Chords for Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Lucky Man & Still... You Turn Me On (Live California Jam 1974)
Tempo:
100.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
Gm
G
A
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Mr.
Greg Lowe, an angel of acoustic guitar.
[Dm]
[G] [G]
Do you wanna be an [D] angel?
Do you wanna be [G] a star?
Do you wanna [Dm] play some magic on my guitar?
Do you wanna be a poet?
Do you wanna be [G] my string?
You [Dm] could be anything.
[D] [B] Do you wanna [Bb] be the lover of another?
[Gm] Undercover you could even be [Am] the man.
[D] [F]
Do you wanna be the singer?
Do you wanna be [Dm] the song?
[D] [Gm] Let me tell you something,
[E] You just couldn't be more [A] wrong.
You see I [D] really have to tell you,
[Gm] When you're buried [C] in disguise,
[Gm] By the dark gloss on your [D] eyes,
[Gm] Though your [C] flesh has crystallized,
[Eb] Still, you turn [D] me on, yeah.
[Eb] You turn me on, yeah.
You turn me [C] on.
[G]
Do you wanna be [D] the pillow where I lay my [G] head?
Do you [Dm] wanna be the feathers [D] lying in my [G] bed?
Do you wanna [Dm] be the color of a [G] magazine?
Greedy [Dm] deceive.
[D] [B] Every [Bb] day a little sadder, a little [Gm] madder,
[Am] Someone get [D] me a ladder.
[F] Do you wanna be the player?
[D] Do you wanna be the [Dm] string?
[D] [Gm] Let me tell you something,
You just [A] don't mean a thing.
You see [Dm] I really have to tell you,
That it [C] all gets so intense,
[D]
[Gm] From my [C] [D] experience,
[Gm] It just [C] doesn't seem [D] to make sense,
[Dm] But [Eb]
still, you turn me on, yeah.
[Eb]
You [D] turn me on, yeah.
[Dm]
[Eb]
You [D] turn me on.
[F]
I hear white [A] voices,
[Gm]
And breathe [D] by the score,
[G]
On [D] Preston's side,
[Gm] And whizzing in [A] by the door,
[Am]
Ooh, [Em] what a lucky man [D] he was,
[Am]
Ooh, [Em] what a lucky man [D] he was,
[Gm] White lace [D] and feathers,
[G] They made up [A] his bed,
[D] A [G] gold [A]-coated mattress,
[Gm] On which he [A] was led,
[Am]
Ooh, [Em] what a lucky man he [D]
was,
[D] [Am]
Ooh, [Em] what a lucky man he [D]
was,
He [G]
went to [A] fight wars,
[G] For his country and [A] his king,
[Gm] For his honor and his [D] glory,
[G] The people would [A] sing,
[Am]
Oh, [Em] what a lucky [D] man he was,
[Am] Ooh, [Em] what a lucky man [D] he was,
[A]
[Gm] A bullet [D] had calmed him,
His [Gm] blood ran,
As he [A] cried,
[D] No money could [A] save him,
[Gm] So he lay down,
[D] And he [A]
died.
[D]
Greg Lowe, an angel of acoustic guitar.
[Dm]
[G] [G]
Do you wanna be an [D] angel?
Do you wanna be [G] a star?
Do you wanna [Dm] play some magic on my guitar?
Do you wanna be a poet?
Do you wanna be [G] my string?
You [Dm] could be anything.
[D] [B] Do you wanna [Bb] be the lover of another?
[Gm] Undercover you could even be [Am] the man.
[D] [F]
Do you wanna be the singer?
Do you wanna be [Dm] the song?
[D] [Gm] Let me tell you something,
[E] You just couldn't be more [A] wrong.
You see I [D] really have to tell you,
[Gm] When you're buried [C] in disguise,
[Gm] By the dark gloss on your [D] eyes,
[Gm] Though your [C] flesh has crystallized,
[Eb] Still, you turn [D] me on, yeah.
[Eb] You turn me on, yeah.
You turn me [C] on.
[G]
Do you wanna be [D] the pillow where I lay my [G] head?
Do you [Dm] wanna be the feathers [D] lying in my [G] bed?
Do you wanna [Dm] be the color of a [G] magazine?
Greedy [Dm] deceive.
[D] [B] Every [Bb] day a little sadder, a little [Gm] madder,
[Am] Someone get [D] me a ladder.
[F] Do you wanna be the player?
[D] Do you wanna be the [Dm] string?
[D] [Gm] Let me tell you something,
You just [A] don't mean a thing.
You see [Dm] I really have to tell you,
That it [C] all gets so intense,
[D]
[Gm] From my [C] [D] experience,
[Gm] It just [C] doesn't seem [D] to make sense,
[Dm] But [Eb]
still, you turn me on, yeah.
[Eb]
You [D] turn me on, yeah.
[Dm]
[Eb]
You [D] turn me on.
[F]
I hear white [A] voices,
[Gm]
And breathe [D] by the score,
[G]
On [D] Preston's side,
[Gm] And whizzing in [A] by the door,
[Am]
Ooh, [Em] what a lucky man [D] he was,
[Am]
Ooh, [Em] what a lucky man [D] he was,
[Gm] White lace [D] and feathers,
[G] They made up [A] his bed,
[D] A [G] gold [A]-coated mattress,
[Gm] On which he [A] was led,
[Am]
Ooh, [Em] what a lucky man he [D]
was,
[D] [Am]
Ooh, [Em] what a lucky man he [D]
was,
He [G]
went to [A] fight wars,
[G] For his country and [A] his king,
[Gm] For his honor and his [D] glory,
[G] The people would [A] sing,
[Am]
Oh, [Em] what a lucky [D] man he was,
[Am] Ooh, [Em] what a lucky man [D] he was,
[A]
[Gm] A bullet [D] had calmed him,
His [Gm] blood ran,
As he [A] cried,
[D] No money could [A] save him,
[Gm] So he lay down,
[D] And he [A]
died.
[D]
Key:
D
Gm
G
A
Dm
D
Gm
G
Mr.
Greg Lowe, an angel of acoustic guitar.
_ [Dm] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
Do you wanna be an [D] angel?
Do you wanna be [G] a star?
Do you wanna [Dm] play some magic on my guitar?
Do you wanna be a poet?
Do you wanna be [G] my string?
You [Dm] could be anything.
_ [D] _ _ [B] _ Do you wanna [Bb] be the lover of another?
_ [Gm] Undercover you could even be [Am] the man.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F]
Do you wanna be the singer?
_ _ Do you wanna be [Dm] the song?
[D] _ _ [Gm] Let me tell you something,
_ [E] You just couldn't be more [A] wrong.
You see I [D] really have to tell you,
[Gm] When you're buried [C] in disguise,
[Gm] By the dark gloss on your [D] eyes,
[Gm] Though your [C] flesh has _ crystallized,
_ [Eb] Still, _ _ you turn [D] me on, yeah.
_ _ [Eb] You _ _ _ turn me on, _ yeah. _
_ You _ _ turn me [C] on.
_ _ _ _ [G] _
Do you wanna be [D] the pillow where I lay my [G] head?
Do you [Dm] wanna be the feathers [D] lying in my [G] bed?
Do you wanna [Dm] be the color of a [G] magazine?
_ Greedy [Dm] deceive.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [B] _ Every [Bb] day a little sadder, a little [Gm] madder,
[Am] Someone get [D] me a ladder. _ _ _ _
[F] Do you wanna be the player?
_ _ [D] Do you wanna be the [Dm] string?
_ [D] _ [Gm] Let me tell you something,
_ You just [A] don't mean a thing.
You see [Dm] I really have to tell you,
That it [C] all gets so intense,
[D] _ _
[Gm] From my [C] _ [D] experience,
[Gm] It just [C] doesn't seem [D] to make sense,
[Dm] But [Eb]
still, _ _ you turn me on, _ yeah.
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _
You [D] turn me on, yeah.
