a needing friend? Am D7 G
I need a friend... Fmaj7 D7

How can people have no feelings Fmaj7 D7
How can they ignore their friends Fmaj7 D7
Easy to be hard; Easy to be cold G Am; D7 G Am-D7
Easy to be proud; G Am
Easy to say no. D7 Am7 G



"Don't Put It Down"

Om mane padme om; Om mane padme on;
Folding the flag is taking care of the nation;
Folding the flag is putting it to bed for the night;
I fell through a hole in the flag,
I'm falling through a hole in the flag; Help!

Don't Put It Down F G
Best one around! C
Crazy for the red, blue and white F G Em A
Crazy for the red, blue and white F G Em A

You look at me; What do you see? F G C
Crazy for the white, red and blue F G Em A
Crazy for the white, red and blue F G Em A

Cause I look different; You think I'm subversive F G C
Crazy for the blue, white and red F G Em A
Crazy for the blue, white and red F G Em A

My heart beats true; for the red, white and blue! F G C
Crazy for the blue, white and red F G Em A
Crazy for the blue, white and red F G Em A
and yellow... fringe... F G Em A
Crazy for the blue, white, red and yellow! F G C


"Frank Mills"

I met a boy named Frank Mills C G
on September twelfth right here Am F
In front of the Waverly C
But unfortunately; I lost his address Dm7; G7 C

He was last seen with his friend C G
A drummer, he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles Am F
But he wears his hair C
Tied in a small bow at the back Dm7 G7 C F C

I love him, but it embarrasses me Gm7 C7 F
To walk down the street with him; F#dim C
He lives in Brooklyn...somewhere... Em F#m7 B7
and wears this white crash helmet. E7 A7 D7 G G7
He has golden chains on his leather jacket C7
and on the back are written the names F F#dim C
Mary... and Mom... and Hell's Angels. Em... Am... F C

I would gratefully appreciate it if you see him,tell him C G Am F
I'm in the park with my girlfriend... and please C Am7... G7
Tell him Angela and I, C G7
don't want the two dollars back; Just him! Am F; G7 C




"Where Do I Go?"

Where Do I Go?; Follow the river Dm7 G7; C
Where Do I Go?; Follow the gulls Dm7 G7; C

Where is the something Gm7 C7
Where is the someone Gm7 C7
That tells me why I live and die? Gm7 C7 F C

Where Do I Go?; Follow the children Dm7 G7; C
Where Do I Go?; Follow their smiles Dm7 G7; C

Is there an answer Gm7 C7
In their sweet faces Gm7 C7
That tells me why I live and die? Gm7 C7 F C

Follow the wind song, follow the thunder F Eb; F Eb
Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes F F#m7 B7 Em
Down to the gutter, up to the glitter G F; G F
Into the city, where the truth lies. G F; D7 G7

Where Do I Go?; Follow the children Dm7 G7; C
Where Do I Go?; Follow their smiles Dm7 G7; C

Is there an answer Gm7 C7
In their sweet faces Gm7 C7
That tells me why I live and die? Gm7 C7 F C

Follow the wind song, follow the thunder F Eb; F Eb
Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes F F#m7 B7 Em
Down to the gutter, up to the glitter G F; G F
Into the city, where the truth lies. G F; D7 G7

Where Do I Go?; Follow my heartbeat Dm7 G7; C
Where Do I Go?; Follow my hand Dm7 G7; C

Where will they lead me? Gm7 C7
And will I ever Gm7 C7
Discover why I live and die? Gm7 C7 F C
............ I live and die? Gm7 C7 F C

Why do I live? Why do I die? D C; D C D
Tell me why... Tell me where do I go? D C; D C D C
Tell me why... Tell me where... D C; D C
Tell me why... Tell me where... D C; D C
Tell me why! D



Electric Blues



A E A D A
Tell me, who do you love, man?

E A D A
Tell me, what, man?

E A D A B G B E
Tell me, what's it you love, man?

A F#7 Bm7
An old-fashioned melo-deee

C#m7
Dee-dee-deeeee

D
Dee-dee-deeeee

Dm
Dee-dee-deeeee

A
Dee-dee-deeeee

E A D A
Tell me, what's it that moves you?

E A D A B G B E
Tell me, what's it that grooves you?

A F#7 Bm7
An old-fashioned melo-deee

C#m7
Dee-dee-deeeee

D
Dee-dee-deeeee

Dm
Dee-dee-deeeee

A
Dee-dee-deeeee

A7 D
But old songs leave you dead,

Dm A E7 A G D E A G D E
We sell our souls for bread.

A G
We're all encased in sonic armor,

D E
Beltin' it out through chrome grenades,

A G
Miles and miles of Medusan chord,

D E
The electronic, sonic boom.

E [no chord]
It's what's hap'ning, baby, it's where it's at, daddy.

A G
They chain you and brainwash you

D E
When you least suspect it.

A G
They feed ya mass media,

D E
The age is electric.

G A
I got the electric blues!
I got the electric blues!

G A7
I got the electric blues!

D A
I got the electric blues!

E7
(Thump, rackety whomp, rock folk rock, rhythm and blues)
An old-fashioned melody
(Electrons explodin' rackety-clack, plugged in, turned on)
An old-fashioned melody
(Thump, rackety whomp, rock folk rock, rhythm and blues)
An old-fashioned melody
(Electrons explodin' rackety-clack thwump whoop yeah!)

A G
We're all encased in sonic armor,

D E
Beltin' it out through chrome grenades,

A G
Miles and miles of Medusan chord,

D E
The electronic, sonic boom.

E [no chord]
It's what's hap'ning, baby, it's where it's at, daddy.

A G
They chain you and brainwash you

D E
When you least suspect it.

A G
They feed ya mass media,

D E
The age is electric.

G A
I got the electric blues!
I got the electric blues!

G A7
I got the electric blues!

D A
I got the electric blues!







"Black Boys"

Black boys are delicious C Bb Eb G
Chocolate flavored love C Bb Eb G
Licorice lips like candy F Eb Ab F
Keep my cocoa handy F Eb Ab F
I have such a sweet tooth Bb F
When it comes to love G7 C

Once I tried a diet C Cmaj7
of quiet, rest, no sweets C7 F
But I went nearly crazy Fm C
And I went clearly crazy Am D7
Because I really craved for G7 Am
chocolate flavored treats D7 G

Black boys nutritious C Bb Eb G
Black boys fill me up; C Bb Eb G
Black boys are so damn yummy F Eb Ab F
They satisfy my tummy; F Eb Ab F
I have such a sweet tooth Bb F
When it comes to love G7 C

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black F
Black boys! C



"White Boys"

White boys are so pretty E A
Skin as smooth as milk E E7
White boys are so pretty A E-G#-C#m
Hair like Chinese silk. F#m B7 E

I tell ya, yer White boys give me goose bumps E A
White boys give me chills E E7
and when they touch my shoulder A E-G#-C#m
That's the touch that kills F#m B7 E

Well, my momma calls'em lilies A7
But I call'em 'Piccadillies' E
My daddy told me "Stay Away!" A7
But I say "Come on out & Play!" B-Bdim-B

White boys are so groovy E A
White boys are so tough E E7
Every time that they're near me A E-G#-C#m
I just can't get enough. F#m B7 E--> C7

White boys are pretty F Bb
White boys are so sweet F F7
White boys drive me crazy Bb F-A-Dm
Drive me indiscreet Gm C7 F

White boys are so sexy F Bb
Legs so long and lean F F7
I love those sprayed-on trousers Bb F-A-Dm
Love the love machine Gm C7 F

My brother calls'em 'rubble' Bb7
That's my kind of trouble! F
My daddy warns me 'No, No, No!" Bb7
But I say "White boys Go, Go, Go!" C C7

White boys are so lovely F Bb
Beautiful as girls F
I love to run my fingers Bb F-A-Dm
And toes through all their curls Gm C7 F

Give me a tall Bb7 (vamp)
a lean, a sexy
a sweet, a pretty, a juicy
White Boy! F

Black boys! White boys! Bb; F
Black boys! White boys! Bb; F

Mixed Media! Bb F




"Walking In Space"

Doors locked (doors locked) C7 G7
Blinds pulled (blinds pulled) Bb C
Lights low (lights low) G7 D7
Flames high (flames high) F C

My body, (My body), My body Eb, Ab, Db F
My body, (My body), My body Eb, Ab, Db F

My body is Walking In Space Fm Db Ab-A-Bb
My soul is in orbit with God face to face Fm Db Ab-A-Bb
Floating, flipping; Flying, tripping Ab Bb Db Eb
Tripping from Potsville to Starlight Fm Db Ab-A-Bb
Tripping from Starlight to Moonville Fm Db Ab Bb
On a rocket to the Fourth Dimension Ab Bb Db Eb
Total self-awareness, the intention Ab Bb Db Eb

My mind is as clear as country air Fm Db Ab Bb7
I feel my flesh, all colors mesh Fm Db Ab Bb7

Red, black; Blue, brown Eb; Bb7
Yellow, crimson; Green, orange Db; Eb
Purple, pink; Violet, white Bb7; F7
White, white; white, white Ab; Eb
White, white... Eb

All the clouds are cumuloft, Walking In Space Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb
Oh my God, your skin is soft, I love your face Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb
How dare they try to end this beauty? Ebm Gb Cb Gb
How dare they try to end this beauty? Ebm Gb Cb Gb

To keep us under foot, they bury us in soot Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb
Pretending it's a chore, to ship us off to war Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb
In this dive we rediscover sensation Ebm Gb Cb Gb
In this dive we rediscover sensation Ebm Gb Cb Gb

Walking In Space, we find the purpose of peace Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb
The beauty of life, you can no longer hide Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb

Our eyes are open, our eyes are open Ebm Gb Cb Gb
Our eyes are open, our eyes are open Ebm Gb Cb Gb
Wide! Wide! Wide! Gb Cb Gb



"Abie Baby"

Yes; I's finished on y'all G9; Cmaj7 G9
Farmland with yo' Boll Cmaj7 G9
Weevils and all Cmaj7 G9
and pluckin' y'all's Cmaj7 G9
chickens, fryin' Cmaj7 G9
Mother's oats in grease; Cmaj7 F
I's free now G
thanks to yo' Massa Lincoln Cmaj7 G
emancipator of the slaves D G C F-C: F Em

Yes; I's finished on y'all Cmaj7 G9
Farmland with yo' Boll Cmaj7 G9
Weevils and all Cmaj7 G9
and pluckin' y'all's Cmaj7 G9
chickens, fryin' Cmaj7 G9
Mother's oats in grease; Cmaj7 F
I's free now G
thanks to yo' Massa Lincoln Cmaj7 G
emancipator of the slaves D G C
Yeah Yeah Yeah A7
Emanci-muthafuckin-pator of the slaves D7 G7 C
Yeah Yeah Yeah A7
Emanci-muthafuckin-pator of the slaves D7 G7 C-F-C
Slaves? Slaves?

Ooh-be-do, whoa, whoa, whoa (C C/Am7 Dm7 G)

Four score, I said Four score and seven years ago C Am Dm7 G
"Oh, Sock it to'em baby, C Am
You're soundin' better all the time!" Dm7 G
Our forefathers, I mean ALL our forefathers C Am Dm7 G
Brought forth upon this here continent a NEW nation C Am Dm7 G
"Oh, come on, Rock me Stokely" C Am Dm7 G
Conceived, Conceived like we all was; in liberty, C Am Dm7 G

and dedicated-to the-one I-love F-Fm-Bb9-C Am Dm7 G
I mean dedicated to the proposition that ALL men C Am Dm7 G

Honey, I tell you ALL men, are created equal. C Am Dm7 G

Ooh-be-do, whoa, whoa, whoa C Am Dm7 G
Happy Birthday, Abie Baby C F
Happy Birthday to you, Yeah! G C
Happy Bithday, Abie Baby C F
Happy Birthday to you, BANG! G C

Bang? Aww shit, I'm not dyin' for no white man!
(Tell it like it is, baby!)



"Three-Five-Zero-Zero"

Ripped open by metal explosion Em Am
Caught in barbed wire; fireball, bullet shock Em; Am
Bayonet, electricity, shrapnel, throbbing meat Em Am Em Am
Electronic data processing G C
Black uniforms, bare feet, carbines G C
Mail order rifles shoot the muscles Em Am Em
256 Viet Cong captured... Bm Em
256 Viet Cong captured... Bm Em

(first time whispered)

Prisoners in Niggertown G
It's a dirty little war G
Three-five-zero-zero C G D
Take weapons up and begin to kill D F-G-C
Watch the long long armies drifting home C G E7 A7 D7 G

(sing out!)

Oh, Prisoners in Niggertown G
It's a dirty little war G
Three-five-zero-zero C G D
Take weapons up and begin to kill D F-G-C
Watch the long long armies drifting home C G E7 A7 D7 G

(let'er rip!)

Oh, Prisoners in Niggertown G
It's a dirty little war G
Three-five-zero-zero C G D
Take weapons up and begin to kill D F-G-C
Watch the long long armies drifting home C G E7 A7 D7 G


Ripped open by metal explosion Em Am
Caught in barbed wire; fireball, bullet shock Em; Am
Bayonet, electricity, shrapnel, throbbing meat Em Am Em Am
Electronic data G C



"What A Piece Of Work Is Man"

What A Piece Of Work Is Man G C G
How noble in reason G C G
How infinite in faculties G C G
In form and moving C F
How express and admirable. C G
In action, how like an angel G C G
In apprehension how like a god C F C G
The beauty of the world G C G
The paragon of animals G C G

I have of late G
but wherefore I know not Am D7
lost all my mirth. G
This goodly frame G
The earth G7
seems to me a sterile promontory C G

This most excellent canopy G Em
The air-- Look you! A D
This brave o'erhanging firmament D7 G
This majestical roof Bm
Fretted with golden fire. C
Why it appears no other thing to me G Am
Than a foul and pestilent congregation D11
of vapors. G

What A Piece Of Work Is Man G C G
How noble in reason G C G



"Good Morning Starshine"

Good Morning Starshine (G) C D C
The earth says "hello" D C D
You twinkle above us C D C D
We twinkle below. C D G D7

Good Morning Starshine C D C
You lead us along D C D
My love and me as we sing C B7 Em G7 C
Our early morning singin' song A7 D7 G

(middle eight)
Gliddy glub gloopy; Nibby nabby noopy G
La la la lo lo... Am7 D7 Am7 D7
Sabba sibby sabba; Nooby abba nabba Am7 D7; Am7 D7
Le le lo lo... G G7
Tooby ooby walla; Nooby abba nabba C B7; Em Am7
Early morning singin' song. G D7 G

Good Morning Starshine (G) C D C
The earth says "hello" D C D
You twinkle above us C D C D
We twinkle below. C D G D7

Good Morning Starshine C D C
You lead us along D C D
My love and me as we sing C B7 Em G7 C
Our early morning singin' song A7 D7 G

(repeat middle eight)

Singin' a song, humming a song G
Singing a song... Am7 D7 Am7 D7
Loving a song, laughing a song Am7 D7 Am7 D7
Singing a song... G G7
Sing the song; Song the sing C B7; Em7 Am7
Song song song sing G Am
Sing sing sing sing song D7 G
Song song song sing G Am
Sing sing sing sing song D7 G

(extra verses, London 1993)
Good Morning Starshine (G) C D C
The universe rings D C D
With Milky Way music C D C D
Our blue planet sings. C D G D7

Good Morning Starshine C D C
And someday so strong D C D
They'll hear the song we sang C B7 Em G7 C
Our early morning singin' song A7 D7 G



The Bed

G C D D7 G
Oh, the bed. Ooh, the bed. I love the bed.

