London Conversation Chords by John Martyn
Tempo:
93.05 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
D#m
F#m
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
In a foreign city once again, you [B] wavered [F#] weakly in the night.
The early sun of London morning burned the [B] darkness with [F#] unanswered light.
But [B] morning [F#] found you crying, waiting [B] for a [F#] woman where she left [B] you in an empty state [F#] of mind.
[C#] Waiting not for her but for [B] relief from [F#] passing time.
A young friend talking softly as the mist kept tumbling down.
The woman waiting for him here stayed and [B] told you of the peace that could [F#] be found.
And a [B] fallen heart [F#] was woken in your [B] tired waiting [F#] time.
And you [B] thought you might begin [F#] again from [B] all the ashes [F#] of your mind.
[D#m]
[F#m] [F#] [D#m] [F#m] [F#] [D#m]
[F#] And though he used no poetry, his [B] words a [F#] weaving song.
And the peace they were recalling [B] were good roads that you might have [F#] walked along.
And the skies [B] you saw [F#] were all the same, although [B] his words were not [F#] your own.
For the words [B] and images you've [F#] spoken [C#] are the ashes from [B] a peace you never [F#] known.
[D#m] [F#m] [F#] [D#m] [F#m] [F#] [D#m]
[F#m]
In a foreign city once again, you [B] wavered [F#] weakly in the night.
The early sun of London morning burned the [B] darkness with [F#] unanswered light.
But [B] morning [F#] found you crying, waiting [B] for a [F#] woman where she left [B] you in an empty state [F#] of mind.
[C#] Waiting not for her but for [B] relief from [F#] passing time.
A young friend talking softly as the mist kept tumbling down.
The woman waiting for him here stayed and [B] told you of the peace that could [F#] be found.
And a [B] fallen heart [F#] was woken in your [B] tired waiting [F#] time.
And you [B] thought you might begin [F#] again from [B] all the ashes [F#] of your mind.
[D#m]
[F#m] [F#] [D#m] [F#m] [F#] [D#m]
[F#] And though he used no poetry, his [B] words a [F#] weaving song.
And the peace they were recalling [B] were good roads that you might have [F#] walked along.
And the skies [B] you saw [F#] were all the same, although [B] his words were not [F#] your own.
For the words [B] and images you've [F#] spoken [C#] are the ashes from [B] a peace you never [F#] known.
[D#m] [F#m] [F#] [D#m] [F#m] [F#] [D#m]
[F#m]
Key:
F#
B
D#m
F#m
C#
F#
B
D#m
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ In a foreign city once again, you [B] wavered [F#] weakly in the night.
_ _ The early sun of London morning _ burned the [B] darkness with [F#] unanswered light.
But _ [B] morning [F#] found you crying, _ _ waiting [B] for a [F#] woman where _ she left [B] you in an empty state [F#] of mind.
[C#] Waiting not for her but for [B] relief from [F#] passing time.
A _ _ young friend talking softly as the mist kept tumbling down.
_ The woman waiting for him here stayed and [B] told you of the peace that could [F#] be found.
_ And a [B] fallen heart [F#] was woken in your [B] tired waiting [F#] time.
_ And you [B] thought you might begin [F#] again from [B] all the ashes [F#] of your mind.
_ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _
_ [F#m] _ [F#] _ [D#m] _ _ [F#m] _ [F#] _ [D#m] _
[F#] _ _ _ And though he used no poetry, _ his [B] words a [F#] weaving song.
_ And the peace they were recalling _ [B] were good roads that you might have [F#] walked along.
_ And the skies [B] you saw [F#] were all the same, although [B] his words were not [F#] your own.
For the words [B] and images you've [F#] spoken [C#] are the ashes from [B] a peace you never [F#] known.
_ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _ [D#m] _ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _ [D#m] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ In a foreign city once again, you [B] wavered [F#] weakly in the night.
_ _ The early sun of London morning _ burned the [B] darkness with [F#] unanswered light.
But _ [B] morning [F#] found you crying, _ _ waiting [B] for a [F#] woman where _ she left [B] you in an empty state [F#] of mind.
[C#] Waiting not for her but for [B] relief from [F#] passing time.
A _ _ young friend talking softly as the mist kept tumbling down.
_ The woman waiting for him here stayed and [B] told you of the peace that could [F#] be found.
_ And a [B] fallen heart [F#] was woken in your [B] tired waiting [F#] time.
_ And you [B] thought you might begin [F#] again from [B] all the ashes [F#] of your mind.
_ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _
_ [F#m] _ [F#] _ [D#m] _ _ [F#m] _ [F#] _ [D#m] _
[F#] _ _ _ And though he used no poetry, _ his [B] words a [F#] weaving song.
_ And the peace they were recalling _ [B] were good roads that you might have [F#] walked along.
_ And the skies [B] you saw [F#] were all the same, although [B] his words were not [F#] your own.
For the words [B] and images you've [F#] spoken [C#] are the ashes from [B] a peace you never [F#] known.
_ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _ [D#m] _ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _ [D#m] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _