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Woensdag 14 november 2012

All Along The Watchtower

All Along The Watchtower

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Am G F G Am
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Buisness men they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None would ever compromise
Nobody of this world

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our place
So let us stop talking falsely now
The hour's getting late

All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

Andere akkoordcombinaties ::

1. Bm/A G A Bm
2. Jimi Hendrix (A, Am, Bm, Bm/A, F, G)

watchtower chords

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Dinsdag 13 november 2012

Bring it on home to me :: Sam Cooke :: Animals

Bring it on home to me

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G D             If you ever change your mind
G G7 C        About leaving, leaving me behind
G                Oh, bring it to me
D C             Bring your sweet loving
D G             Bring it on home to me

G D             You know I laughed, when you left
G G7 C      But now I know, I only hurt myself
G                Oh, bring it to me
D C             Bring your sweet loving
D G             Bring it on home to me
C G D         (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

G D             I'll give you jewelry, money too
G G7 C        And that's not all, all I'd do for you
G                Oh, bring it to me
D C             Bring your sweet loving
D G             Bring it on home to me
C G D         (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

G D             You know I'll always be your slave
G G7 C        till I'm dead, and buried in my grave
G                Oh, bring it to me
D C             Bring your sweet loving
D G             Bring it on home to me
C G D         (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Herhaal vers 1

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Maandag 12 november 2012

Bonnie Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond

Loch Lomond :: Bonnie Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond

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By [C]yon bonnie [Am]banks and by [Dm]yon bonnie [G]braes,
Where the [C]sun shines [Am]bright on Loch [F]Lo[G]mond,
Where [F]me and my [C]true love were [Dm]ever wunt to [F]gae,
[G7]On the [C]bonnie, bonnie [F]banks [Em]o' Loch [Dm]Lo[G7][C]mond.

Oh, [C]ye'll take the [Am]high road and [Dm]I'll take the [G]low road,
And [C]I'll be in [Am]Scotland a[F]fore [G]ye,
But [F]me and my [C]true love will [Dm]never meet a[F]gain
[G7]On the [C]bonnie, bonnie [F]banks [Em]o' Loch [Dm]Lo[G7][C]mond.

'Twas [C]there that we [Am]parted in [Dm]yon shady [G]glen,
On the [C]steep, steep [Am]side o'Ben [F]Lo[G]mon',
Where [F]in purple [C]hue the [Dm]Hieland hills we [F]view,
[G7]An' the [C]moon coming [F]out [Em]in the [Dm]gloa[G7][C]min'.

The [C]wee birdies [Am]sing and the [Dm]wild flowers [G]spring,
And in [C]sunshine the [Am]waters are [F]slee[G]pin',
But [F]my broken [C]heart it [Dm]kens nae second [F]spring,
[G7]Tho' the [C]waefu' may [F]cease [Em]frae their [Dm]gree[G7][C]tin'.

1. By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright, on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love, were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie bonnie banks, of Loch Lomond

Oh ye'll tak' the high road An’ I'll tak' the low road
And I'll be in scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will never meet
Again on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

2. We'll meet where we parted, in yon shady glen
On the steep steep side, of Ben Lomond
Where in purple hue, the hie-lands hills we view
And the moon looks out, frae the gloamin’

3. Still fair is the scene, but ah! how changed
Are the hopes that we fondly cherished
Like a wa-t'ry gleam, like a morning dream
On Cul-lo-dens field, they ha'e per-rished

4. The wild flowers spring, and the wee birds sing
And in sun-shine the waters, are sleepin’
But the broken heart, a kens nae second spring
And re-sign'd we may be, tho' we're greetin’

Loch Lomond

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Vrijdag 2 november 2012

Volkslied : Drie schuintamboers

Drie Schuintamboers

Demo pw : klik hier

G                                       D7
Drie schuintamboers, die kwamen uit het oosten

Drie schuintamboers, die kwamen uit het oosten
       G
Van je rombom wat maal ik erom
                   D7         G
Die kwamen uit het oosten, rombom

Een van de drie, zag daar een aardig meisje ...

Zeg meisje lief, mag ik met jou verkeren ...

Zeg jongeman, dat moet je m'n vader vragen ...

Zeg oude heer, mag ik je dochter trouwen ...

Zeg jongeman, zeg mij, wat is je rijkdom

Mijn rijkdom is, daar wil ik niet om jokken

Mijn rijkdom is, een trommel met twee stokken ...

Nee schuintamboer, mijn kind kun je niet krijgen ...

Zeg oude heer, ik ben nog iets vergeten ...

Mijn vader is Groothertog van Bretagne ...

Mijn moeder is de Koningin van Spanje ...

Zeg jongeman, je mag m'n dochter trouwen ...

Nee oude heer, je mag je dochter houden ...

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Dinsdag 30 oktober 2012

Edge Of Reality Lyrics :: Elvis Presley

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C E F G    I walk along a thin line darling
C F C     Dark shadows follow me
C E F G    Here's where life's dream lies disillusioned
C F C     The edge of reality

C E F G    Oh I can hear strange voices echo
C F C     Laughing with mockery
C E F G    The border line of doom I'm facing
C F C     The edge of reality

C C C     On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
C C F     The girl with the nameless name
C C C     On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
C C E     With fears that I can't explain

C E F G    She drove me to the point of madness
C F C     The brink of misery
C E F G    If she's not real then I'm condemned to
C F C     The edge of reality

C C C     On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
C C F     The girl with the nameless name
C C C     On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
C C E     With fears that I can't explain

C E F G    She drove me to the point of madness
C F C     The brink of misery
C E F G    If she's not real then I'm condemned to
C F C     The edge of reality

Elvis Presley edge of reality

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Maandag 29 oktober 2012

What shall we do with the drunken sailor

What shall we do with the drunken sailor

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Am G What shall we do with a drunken sailor ? (3x)
E Am Early in the morning
Am G Hurray, and up she rises (3x)
E G Early in the morning

Am G Put him in a long boot untill he's sober(3x)
E Am Early in the morning

Am G Hoist to the ball with a running bowline (3x)
E Am Early in the morning yep

Am G Put him in the marine untill he's sober (3x)
E Am Early in the morning
Am G Hurray, and up she rises (3x)
E Am Early in the morning

Am G What shall we do with a drunken sailor ? (3x)
E Am Early in the morning
Am G Hurray, and up she rises (3x)
E Am Early in the morning

Am G Hoist to the ball with a running bowline (3x)
E Am Early in the morning
E Am Early in the morning

Pull out the plug and wet him all over,
Take 'im and shake 'im, try an' wake 'im.
Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end.
Give 'im a dose of salt and water.
Stick on 'is back a mustard plaster.
Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him.
Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts flippers.
Put him in the guard room till he's sober.
Put him in bed with the captain's daughter.
Take the Baby and call it Bo'sun.
Turn him over and drive him windward.
Put him in the scuffs until the horse bites on him.

ferre grignard chords akkoorden drunken sailor

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Zaterdag 27 oktober 2012

Old Lang Syne :: Poem

Old Lang Syne Robert Burns

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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?

CHORUS:

For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie's a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne ?

CHORUS:

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !
and surely I’ll buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine ;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine^† ;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.

CHORUS

And there’s a hand my trusty friend !
And give us a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

old lang syne scottish pronunciation

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Dinsdag 23 oktober 2012

The Dark Island :: Traditional

The Dark Island.

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Dm Am F C     Away to the Westward I'm longing to be
C Am C G        Where the beauties of heaven unfold by the sea
Dm Am F C     Where the sweet purple heather runs fragrant and free
C G7 C            On a hill top high above the Dark Island.

Chorus:
C F C                   Oh Isle of my childhood I'm dreaming of thee
Am C G               As the steamer leaves Oban and passes Tiree
Dm Am F C         Soon I'll capture the magic that lingers for me
G7 C Fmaj7 C     When I'm back once more upon the Dark Island

Chorus

Dm Am F C      So gentle the sea breeze that ripples the bay
C Am C G         Where the stream joins the ocean, and young children play
Dm Am F C       On the strand of pure silver, I'll welcome each day
C G7 C              And I'll roam forever more the Dark Island

Chorus

Dm Am F C     True gem of the Hebrides bathed in the light
C Am C G        Of the midsummer dawning that follows the night
Dm Am F C     How I yearn for the cries of the seagulls in flight
C G7 C            As they circle high above the dark island

Chorus

The dark Isle

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Donderdag 11 oktober 2012

Flower of Scotland
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FLOWER OF SCOTLAND


G G D G Oh Flower of Scotland, When will we see your like again
C G D G That fought and died for, Your wee bit, hill and glen
C G C G And stood against him, Proud Edward's army
C G    And sent him homeward, F D G Tae think again

G G D G The hills are bare now, And autumn leaves lie thick and still
C G D G O'er land is lost now, Which those so, dearly held
C G C G And stood against him, Proud Edward's army
C G    And sent him homeward, F D G Tae think again

G G D G Those days are passed now, And in the past they must remain
C G D G But we can still rise now, And be the nation again
C G C G That stood against him, Proud Edward's army
C G    And sent him homeward, F D G Tae think again

G G D G The hills are bare now, And autumn leaves lie thick and still
C G D G O'er land is lost now, Which those so, dearly held
G G D G Oh Flower of Scotland, When will we see your like again
C G D G That fought and died for, Your wee bit, hill and glen
C G C G And stood against him, Proud Edward's army
C G    And sent him homeward, F D G Tae think again

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Woensdag 10 oktober 2012

The Star of the County Down

Star Of The County Down

Demo door pw : klik hier

        Em                     G      D         G       Em   D
Near to Banbridge town, in the County Down, one morning last July
       Em                  G          D          G             C      D Em
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by
    G                       Am                    G            Em        D
She looked so neat from her two white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair
         Em                  G        D            Em         C   D    Em
Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself, to make sure I was standing there

CHORUS:
         G                Am                  G         Em     D
    From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
        Em                     G          D         Em     C   D Em
    No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in County Down

As she onward sped, sure I shook my head and I gazed with a feeling quare (rare)
And I said, says I to a passer-by, who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?
He smiled at me and with pride says he, that's the gem of Irelands crown
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, she's the star of the County Down

CHORUS:

She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly and a smile like the rose in June
And you held each note from her lily-white throat, as she lilted an Irish tune
At the pattern dance you were in trance as she tripped through a jig or reel
When her eyes she'd roll, she would lift soul as your heart she would likely steal

CHORUS:

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there and I'll dress my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shon bright and my hat cocked right for a smile from the nut-brown Rose
No pipe I smoke, no horse I'll yoke, let my plough with the rust turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down

CHORUS:

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