| G | C | |
| The memories of a man in his | old age |
| D G* (then intro bit) |
| Are the deeds of a man in his prime. |
| G | C | |
| You shuffle in gloom of the | sickroom |
| D G* (then intro bit twice) |
| And talk to yourself till you die. |
| * don't forget about distored guitar hitting a G5 here...* |
| That's it musically for all the verses. The interlude section is just: |
| |B " " "| " " G A | (repeat many times: add solo with much art. harmonics...) |
| |G ' ' '| G ' C D | |
| And that is it, at least as far as I am concerned. Perhaps someone else |
| could give some pointers as how to attack the solos. The rest of the |
| verses are: |
| Life is a short, warm moment |
| And death is a long cold rest. |
| You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye |
| Eighty years, with luck, or even less. |
| So all aboard for the American tour, |
| And maybe you'll make it to the top. |
| And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know |
| You may find it hard to get off. |
| You are the angel of death |
| And I am the dead man's son |
| And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole. |
| And everyone is still in the run. |
| And who is the master of fox hounds? |
| And who says the hunt has begun? |
| And who calls the tune in the courtroom? |
| And who beats the funeral drum? |
| The memories of a man in his old age |
| Are the deeds of a man in his prime. |
| You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom |
| And talk to yourself till you die. |
| -Josh Ronsen |
| ronsen@gargoyle.uchicago.edu |