Bob Dylan - Dirge - аккорды и текст песни

 Gm   Cm   Gm   Cm
 Dm                       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                     Dm                       Gm
 The stage was set, the lights went out  All around the old hotel
 Bb                       Eb             Bb       Cm        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                  Dm              Gm
 I went out on Lower Broadway  And I felt that place within
      Bb                 Eb                Bb     Cm        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                 Eb              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
 Dm             Gm          Dm                  Am
 In this age of fiberglass  I'm searching for a gem
 Bb                         Dm           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            Dm                 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

Понравилась песня "Dirge" ?

Поделись с друзьями:

Привет, гитарист!

Пройди супер-курс по гитаре и порази всех своей игрой!

Забрать курс!