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When The Poet Sings chords

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In the verse he always repeats C and Am like this:

Strumming:
        C                                  Am
        v  ^  ^  v  ^     v  ^     v  ^     v  ^  ^  v  ^     v  ^     v  ^
e|------0--0--0--0--0-----0--0-----0--0-----0--0--0--0--0-----0--0-----0--0---|
B|------1--1--1--1--1-----1--1-----1--1-----1--1--1--1--1-----1--1-----1--1---|
G|------0--0--0--0--0-----0--0-----0--0-----2--2--2--2--2-----2--2-----2--2---|
D|------2--2--2--2--2-----2--2-----2--2-----2--2--2--2--2-----2--2-----2--2---|
A|--3---3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--2--3--3--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--2--0--0---|
E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------|

He often hammers on the D String when changing to the C and somtimes plays  this little variation:

    Am
e|---------------------|
B|---------------------|
G|---------------------|
D|-----------0---------|
A|--0--3--2-----0------|
E|---------------------|


[Verse]
 C                                Am
upon the autumn streets when the city is away
C                           Am
on some lonesome quest for winter
C                           Am
the man who sings his poems unravels his display
C                             Am
and the neon spectrums turn to splinters
C                           Am
and the nights are cold sometimes, but never for his pages
             C                  Am
they don't sway against this wilderof the stage
C                           Am
and the ageless battle cries I unearthed from my eyes
             C                               Am
no longer writhe because the singing poet is wise


[Chorus] 
   F                                G
they said that love of mine won't wither
               Em                          G
that time will bring a treasure trove of things
 F                               G
and the shadows now are just a sliver
               Em
but still it stings
                F
but it doesn't matter
                C
when the poet sings


[Verse]
C                           Am
under the smoky chimes of roll up cigarettes and rhymes
C                           Am
beneath the ponds of makeshift filters
C                                  Am
he told me that my sorries were really not worth their weight sometimes
            C                Am
and it was best to let them wither
C                              Am
and though I've sung and rung those bells of innocence undone
          C          Am
with the side of the sun
C                           Am
but within his song I sail amongst the sounds where sunlight fell
C                  Am             
when my experience begun
C                         Am                                C
and when I'm weather-worn the virtues of my mind have torn away
C                         Am
and no such sounds won't stray


[Chorus]
   F                                G
and if I keep my sorries they'll not wither
               Em                          G
and time will bring a treasure trove of things
 F                               G
and the shadows now are just a sliver
               Em
but still it stings
                 F
but it doesn't matter
               C
when the poet sings


[Verse]
C                                  Am
and when this drifting debutante Madonna's come of age
C                           Am
and her days of youth are over
C                                     Am                               C
she and I will both surmise that the poet's song will brush aside this man
                      Am
just as the infant's sorrows hold her
C                                           Am
and on the day that I am slayed and by the colors of my mind betrayed
C                     Am
on the silence of the stage
C                                  Am
the poet's song will set apart and turn to flames my weary rungs
C                        Am
and set my phenomenons ablaze


[Chorus]
   F                                G
he said my charming death would wither
                Em                          G
and time would bring a treasure trove of things
 F                               G
and the shadows now are just a sliver
               Em
but still it stings
                F
but it doesn't matter
               C
when the poet sings

            
            
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