GENESIS: "THE LAMB LIES DOWN ON BROADWAY"

Desmitificada y al alcance de cualquier rascador. C11+ sería añadiendo F#, ya sea en la 4ª como en la 1ª:


|B - Bm7| 

... and the |F#| lamb lies |G4| down on |C| Broadway

|C| Early morning Manhattan, ocean wind blows on the land
|Em| The Movie Palace is now undone
The |F| all-night watchmen have had their fun
|Em| Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show
It's the |F| same old ending, time to go, get |C| out! |C11+| 

......It |B| seems they cannot leave their dream, 
......There's |Bm7| something moving in the sidewalk steam
......And the |F#| lamb lies |G4| down on |C| Broadway

|C| Nightime's flyers feel their pains, drugstore takes down the chains
|Em| Metal motion comes in bursts
But the |F| gas station can quench that thirst
Sus-|Em| pension cracked on unmade road
The |F| trucker's eyes read overload
|C| And out of the |C11+| subway

......|B| Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid, 
......|Bm7| Exits into daylight, spraygun hid
......And the |F#| lamb lies |G4| down on |C| Broadway

............The |Fmaj7| lamb seems right out of place
............Yet the |Cmaj7| Broadway street scene finds a |Fmaj7| focus in its face
............|Dm6| Somehow it's lying there, brings a |A| stillness to the air
............Though |Am| ma--|Dm|--an-made |Am| light |Dm| 
............At |Am| night is |Dm| very |Am| bright |Dm| 
............There's |Bbmaj7| no whitewash victim
............As the |Fmaj7| neons dim, to the coat of |C| white |C11+| 

......|B| Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid, 
......|Bm7| Wipes his gun, he's forgotten what he did
......And the |F#| lamb lies |G4| down on |C| Broadway

|C| Suzanne tired her work all done, thinks money, honey, be on, neon
|Em| Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the |F| sawdust king spits out his scorn
|Em| Wonder women draw your blind
|F| Don't look at me, I'm not your kind, I'm |C| Rael |C11+|

......|B| Something inside me has just begun
......|Bm7| Lord knows what I have done
......And the |F#| lamb lies |G4| down on |C| Broadway
......On Broadway

ABBA "MY LOVE, MY LIFE"

G#dim es xx0101

|C| I've seen it on your |G| face |G7| 
|C| Tells me more than any 
|F| worn-out |D| old |G| phrase 
|G#dim| So |Am| now |D7| we'll go separate |G| ways |Em| 
|Am| Never a-|D7| gain we |G| two |Em| 
|Am| Never a-|Am/G| gain, nothing |D/F#| I can
|G| do |G7 - G6| 

......Like an |G/F| image |G/E| passing |G/D| by,  
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......In the |F| mirror |D/F#| of your |G| eyes, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......I can see it all so |D/F#| clearly 
......Answer me sin-|G| cerely |Em| 
......|Am| Was it a |D/F#| dream, a |G| lie? 

......Like re-|G/F| flections |G/E| of your |G/D| mind, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......Are the |F| words you |D/F#| try to |G| find, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......But I know I don't pos-|F| sess you 
......So |G| go away, God |C| bless you 
......You are still my |F| love and |E| my |Am| life 
......|F| Still my one and |C| only 

|C| I've watched you look |G/B| away |G7/B| 
|C| Tell me is it really |F| so hard |D| to |G| say 
|G#dim| Oh |Am| this has |D7/F#| been my longest |G| day |Em| 
|Am| Sitting here |D| close to |G| you |Em| 
|Am| Knowing that |Am/G| maybe to-|D/F#| night we're 
|G| through |G7 - G6| 

......Like an |G/F| image |G/E| passing |G/D| by, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......In the |F| mirror |D/F#| of your |G| eyes, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......I can |C| see it all so |D/F#| clearly 
......Answer me sin-|G| cerely |Em| 
......|Am| Was it a |D/F#| dream, a |G| lie? 

......Like re-|G/F| flections |G/E| of your |G/D| mind, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......Are the |F| words you |D/F#| try to |G| find, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......But I |C| know I don't pos-|F| sess you 
......So |G| go away, God |C| bless you 
......You are still my |F| love and |E| my |Am| life 
......Yes, I |C| know I don't pos-|F| sess you 
......So |G| go away, God |C| bless you 
......|C/E| You are still my |F| love and |E| my |Am| life 
......|F| Still my one and |C| only

SINATRA: "MISTY"

Una del cancionero clásico americano, para variar. Muy cantable, no asustarse por la sinatreidad del asunto, si no se asustó Bob Dylan vos también podés, pibe. El final medio que lo inventé. 

Dmaj7/9: xx0220
Faug: xx3221
Eaug: xx2110
Ebdim: xx1212


Look at me |Dmaj7/9| 
I'm as |Am7| helpless as a |D7| kitten up a |Gmaj7| tree
And I feel like I'm |Gm7| clinging to a |C7| cloud, 
I |Dmaj7| can't under-|Bm7| stand
I get |Em7| misty
Just |A7| holding your |F#m7| hand |B7 - Em7 - A7| 

Walk my way |Dmaj7/9| 
And a |Am7| thousand vio-|D7| lins begin to |Gmaj7| play
Or it might be the |Gm7| sound of your |C7| hello, 
The |Dmaj7| music I |Bm7| hear
I get |Em7| misty
The |A7| moment you're |D| near |Faug - Eaug - D| 

......You could say |Bm| that you're |Am7| Leading me on |Am7 - Bbm7 - Bm7 - Cm7| 
......But it's |Ebdim| just what I |Gmaj7| want you to do
......Don't you notice how |G#m7| hopelessly I'm |G#m7| lost |Am7 - Bbm7 - Bm7| 
......That's why I'm |E7| following |A| you |A7| 

On my own |Dmaj7/9| 
Would I |Am7| wander through this |D7| wonderland a-|Gmaj7| lone
Never knowing my |Gm7| right foot from my |C7| left, 
My |Dmaj7| hat and my |Bm7| glove
I'm too |Em7| misty
And |A7| too much in |D| love |Gm7 - C7 - D|