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Washington Square

Gene Clark
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
On  her biggest wall,  she hung  Warhol
 And wishes  she had  never used
 The last  magazine,  in which she  was seen
 Was sold  to the self  abused
This  lovely one  holds an empty gun
 And swears  it was done on a dare
Her  only fear,  is that her  career,
 Has been damaged  beyond repair
 Intro
 Down on Washington Square
 The summer breeze, blows the shades off the window
 As she stares out on to Seventh Avenue
 She sees a rastafarian, out on the corner,
 Trying to sell his point of view
 Without affection, she tells her connection,
 "I need a fix this just isn't fair"
 And he takes a walk, around the block,
 And disappears into thin air
 Into Washington Square
 I sit here all alone
Wondering  when they will come
 She reads every page of Vogue Magazine,
 Studies every single look
 She came on the scene, behind amphetamines,
 And left before they finished the book
 Mirror, mirror, on the wall
 Does this mean that you no longer care?
 You used to tell her that she was the one
 But now that you're no longer here
 She stands and stares out on Washington Square
Doesn't  anybody understand she needs  someone,
Blown  away in the loft, late at night into  oblivion,
 She found her bag of troubles and tricks
 Down on Commerce Avenue
 All the muggers, all the whores and the thieves
 Told her, all of her dreams would come true
 "Jeanine" they said, "she set her old man free,
 Down at the Chelsea, just before he disappeared"
 She takes a walk, around the block
 And picks up a few volunteers
 And takes a stand out on Washington Square.
 I saw an art show I saw Jaco Pastorius
 Walking across the street
 He was mumbling mumbling something about
 Someone that he had to meet
 It was that lovely one with an empty gun
 Who did it on a dare
 Came on the scene wearing tennis shoes and jeans
 And vanished into thin air she disappeared
 It's the new sound of thunder
 It's not purple rain
 It's the new southern California
 And New York City again.

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Readable chord sheet for Washington Square by Gene Clark

[F#m]  [Bm]  [A]  [F#m]

[F#m]On her biggest [Bm]wall, she [F#m]hung War[Bm]hol
And [F#m]wishes she [Bm]had never [F#m]used    [Bm]
The l[F#m]ast maga[Bm]zine, in which [F#m]she was [Bm]seen
Was [F#m]sold to the [Bm]self a[F#m]bused   [Bm]

[A]This lovely [E]one holds an [Bm]empty [F#m]gun
And [D]swears it was done on a [Bm]dare
[A]Her only [E]fear, is that [Bm]her ca[F#m]reer,
Has been [D]damaged beyond re[Bm]pair
[B]                  Intro
Down on Washington Square

The summer breeze, blows the shades off the window
As she stares out on to Seventh Avenue
She sees a rastafarian, out on the corner,
Trying to sell his point of view

Without affection, she tells her connection,
"I need a fix this just isn't fair"
And he takes a walk, around the block,
And disappears into thin air
Into Washington Square

[E]   I sit here all a[F#m]lone   [E]
[F#]Wondering when they will come

She reads every page of Vogue Magazine,
Studies every single look
She came on the scene, behind amphetamines,
And left before they finished the book

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Does this mean that you no longer care?
You used to tell her that she was the one
But now that you're no longer here
She stands and stares out on Washington Square

[E]Doesn't anybody understand she [F#]needs someone,
[E]Blown away in the loft, late at night [F#]into oblivion,

She found her bag of troubles and tricks
Down on Commerce Avenue
All the muggers, all the whores and the thieves
Told her, all of her dreams would come true

"Jeanine" they said, "she set her old man free,
Down at the Chelsea, just before he disappeared"
She takes a walk, around the block
And picks up a few volunteers
And takes a stand out on Washington Square.

I saw an art show I saw Jaco Pastorius
Walking across the street
He was mumbling mumbling something about
Someone that he had to meet

It was that lovely one with an empty gun
Who did it on a dare
Came on the scene wearing tennis shoes and jeans
And vanished into thin air she disappeared

It's the new sound of thunder
It's not purple rain
It's the new southern California
And New York City again.

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