The Tame The Half-born
Ron HawkinsVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
x2
NOTE: When playing Am in the intro, start off with the B string open and
then hammer on the 1st fret for the same sound that Ron has.
If Carolyn called me up today I'd hang up the phone and walk away
It's not that I don't care anymore but time changes locks on a lot of
doors
And I know what you're thinking and it's true
Sometimes there is nothing you can do
But there's a time that I recall a purple street in Lisbon
She was speaking dreams to me and I thought I was listening
But I was fifteen yards away before I felt the distance
She cried in Augusta street and stared into the windows
And I know what she's thinking and it's true
Sometimes there is nothing she can do
Carolyn is tamed...
All those years and all those tears
Cuddling her insecure
And shaking like a child and feeling helpless
But maybe I share the blame
Peter has a fan club he's a whiskey hating Christian
And he's in love with everyone as long as they keep listening
And there's a hole in my old faith where he belongs
But, the whole of me has never been that strong
Peter is half-born...
With one foot in and one foot out
A princess on a barstool
Anarcho- Commun- Liberat- ingratiating stranger to me now
Close friends and passerby love affairs and suicides
Sex and drugs and crash n' burn decisions politics and prostitute
religions
Fucking at the movies or fighting in the street
Christopher's a scapegoat cause he lives like a poem
And they want explanations but I just want to know him
Not for what he claims to be or what they say he isn't
Just because he's got the balls to make his own decisions
And sometimes the pain he's feeling is so real
Sometimes that is all I need to feel
Christopher is wild...
With fire-escape guitar afflictions
Different lives but shared addictions
Late night taxi, Frank Black happy birthdays
And blood-pact butchers knives
Amsterdam, the sex museums and the New York City subway
Vancouver in November, and Montreal on Monday
We'll get a fix in Union Square we'll drop at C.B.G.B.'s
And if we can't find salvation there, we'll stay home and watch the t.v.
And I'll be your disciple if you'll be mine
And we'll make love in the moaning summertime
Cause you are beautiful...
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Readable chord sheet for The Tame The Half-born by Ron Hawkins
[G] [Am] [Em]
[C] x2
NOTE: When playing Am in the intro, start off with the B string open and
then hammer on the 1st fret for the same sound that Ron has.
I[G]f Carolyn called m[Am]e up today I'd[Em] hang up the phone and [C]walk away
I[G]t's not that I don't ca[Am]re anymore but time[C] changes locks on a lot [D]of
doors
A[Em]nd I know what you're[F] thinking and it's[Am] true [D]
S[Em]ometimes there is no[F]thing you can do [Am] [D]
B[G]ut there's a time tha[Am]t I recall a [Em]purple street in [C]Lisbon
S[G]he was speaking dr[Am]eams to me and I t[C]hought I was list[D]ening
B[G]ut I was fiftee[Am]n yards away [Em]before I felt the [C]distance
S[G]he cried in Au[Am]gusta street and sta[C]red into the wind[D]ows
A[Em]nd I know what she'[F]s thinking and it's[Am] true [D]
S[Em]ometimes there is no[F]thing she can do [Am] [D]
C[C]arol[G]yn is tam[Am]ed...
All those years and all those tears
Cuddling her insecure
And shaking like a child and feeling helpless
But maybe I share the blame
P[G]eter has a fa[Am]n club he's a whi[Em]skey hating Chri[C]stian
A[G]nd he's in love wit[Am]h everyone as[C] long as they keep [D]listening
A[Em]nd there's a hol[F]e in my old faith[Am] where [D]he belongs
B[Em]ut, the whole of [F]me has never been [Am]that st[D]rong
P[C]eter is[G] half-bor[Am]n...
With one foot in and one foot out
A princess on a barstool
Anarcho- Commun- Liberat- ingratiating stranger to me now
[G] [D] [F] [Em]
[G] [D] [F] [Em]
C[G]lose fr[D]iends and pas[F]serby l[Em]ove [G]affairs[D] and suicide[F]s [Em]
S[Am]ex and drugs and cr[C]ash n' burn dec[D]isions poli[Am]tics and prost[C]itute [D]
religions
F[Am]ucking at the mo[C]vies or fig[F]hting in the stree[Em]t [C]
C[G]hristopher's a sc[Am]apegoat cause he [Em]lives like a poem[C]
A[G]nd they want exp[Am]lanations but[C] I just want to [D]know him
N[G]ot for what he cla[Am]ims to be or wha[Em]t they say he isn'[C]t
J[G]ust because he's go[Am]t the balls to mak[Em]e his own deci[D]sions
A[Em]nd sometimes the pain he'[F]s feeling is so [Am]real [D]
S[Em]ometimes that is al[F]l I need to fee[Am]l [D]
C[C]hristoph[G]er is wil[Am]d...
With fire-escape guitar afflictions
Different lives but shared addictions
Late night taxi, Frank Black happy birthdays
And blood-pact butchers knives
A[G]msterdam, the sex mu[Am]seums and the New[Em] York City subw[C]ay
V[G]ancouver in N[Am]ovember, and [C]Montreal on M[D]onday
W[G]e'll get a fix[Am] in Union Square we'[Em]ll drop at C.[C]B.G.B.'s
A[G]nd if we can't [Am]find salvation there, we'll s[C]tay home and watch t[D]he t.v.
A[Em]nd I'll be your di[F]sciple if you'll be min[Am]e [D]
A[Em]nd we'll make love[F] in the moaning[Am] summertime
C[C]ause you [G]are bea[Am]utiful...
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