From: [email protected] (David S. Blumenthal)
Stranger With The Melodies Harry Chapin
As recorded (approximately 🙂 ) on Legends of the Lost and Found
Information:
TAB: one space equals one eigth note
Main pattern repeats through out song (note variations at end of choruses):
D D/G D/E D/A
E|—-3—|2—0—|—-3—|2—0—|—-3—|2—0—|—-3—|2—0—|
B|—3—3-|—2—3-|—3—3-|—2—3-|—3—3-|—2—3-|—3—3-|—2—3-|
G|-2-2-2-2|-3-3-2-2|-2-2-2-2|-3-3-2-2|-2-2-2-2|-3-3-2-2|-2-2-2-2|-3-3-2-2|
D|0——-|———|———|———|———|———|———|———|
A|———|———|———|———|———|———|0——-|———|
E|———|———|3——-|—-(2)-|0——-|———|———|———|
End of verse progression:
A A7 A6 A
E A D G B e E A D G B e E A D G B e E A D G B e
O-o——-o o-o——— o-o——— o-o——-o
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| | 2 2 2 | | | 2 2 2 | | | 2 2 2 2 | | 2 2 2 |
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Other verse pattern (I don’t know the pick pattern, so I just strum these):
Bm F Am Em
F Em G A A7 A6 A
Last chord:
D (final)
E A D G B e
X o o
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INTRO:
D D/G D/E D/A
D D/G D/E D/A
D
It was my first night in that roomin’ house,
D/G
In the last room down the hall.
D/E
I heard a hoarse voice, and an old guitar,
D/A
Comin’ through the paper thin walls.
D
A crazy nonsense nursery rhyme,
D/G
It did not mean a thing.
D/E
But for the first of what was to be a thousand times,
D/A
This is what I heard him sing.
CHORUS:
D
Hold that «D» chord on the old guitar,
D/G
’till I find the «G.»
D/E
Drop it down to old «E» minor,
D/A D D/A
’till the «A» chord rolls back home around to «D.»
D D/G
I had to lay there listening, it seemed he was in the room.
D/E D/A
The stranger with the melodies, singin’ there in the gloom.
Bm F
And he repeated it over and over again, such a soft and sinking sound.
Am Em
It was kind of like a music box that was slowly windin’ down.
F Em
And he sang it, he hummed it, he whistled it, and he strummed it.
G A A A7 A6
He laughed it, and he cried it. He did anything but hide it.
CHORUS:
A D
Hold that «D» chord on the old guitar,
D/G
’till I find the «G.»
D/E
Drop it down to old «E» minor,
D/A D D/A
’till the «A» chord rolls back home around to me.
D D/G
So I lay there in that lumpy bed, counted choruses instead of sheep,
D/E D/A
’till I banged on the wall and out I called, «Hey bub, I need some sleep.»
(D) (stop pattern, just base) (G)
A sudden void of silence, then I heard that hoarse voice say,
(E) (A) D (resume pattern) D/A
«It weren’t so long ago, boy, they paid me to play.
D D/G
So I said, «It’s kind of late for music, sir. Two hours ’till it’s daylight.»
D/E D/A
He answered, «I need my music most in these dark hours of the night.
Bm F
You see I’ve tried gettin’ high on somethin’, son; it only brings me down.
Am Em
Stayin’ dry don’t work out better, boy, ’cause my eyes get wet and I drown.
F Em
Won’t you please let me continue, and I’ll be in your debt.
G A A A7 A6
You see I’m not singin’ to remember, son. I’m just singin’ to forget.
CHORUS:
A D
Hold that «D» chord on the old guitar,
D/G
’till I find the «G.»
D/E
Drop it down to old «E» minor,
D/A D D(strum) D(strum) A
’till the «A» chord rolls back home around to me.
C G
That’s when I said, if I’m supposed to listen to you, sir,
C G
One quick question, then.
F C A
Why in the hell do you sing one song, over and over again?
(spoken) And this is what he said.
D D D D/G
I gave her the music, son. She gave me the words.
D/E D/A
Together we’d write the kinds of songs the angels must have heard.
D D/G
Of course, we’d fight like cats and dogs; life ain’t no rosebud dream.
D/E D/A
Still, where ever we’d go, everybody’d know, we were truly a team.
D D/G
I can’t remember now if I’d done her wrong, or if she’d done wrong to me.
D/E D/A
Still, all I know is when I let her go, it did not set me free.
Bm
That’s when I said, «You sound like what’s-his-name.»
F
He said, «That’s who I am.
Am
But you can’t wrap a name around you boy,
Em
’cause it really don’t mean a damn.
F Em
You see, a song don’t have no meanin’, when it don’t have nothin’ to say.
G A A A7 A6 A
What she could do was magic, son. All I can do is play.
D
He started singin’ again, that’s when I drifted off,
D/G
And maybe I’d dreamed what I’d heard,
D/E
About the stranger with the melodies,
D/A
Who’d gone and lost the words.
CHORUS:
D
Hold that «D» chord on the old guitar,
D/G
’till I find the «G.»
D/E
Drop it down to old «E» minor,
D/A D D(final)
’till the «A» chord rolls back home around to «D.»
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