Field Commander Cohen Leonard Cohen
Date: Sat, 3 Jan 1998 20:16:24 -0700 (MST)
From: T Dymarz
Subject: CRD:c/cohen_leonard/field_commander_cohen.crd
tabbed by Tullia Dymarz tdymarz@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca
Instructions: CAPO 5
strum each of the x's
(*) indicates the chord should be played in this manner:
[Am] [Dm]
e-----0---0--|-----1---1---| b-----1---1--|-----3---3---| g---2---2---2|---2---2---2-| d------------|-0-----------| a-0----------|-------------| E------------|-------------|
Field Commander Cohen - New Skin for the Old Ceremony
C x x x x x x x
C x x x x x x x G x x x Bb x x x
Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy.
F x x x x x x x
Wounded in the line of duty,
Dm x x x x x x x C x x x Gm x x x
parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties,
Bb x x x x x x x F x x x Cm x x x
urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles.
Bb x x x Dm
Leave it all and like a man,
come [Bb]back to nothing [Dm]special,
*Am *Am
such as waiting rooms and ticket lines,
*Dm *Am
silver bullet suicides,
*Dm *Am
and messianic ocean tides,
*Dm *Am
and racial roller-coaster rides
*Bb *A
and other forms of boredom advertised as poetry.
E E E E (just the bottom note)
[Bm] I know you need your s[D]leep now,
I know your life's been[A] hard.
[Bm] But many men are f[D]alling,
where you pr[A]omised to stand guard.
C x x x x x x x x x G x x x Bb x x x
I never asked but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor.
F x x x x x x x
But then I overheard your prayer,
Dm x x x x x x x
that you be this and nothing more
C x x x Gm x x x Bb x x x
than just some grateful faithful woman's favourite singing
x x x x
millionaire,
F x x x Cm x x x Bb x x x Dm
the patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair,
[E]working for the Yankee D[A]ollar.
[E] [E] [E] [E]
[Bm]I know you need your sleep now ...
C x x x x x x x G x x x Bb x x x
Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you are,
F x x x x x x x Dm x x x x x x x
and be your sweetest self awhile until I ask for more, my child.
C x x x Gm x x x Bb x x x x x x x
Then let the other selves be wrong, yeah, let them manifest and come
F x x x Cm x x x
till every taste is on the tongue,
Bb x x x Dm x x x
till love is pierced and love is hung,
Bb x x x Dm x x x
and every kind of freedom done, then
*Am *F *Am *F *Am *F
oh my love, oh my love, oh my love,...
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