Chords for Augie March - 04 - One Crowded Hour - live at the Chapel
Tempo:
76.1 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
Bm
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I wrote quite a long time ago.
I was lucky enough to be looking after a friend's house
in Williamstown, Deborah Conway, who has this wonderful collection of records and books.
And [N] she was away on holiday, so I was looking after her house and taking advantage of all
of that stuff.
And that song was sort of born out of a summer spent in a much better house
than I'll ever live in.
And reading a Neil Davis biography, he's an Australian cameraman.
That's actually the [G#] name of the book, One Cloud At A Hour.
And listening to a lot of
very early Bob Dylan's recordings.
[A]
[Bm] [C#m] [D] [E]
[A] [Bm]
[C#m] [D] [E] [F#]
[D] I'm a crippled, [A] pretty glorified screw, [D] and that doesn't hold [E] nothing together.
Far [A] from these nonsense [B] bars and hidden nowhere [A] music, it's making me [G#] sick.
And I know it's [D] making you [E] sick, there's nothing that's like [D] eating eggs, like drinking gin
[A] with nothing else in.
[D] And that doesn't [C#m] hold me together.
[E] But [A] for one crowded [Bm] hour, you were the [C#m] only one in the [D] room.
Well, [E] I sailed around on [D] those bumps in the night, you'll [A] be caught in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I [G#] found my golden [D] September in the middle of [E] that [F#m] purple June.
But [A] one crowded [Bm] hour would [E] lead to [A] my wrecking ruin.
Now I know you like your boys who take [Bm] their medicine from [C#m] the bowl to their silver [D]
spoon.
Who [E] run away with the days [F#m] and scare [D] the fish by the [A] silver light of the moon.
[C#] Who are taught from the womb [D] to believe to the tune [A] as far as their bleeding [F#m] eyes see.
[A] Is it less a pen meant for [Bm] them, drilled in and rent for them, not for the [A] likes of me.
Not [D] for the likes of [E] you and me.
[A] And for one [Bm] crowded hour, [C#m] you were the only [D] one in the room.
[E] Well, I sailed [F#m] around on those bumps in the [D] night, you'll be caught [A] in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I [D] found my golden [A] September in the [F#m] middle of that purple June.
[A] But one [Bm] crowded hour [D] would lead to my [A] wrecking ruin.
[E] But the green night, the heart beat [C#m] of the summer, [A] [E] she takes into [C#m] her my [A] hand.
[F#m] She says, oh boy, [B] I know you're lying.
[C#m] But [E] there's so much to this I [A] said, oh well.
[Bm] [C#] [D]
[E] [F#m] [D] [A]
[C#] [D] [A] [F#m]
[A] [Bm] [D] [A] Well, put me in a [Bm] cage full of lies, I [A] learned to speak lies.
[D] In fact, I know the [E] language well.
[F#m] I picked it up while [D] I was busting myself [A] in the night.
[Bm] Then freaking hell, [C#m] I'm like a silenced [D] skateboard, quit bleeding.
[E] They took it [F#m] away, the silent [D] display.
They erased [A] it to be a [D] lady.
Now she [E] can't keep her mouth shut.
[A] Oh, one [B] crowded hour, [C#m] you were the only [D] one in the room.
[E] Well, I sailed [F#m] around on those bumps in the [D] night, you'll be [A] caught in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I [D] found my golden [A] September in the middle of that [F#m] purple June.
[A] But one [B] crowded hour [D] would be my [A] wrecking ruin.
Yes, I know one [Bm] crowded hour, you [G#] were the only one [D] in the room.
[E] I played you songs [F#m] on those bumps in the night.
[D] In fact, I played this man, [A] too.
You said, [C#] what is this six [D] million inch momentum, [A]
adolescent loom?
[F#m] And one [Bm] crowded hour [E] would be my wrecking [A] ruin.
Yes, one [Bm] crowded hour [E] would be my wrecking ruin.
Oh, one [Bm] crowded hour would [E] be my [A] wrecking ruin.
[N]
I was lucky enough to be looking after a friend's house
in Williamstown, Deborah Conway, who has this wonderful collection of records and books.
And [N] she was away on holiday, so I was looking after her house and taking advantage of all
of that stuff.
And that song was sort of born out of a summer spent in a much better house
than I'll ever live in.
And reading a Neil Davis biography, he's an Australian cameraman.
That's actually the [G#] name of the book, One Cloud At A Hour.
And listening to a lot of
very early Bob Dylan's recordings.
[A]
[Bm] [C#m] [D] [E]
[A] [Bm]
[C#m] [D] [E] [F#]
[D] I'm a crippled, [A] pretty glorified screw, [D] and that doesn't hold [E] nothing together.
Far [A] from these nonsense [B] bars and hidden nowhere [A] music, it's making me [G#] sick.
And I know it's [D] making you [E] sick, there's nothing that's like [D] eating eggs, like drinking gin
[A] with nothing else in.
[D] And that doesn't [C#m] hold me together.
[E] But [A] for one crowded [Bm] hour, you were the [C#m] only one in the [D] room.
Well, [E] I sailed around on [D] those bumps in the night, you'll [A] be caught in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I [G#] found my golden [D] September in the middle of [E] that [F#m] purple June.
But [A] one crowded [Bm] hour would [E] lead to [A] my wrecking ruin.
Now I know you like your boys who take [Bm] their medicine from [C#m] the bowl to their silver [D]
spoon.
Who [E] run away with the days [F#m] and scare [D] the fish by the [A] silver light of the moon.
[C#] Who are taught from the womb [D] to believe to the tune [A] as far as their bleeding [F#m] eyes see.
[A] Is it less a pen meant for [Bm] them, drilled in and rent for them, not for the [A] likes of me.
Not [D] for the likes of [E] you and me.
[A] And for one [Bm] crowded hour, [C#m] you were the only [D] one in the room.
[E] Well, I sailed [F#m] around on those bumps in the [D] night, you'll be caught [A] in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I [D] found my golden [A] September in the [F#m] middle of that purple June.
[A] But one [Bm] crowded hour [D] would lead to my [A] wrecking ruin.
[E] But the green night, the heart beat [C#m] of the summer, [A] [E] she takes into [C#m] her my [A] hand.
[F#m] She says, oh boy, [B] I know you're lying.
[C#m] But [E] there's so much to this I [A] said, oh well.
[Bm] [C#] [D]
[E] [F#m] [D] [A]
[C#] [D] [A] [F#m]
[A] [Bm] [D] [A] Well, put me in a [Bm] cage full of lies, I [A] learned to speak lies.
[D] In fact, I know the [E] language well.
[F#m] I picked it up while [D] I was busting myself [A] in the night.
[Bm] Then freaking hell, [C#m] I'm like a silenced [D] skateboard, quit bleeding.
[E] They took it [F#m] away, the silent [D] display.
They erased [A] it to be a [D] lady.
Now she [E] can't keep her mouth shut.
[A] Oh, one [B] crowded hour, [C#m] you were the only [D] one in the room.
[E] Well, I sailed [F#m] around on those bumps in the [D] night, you'll be [A] caught in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I [D] found my golden [A] September in the middle of that [F#m] purple June.
[A] But one [B] crowded hour [D] would be my [A] wrecking ruin.
Yes, I know one [Bm] crowded hour, you [G#] were the only one [D] in the room.
[E] I played you songs [F#m] on those bumps in the night.
[D] In fact, I played this man, [A] too.
You said, [C#] what is this six [D] million inch momentum, [A]
adolescent loom?
[F#m] And one [Bm] crowded hour [E] would be my wrecking [A] ruin.
Yes, one [Bm] crowded hour [E] would be my wrecking ruin.
Oh, one [Bm] crowded hour would [E] be my [A] wrecking ruin.
[N]
Key:
A
D
E
Bm
F#m
A
D
E
I wrote quite a long time ago.
I was lucky enough to be looking after a friend's house
in Williamstown, Deborah Conway, who has this wonderful collection of records and books.
And [N] she was away on holiday, so I was looking after her house and taking advantage of all
of that stuff.
And that song was sort of born out of a summer spent in a much better house
than I'll ever live in.
And reading a Neil Davis biography, he's an Australian cameraman.
That's actually the [G#] name of the book, One Cloud At A Hour.
And listening to a lot of
very early Bob Dylan's recordings.
_ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _
_ [D] I'm a crippled, [A] pretty glorified screw, [D] and that doesn't hold [E] nothing together.
_ Far [A] from these nonsense [B] bars and hidden nowhere [A] music, it's making me [G#] sick.
And I know it's [D] making you [E] sick, there's nothing that's like [D] eating eggs, like drinking gin
[A] with nothing else in.
[D] And that doesn't [C#m] hold me together.
[E] _ But [A] for one crowded [Bm] hour, you were the [C#m] only one in the [D] room.
Well, [E] I sailed around on [D] those bumps in the night, you'll [A] be caught in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I [G#] found my golden [D] September in the middle of [E] that [F#m] purple June.
But [A] one crowded [Bm] hour would [E] lead to [A] my wrecking ruin.
Now I know you like your boys who take [Bm] their medicine from [C#m] the bowl to their silver [D]
spoon.
Who [E] run away with the days [F#m] and scare [D] the fish by the [A] silver light of the moon.
[C#] Who are taught from the womb [D] to believe to the tune [A] as far as their bleeding [F#m] eyes see.
[A] Is it less a pen meant for [Bm] them, drilled in and rent for them, not for the [A] likes of me.
Not [D] for the likes of [E] you and _ me.
[A] And for one [Bm] crowded hour, [C#m] you were the only [D] one in the room.
[E] Well, I sailed [F#m] around on those bumps in the [D] night, you'll be caught [A] in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I [D] found my golden [A] September in the [F#m] middle of that purple June.
[A] But one [Bm] crowded hour [D] would lead to my [A] wrecking ruin.
[E] But the green night, the heart beat [C#m] of the summer, [A] _ [E] she takes into [C#m] her my [A] hand.
[F#m] She says, oh boy, [B] I know you're lying.