[Dm] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
You [D] turn me on. _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I hear white [A] voices,
_ [Gm]
And breathe [D] by the score,
_ [G] _
On _ [D] Preston's side,
[Gm] And whizzing in [A] by the door,
_ _ [Am] _
Ooh, [Em] what a lucky man [D] he was,
_ _ _ _ _ [Am]
Ooh, _ [Em] what a lucky man [D] he was,
_ _ _ _ [Gm] White lace _ [D] and feathers,
[G] They made up [A] his bed,
_ [D] A [G] gold [A]-coated mattress,
_ [Gm] On which he [A] was led,
_ _ [Am]
Ooh, _ [Em] what a lucky man he [D]
was,
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Am]
Ooh, _ [Em] what a lucky man he [D] _
was, _ _ _ _ _ _
He _ _ _ _ _ [G]
went to [A] fight wars,
_ [G] For his country and [A] his king,
_ [Gm] For his honor and his [D] glory,
_ [G] The people would [A] sing,
_ _ [Am] _
Oh, [Em] what a lucky _ [D] man he was, _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] Ooh, _ [Em] what a lucky man [D] he was, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[Gm] A bullet _ [D] had calmed him,
_ His [Gm] blood ran,
As he [A] cried,
_ _ [D] No money _ could [A] save him,
[Gm] So he lay _ _ down,
_ _ _ [D] And he [A] _
died. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Greg Lowe, an angel of acoustic guitar.
_ [Dm] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
Do you wanna be an [D] angel?
Do you wanna be [G] a star?
Do you wanna [Dm] play some magic on my guitar?
Do you wanna be a poet?
Do you wanna be [G] my string?
You [Dm] could be anything.
_ [D] _ _ [B] _ Do you wanna [Bb] be the lover of another?
_ [Gm] Undercover you could even be [Am] the man.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F]
Do you wanna be the singer?
_ _ Do you wanna be [Dm] the song?
[D] _ _ [Gm] Let me tell you something,
_ [E] You just couldn't be more [A] wrong.
You see I [D] really have to tell you,
[Gm] When you're buried [C] in disguise,
[Gm] By the dark gloss on your [D] eyes,
[Gm] Though your [C] flesh has _ crystallized,
_ [Eb] Still, _ _ you turn [D] me on, yeah.
_ _ [Eb] You _ _ _ turn me on, _ yeah. _
_ You _ _ turn me [C] on.
_ _ _ _ [G] _
Do you wanna be [D] the pillow where I lay my [G] head?
Do you [Dm] wanna be the feathers [D] lying in my [G] bed?
Do you wanna [Dm] be the color of a [G] magazine?
_ Greedy [Dm] deceive.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [B] _ Every [Bb] day a little sadder, a little [Gm] madder,
[Am] Someone get [D] me a ladder. _ _ _ _
[F] Do you wanna be the player?
_ _ [D] Do you wanna be the [Dm] string?
_ [D] _ [Gm] Let me tell you something,
_ You just [A] don't mean a thing.
You see [Dm] I really have to tell you,
That it [C] all gets so intense,
[D] _ _
[Gm] From my [C] _ [D] experience,
[Gm] It just [C] doesn't seem [D] to make sense,
[Dm] But [Eb]
still, _ _ you turn me on, _ yeah.
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _
You [D] turn me on, yeah.
[Dm] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
You [D] turn me on. _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I hear white [A] voices,
_ [Gm]
And breathe [D] by the score,
_ [G] _
On _ [D] Preston's side,
[Gm] And whizzing in [A] by the door,
_ _ [Am] _
Ooh, [Em] what a lucky man [D] he was,
_ _ _ _ _ [Am]
Ooh, _ [Em] what a lucky man [D] he was,
_ _ _ _ [Gm] White lace _ [D] and feathers,
[G] They made up [A] his bed,
_ [D] A [G] gold [A]-coated mattress,
_ [Gm] On which he [A] was led,
_ _ [Am]
Ooh, _ [Em] what a lucky man he [D]
was,
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Am]
Ooh, _ [Em] what a lucky man he [D] _
was, _ _ _ _ _ _
He _ _ _ _ _ [G]
went to [A] fight wars,
_ [G] For his country and [A] his king,
_ [Gm] For his honor and his [D] glory,
_ [G] The people would [A] sing,
_ _ [Am] _
Oh, [Em] what a lucky _ [D] man he was, _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] Ooh, _ [Em] what a lucky man [D] he was, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[Gm] A bullet _ [D] had calmed him,
_ His [Gm] blood ran,
As he [A] cried,
_ _ [D] No money _ could [A] save him,
[Gm] So he lay _ _ down,
_ _ _ [D] And he [A] _
died. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _