Bob Dylan - Dirge, аккорды

From: [email protected] (Petter Larsson)
 
 Dirge  -  Bob Dylan
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 ('Planet waves' album)
 
 
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Cm
 
 
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Gm
   
Dm
                             
Gm
 I hate myself for lovin' you  And the weakness that I showed ...
 
Dm
              
Gm
                      
Dm
               
Am
 You were just a painted face  On a trip down Suicide Road.
 
Bb
                     
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Gm
 The stage was set, the lights went out  All around the old hotel
 
Bb
                       
Eb
             
Bb
       
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Gm
 I hate myself for lovin' you  And I'm glad the curtain fell.
 
 
 
Dm
                  
Gm
              
Dm
                    
Gm
 I hate that foolish game we played  And the need that was expressed
 
Dm
                     
Gm
           
Dm
                 
Am
 And the mercy that you showed to me Whoever would have guessed
 
Bb
                  
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Gm
 I went out on Lower Broadway  And I felt that place within
      
Bb
                 
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Gm
 That hollow place where martyrs weep  And angels play with sin
 
 
Dm
                  
Gm
       
Dm
              
Gm
 Heard your songs of freedom  And man forever stripped
 
Dm
             
Gm
               
Dm
            
Am
 Acting out his folly  While his back is being whipped
 
Bb
              
Dm
          
Gm
 Like a slave in orbit  He's beaten 'til he's tame
 
Bb
                 
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Bb
     
Cm
     
Gm
 All for a moment's glory  And it's dirty, rotten shame
 
 
Dm
                          
Gm
          
Dm
             
Gm
 There are those who worship loneliness  I'm not one of them
 
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Gm
          
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Am
 In this age of fiberglass  I'm searching for a gem
 
Bb
                         
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Gm
 The crystal ball up on the wall  Hasn't shown me nothing yet
 
Bb
                     
Eb
               
Bb
        
Cm
     
Gm
 I've paid the price of solitude  But at least I'm out of debt
 
 
Dm
             
Gm
            
Dm
               
Gm
 Can't recall a useful thing  You ever did for me
 
Dm
                  
Gm
             
Dm
               
Am
 'Cept pat me on the back one time  When I was on my knees
 
Bb
                          
Dm
         
Gm
 We stared into each other's eyes  'Til one of us would break
 
Bb
        
Eb
              
Bb
         
Cm
       
Gm
 No use to apologize  What diff'rence would it make
 
 
Dm
                     
Gm
            
Dm
          
Gm
 So sing your praise of progress  And of the Doom Machine
 
Dm
                 
Gm
          
Dm
                 
Am
 The naked truth is still tabu  Whenever it can be seen
 
Bb
            
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Gm
 Lady Luck who shines on me  Will tell you where I'm at
 
Bb
                
Eb
                
Bb
         
Cm
   
Gm
 I hate myself for lovin' you  But I should get over that
 
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 Typed by  Petter Larsson , [email protected]