[C#m] But [E] there's so much to this I [A] said, oh well.
[Bm] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [C#] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ [A] Well, put me in a [Bm] cage full of lies, I [A] learned to speak lies.
[D] In fact, I know the [E] language well.
[F#m] I picked it up while [D] I was busting myself [A] in the night.
[Bm] Then freaking hell, [C#m] I'm like a silenced [D] skateboard, quit bleeding.
[E] They took it [F#m] away, the silent [D] display.
They erased [A] it to be a [D] lady.
Now she [E] can't keep her mouth shut.
[A] Oh, one [B] crowded hour, [C#m] you were the only [D] one in the room.
[E] Well, I sailed [F#m] around on those bumps in the [D] night, you'll be [A] caught in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I [D] found my golden [A] September in the middle of that [F#m] purple June.
[A] But one [B] crowded hour [D] would be my [A] wrecking ruin.
Yes, I know one [Bm] crowded hour, you [G#] were the only one [D] in the room.
[E] I played you songs [F#m] on those bumps in the night.
[D] In fact, I played this man, [A] too.
You said, [C#] what is this six [D] million inch momentum, [A]
adolescent loom?
[F#m] _ And one [Bm] crowded hour [E] would be my wrecking [A] ruin.
Yes, one [Bm] crowded hour [E] would be my wrecking ruin.
Oh, one [Bm] crowded hour would [E] be my [A] wrecking ruin. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
I was lucky enough to be looking after a friend's house
in Williamstown, Deborah Conway, who has this wonderful collection of records and books.
And [N] she was away on holiday, so I was looking after her house and taking advantage of all
of that stuff.
And that song was sort of born out of a summer spent in a much better house
than I'll ever live in.
And reading a Neil Davis biography, he's an Australian cameraman.
That's actually the [G#] name of the book, One Cloud At A Hour.
And listening to a lot of
very early Bob Dylan's recordings.
_ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _
_ [D] I'm a crippled, [A] pretty glorified screw, [D] and that doesn't hold [E] nothing together.
_ Far [A] from these nonsense [B] bars and hidden nowhere [A] music, it's making me [G#] sick.
And I know it's [D] making you [E] sick, there's nothing that's like [D] eating eggs, like drinking gin
[A] with nothing else in.
[D] And that doesn't [C#m] hold me together.
[E] _ But [A] for one crowded [Bm] hour, you were the [C#m] only one in the [D] room.
Well, [E] I sailed around on [D] those bumps in the night, you'll [A] be caught in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I [G#] found my golden [D] September in the middle of [E] that [F#m] purple June.
But [A] one crowded [Bm] hour would [E] lead to [A] my wrecking ruin.
Now I know you like your boys who take [Bm] their medicine from [C#m] the bowl to their silver [D]
spoon.
Who [E] run away with the days [F#m] and scare [D] the fish by the [A] silver light of the moon.
[C#] Who are taught from the womb [D] to believe to the tune [A] as far as their bleeding [F#m] eyes see.
[A] Is it less a pen meant for [Bm] them, drilled in and rent for them, not for the [A] likes of me.
Not [D] for the likes of [E] you and _ me.
[A] And for one [Bm] crowded hour, [C#m] you were the only [D] one in the room.
[E] Well, I sailed [F#m] around on those bumps in the [D] night, you'll be caught [A] in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I [D] found my golden [A] September in the [F#m] middle of that purple June.
[A] But one [Bm] crowded hour [D] would lead to my [A] wrecking ruin.
[E] But the green night, the heart beat [C#m] of the summer, [A] _ [E] she takes into [C#m] her my [A] hand.
[F#m] She says, oh boy, [B] I know you're lying.
[C#m] But [E] there's so much to this I [A] said, oh well.
[Bm] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [C#] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ [A] Well, put me in a [Bm] cage full of lies, I [A] learned to speak lies.
[D] In fact, I know the [E] language well.
[F#m] I picked it up while [D] I was busting myself [A] in the night.
[Bm] Then freaking hell, [C#m] I'm like a silenced [D] skateboard, quit bleeding.
[E] They took it [F#m] away, the silent [D] display.
They erased [A] it to be a [D] lady.
Now she [E] can't keep her mouth shut.
[A] Oh, one [B] crowded hour, [C#m] you were the only [D] one in the room.
[E] Well, I sailed [F#m] around on those bumps in the [D] night, you'll be [A] caught in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I [D] found my golden [A] September in the middle of that [F#m] purple June.
[A] But one [B] crowded hour [D] would be my [A] wrecking ruin.
Yes, I know one [Bm] crowded hour, you [G#] were the only one [D] in the room.
[E] I played you songs [F#m] on those bumps in the night.
[D] In fact, I played this man, [A] too.
You said, [C#] what is this six [D] million inch momentum, [A]
adolescent loom?
[F#m] _ And one [Bm] crowded hour [E] would be my wrecking [A] ruin.
Yes, one [Bm] crowded hour [E] would be my wrecking ruin.
Oh, one [Bm] crowded hour would [E] be my [A] wrecking ruin. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _