Dirge
Bob DylanVersion1
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I hate myself for lovin' you And the weakness that I showed ...
You were just a painted face On a trip down Suicide Road.
The stage was set, the lights went out All around the old hotel
I hate myself for lovin' you And I'm glad the curtain fell.
I hate that foolish game we played And the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to me Whoever would have guessed
I went out on Lower Broadway And I felt that place within
That hollow place where martyrs weep And angels play with sin
Heard your songs of freedom And man forever stripped
Acting out his folly While his back is being whipped
Like a slave in orbit He's beaten 'til he's tame
All for a moment's glory And it's dirty, rotten shame
There are those who worship loneliness I'm not one of them
In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem
The crystal ball up on the wall Hasn't shown me nothing yet
I've paid the price of solitude But at least I'm out of debt
Can't recall a useful thing You ever did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one time When I was on my knees
We stared into each other's eyes 'Til one of us would break
No use to apologize What diff'rence would it make
So sing your praise of progress And of the Doom Machine
The naked truth is still tabu Whenever it can be seen
Lady Luck who shines on me Will tell you where I'm at
I hate myself for lovin' you But I should get over that
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Readable chord sheet for Dirge by Bob Dylan
[Gm] [Cm] [Gm] [Cm] [Dm]I hate myself for lovin' [Gm]you [Dm]And the weakness that I showed [Gm]... [Dm]You were just a [Gm]painted face On a trip [Dm]down Suicide Road[Am]. [Bb]The stage was set, the [Dm]lights went out All arou[Gm]nd the old hotel [Bb]I hate myself for lovin' [Eb]you And I'm gl[Bb]ad the cu[Cm]rtain fell[Gm]. [Dm]I hate that foolish [Gm]game we played [Dm]And the need that was [Gm]expressed [Dm]And the mercy that you [Gm]showed to me [Dm]Whoever would have [Am]guessed [Bb]I went out on Lower [Dm]Broadway And I [Gm]felt that place within That [Bb]hollow place where [Eb]martyrs weep And [Bb]angels [Cm]play with [Gm]sin [Dm]Heard your songs of [Gm]freedom [Dm]And man forever [Gm]stripped [Dm]Acting out his [Gm]folly While his [Dm]back is being [Am]whipped [Bb]Like a slave in [Dm]orbit He's [Gm]beaten 'til he's tame [Bb]All for a moment's [Eb]glory And it's [Bb]dirty, [Cm]rotten [Gm]shame [Dm]There are those who worship [Gm]loneliness [Dm]I'm not one of [Gm]them [Dm]In this age of [Gm]fiberglass [Dm]I'm searching for a [Am]gem [Bb]The crystal ball up on the [Dm]wall Hasn't [Gm]shown me nothing yet [Bb]I've paid the price of [Eb]solitude But at [Bb]least I'm [Cm]out of [Gm]debt [Dm]Can't recall a [Gm]useful thing [Dm]You ever did for [Gm]me [Dm]'Cept pat me on the [Gm]back one time [Dm]When I was on my [Am]knees [Bb]We stared into each other's [Dm]eyes 'Til [Gm]one of us would break [Bb]No use to [Eb]apologize What [Bb]diff'rence [Cm]would it [Gm]make [Dm]So sing your praise of [Gm]progress And [Dm]of the Doom [Gm]Machine [Dm]The naked truth is [Gm]still tabu [Dm]Whenever it can be [Am]seen [Bb]Lady Luck who [Dm]shines on me Will [Gm]tell you where I'm at [Bb]I hate myself for [Eb]lovin' you But I [Bb]should get [Cm]over [Gm]that