For The Roses – Joni Mitchell
Nghệ sĩ: Joni Mitchell
Hợp Âm Chuẩn
For the Roses- Joni Mitchell
Tabbed by Robin Young
*CAPO 3*
Tuning: GGDGBD (after addition of capo)
Chords:
: X22010
: 00504X
: 00654X
: 005050
Open G: 000000
/: 00404X
G6b5: 00505X
Gm7sus4: 000646
Intro:
Pattern 1
D ---------
B ---------
G ---------
D -------0-
G -0-6-8---
G ---------
– – G6b5 – – /
Open – – Open
Pattern 1
I heard it in the wind last night
It sounded like ap-plause
Did you get a round resounding
Open G C/G – Open G - Pattern 1
For you way up here?
Seems like many dim years ago
Since I heard that face to face or
Seen you face to face
Though tonight I can feel you here
Pattern 1 Gm7sus4
I get these notes on butterflies and
Lilac sprays from girls who just have to
Tell me they saw you some-where
– (3x)
– /
In some office sits a poet
And he trembles as he sings
And he asks some guy
To circulate his soul around
On your mark red ribbon runner
The caressing rev of motors
Finely tuned like fancy women
In thirties evening gowns
Up the charts, off to the airport
Your name’s in the news
Everything’s first class
The lights go down, and
It’s just you up there
Getting them to feel like that
Remember the days when you used to sit
And make up your tunes for love
And pour your simple sorrow
To the soundhole and your knee
And now you’re seen on giant screens
And at parties for the press
And for people who have slices of you
From the company
They toss around your latest golden egg
Speculation- well, who’s to know
If the next one in the nest
Will glitter for them so
I guess I seem ungrateful
With my teeth sunk in the hand
That brings me things
I really can’t give up just yet
Now I sit up here, the critic
And they introduce some band
But they seem so much confetti
Looking at them from my TV set
Oh, the power and the glory
Just when you’re getting a taste for worship
They start bringing out the hammers
And the boards and the nails
I heard it in the wind last night
It sounded like applause
Chilly now, end of summer
No more shiny hot nights
It was just the arbutus rustling
And the bumping of the logs
And the moon swept down black water
Like an emp- -ty spotlight