F Dm
You can lie in bed, you can lay in bed,

G7 C G
You can die in bed, you can pray in bed.

F Dm
You can live in bed, you can laugh in bed,

G7 C G
You can give your heart or break your heart in half in bed.

Dm G Dm
You can please in bed, you can squeeze in bed,

G7 Dm G7 Bb D
You can tease in bed, you can freeze in bed.

G F Dm G7 C
You can sneeze in bed, catch the fleas in bed, all of these.

G
Plus eat crackers and cheese in bed.

D
Oh, the bed is a thing of feather and spring,

A7 D
Of wire and wood invention so good.

Oh, the bed comes complete with pillow and sheet,

A7 D
With blanket electric and breath antiseptic.

G G7 C D G
Let there be sheets, let there be beds,

C Am D G
Foam rubber pillows under our heads.

G7 C D G
Let there be sighs, filling the room,

C Am D B D7
Scanty pajamas by Fruit of the Loom. Oh, yeah!

G F Dm
You can eat in bed, and be beat in bed,

G7 C G
Be in heat in bed, have a treat in bed.

F Dm
You can rock in bed, you can roll in bed,

G7 C G
Find your sock in bed, lose your soul in bed.

Dm G Dm G7
You can lose in bed, you can win in bed,

C G
But never, never, never, never, never can you sin in bed.

C
But never, never, never, never,
Never, never, never, never

G Em
Never, can you sin in bed.

Aquarius. Aquarius.

Boom! Boom! Beat! Beat! Boom! Cauliflower power!
Boom! Boom! Beat! Beat! Boom! Cauliflower power!
Do not enter induction center!
Do not enter induction center!
Yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yippie!
Yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yippie!


"The Flesh Failures/Let The Sunshine In"

We starve; look; at one another, short of breath Bm
walking proudly in our winter coats A
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation Bm D
Of moving paper fantasy Bm F#7
Listening for the new told lies Bm
With supreme visions of lonely tunes G D

Somewhere Bm
inside something there is a rush of
greatness
Who knows what stands in front of A
Our lives
I fashion my future on films in space Bm D
Silence tells me secretly Bm F#7
Everything; Everything... F#7 Bm; G D

Manchester England, England Bm
Manchester England, England Bm
Across the Atlantic Sea... Bm
And I'm a genius genius, Em
I believe in God Gb-E-Gb, Gb-E-Gb
And I believe that God Gb-E-Gb
Believes in Claude Gb-E-Gb
That's me, that's me... that's me... Bm
..The rest is silence...the rest is silence.. Bm

We starve; look; at one another, short of breath Bm
walking proudly in our winter coats A
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation Bm D
Of moving paper fantasy Bm F#7
Listening for the new told lies Bm
With supreme visions of lonely tunes G D

Singing; our space songs on a spider web sitar Bm
Life is around you and in you A
Answer for Timothy Leary, Dearie Bm D

Let the sunshine Bm F#
Let the sunshine in Bm
The sunshine in... G D

(repeat five times, or as desired)
   СкрытыйЛичная галерея AdministratorПосмотреть профильОтправить личное сообщение
Показать сообщения:      
Начать новую темуОтветить на тему Предыдущая темаEmail другу.Список пользователей, просмотревших темуСохранить тему как файлPrintable versionВойти и проверить личные сообщенияСледующая тема

Следующая тема
Предыдущая тема
Вы не можете начинать темы
Вы не можете отвечать на сообщения
Вы не можете редактировать свои сообщения
Вы не можете удалять свои сообщения
Вы не можете голосовать в опросах
Вы не можете прикреплять файлы в этом форуме
Вы можете скачивать файлы в этом форуме


Часовой пояс: GMT + 3
i_am_d

Неофициальный сайт Театра Музыки и Драмы Стаса Намина © 2004-2006, E-Mail: NaminTheatre@yandex.ru