Chords for Rod McKuen - Stanyan Street
Tempo:
80.1 bpm
Chords used:
Am
G
C
Em
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Am]
[A]
[D] [G] You and I have been up in embryo sleep, below [C] the painting of the bloom of fishermen.
Without a pillow, [D] the checkered cover kicked and [Am] tangled on the floor.
[Cm] The old house [Em] creaking now, [Am] a car going by, the wind,
[Dm] a fire engine up the hill.
[G]
I've [Am] disentangled myself [E] from you, moved [G] silently, [Em] groping in the dark for cigarettes.
[D] [Dm] Now, three cigarettes later, [G]
still elated, [C] still afraid.
[Am] I sit across the room [G] watching you, [C] the [G] light from the street lamp coming through [Am] the shutters.
[G] Hysterical patterns [Em] flash on the wall sometimes [Am] when a car goes by.
[Dm] Otherwise, there is no change.
[G] Not in the way you lie curled up.
[E] [Am] Not in the sounds that never come from you.
[Em] Not in the discontent I [Am] feel.
[Dm] You fill completely this first [G] November day with [F] Sausalito and sign language.
[Am] Hanoo and coffee, ice [G] cream and your wide eyes.
Now unable [Am] to sleep because the day is finally going home.
[F] Because your sleep has locked [Dm] me out.
[G] I watch you, [C]
and I wonder at you.
[G] I know your face by touch when it's dark.
I [A] know the profile of your sleeping face, [C] the sound of you sleeping.
[Am] [C]
Sometimes I think you are all sound, [Am] kicking free of covers and adjusting shutters,
[F] moving about in the bathroom, taking twenty minutes of our [Am] precious time.
[C] I know the hills and gullies of your body, curves, turns.
I have total recall of you in Stangion Street, because I know it will be important later.
[A] It's quiet now.
Only the [F] clock, moving toward rejection tomorrow, breaks the stillness.
[C] There are golden [Em] apples to [Dm] be picked,
[G] [C] and green hills [G] to climb,
[Am] meadows [Em] to run [Dm] when you're young.
[G] [C] There are [Em] roaring rivers to [Dm] be crossed,
[G] [C] and bridges to [G] build,
[Am] wild oats [Em] to sow as [Dm] you grow.
[G] [Am] But later, [C] on the other [Am] side [F] of time,
[Am]
the apples [C] no [Em] longer [F] taste sweet.
[C] Bridges [Em] fall down,
[Am] meadows [C] turn brown,
as life [Am] falls apart,
[Dm] in a little room [B]
[C] on Stangion [Bb] Street.
[C]
[A]
[D] [G] You and I have been up in embryo sleep, below [C] the painting of the bloom of fishermen.
Without a pillow, [D] the checkered cover kicked and [Am] tangled on the floor.
[Cm] The old house [Em] creaking now, [Am] a car going by, the wind,
[Dm] a fire engine up the hill.
[G]
I've [Am] disentangled myself [E] from you, moved [G] silently, [Em] groping in the dark for cigarettes.
[D] [Dm] Now, three cigarettes later, [G]
still elated, [C] still afraid.
[Am] I sit across the room [G] watching you, [C] the [G] light from the street lamp coming through [Am] the shutters.
[G] Hysterical patterns [Em] flash on the wall sometimes [Am] when a car goes by.
[Dm] Otherwise, there is no change.
[G] Not in the way you lie curled up.
[E] [Am] Not in the sounds that never come from you.
[Em] Not in the discontent I [Am] feel.
[Dm] You fill completely this first [G] November day with [F] Sausalito and sign language.
[Am] Hanoo and coffee, ice [G] cream and your wide eyes.
Now unable [Am] to sleep because the day is finally going home.
[F] Because your sleep has locked [Dm] me out.
[G] I watch you, [C]
and I wonder at you.
[G] I know your face by touch when it's dark.
I [A] know the profile of your sleeping face, [C] the sound of you sleeping.
[Am] [C]
Sometimes I think you are all sound, [Am] kicking free of covers and adjusting shutters,
[F] moving about in the bathroom, taking twenty minutes of our [Am] precious time.
[C] I know the hills and gullies of your body, curves, turns.
I have total recall of you in Stangion Street, because I know it will be important later.
[A] It's quiet now.
Only the [F] clock, moving toward rejection tomorrow, breaks the stillness.
[C] There are golden [Em] apples to [Dm] be picked,
[G] [C] and green hills [G] to climb,
[Am] meadows [Em] to run [Dm] when you're young.
[G] [C] There are [Em] roaring rivers to [Dm] be crossed,
[G] [C] and bridges to [G] build,
[Am] wild oats [Em] to sow as [Dm] you grow.
[G] [Am] But later, [C] on the other [Am] side [F] of time,
[Am]
the apples [C] no [Em] longer [F] taste sweet.
[C] Bridges [Em] fall down,
[Am] meadows [C] turn brown,
as life [Am] falls apart,
[Dm] in a little room [B]
[C] on Stangion [Bb] Street.
[C]
Key:
Am
G
C
Em
Dm
Am
G
C
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] You and I have been up in embryo sleep, below [C] the painting of the bloom of fishermen. _
Without a pillow, [D] the checkered cover kicked and [Am] tangled on the floor.
_ _ [Cm] The old house [Em] creaking now, [Am] a car going by, the wind, _
[Dm] a fire engine up the hill.
_ [G] _
I've [Am] disentangled myself [E] from you, moved [G] silently, _ [Em] groping in the dark for cigarettes. _
[D] _ _ [Dm] Now, three cigarettes later, [G] _
still elated, _ [C] still afraid. _
[Am] I sit across the room [G] watching you, [C] the [G] light from the street lamp coming through [Am] the shutters. _ _
[G] Hysterical patterns [Em] flash on the wall sometimes [Am] when a car goes by. _
[Dm] Otherwise, there is no change. _
[G] Not in the way you lie curled up.
[E] [Am] Not in the sounds that never come from you.
[Em] _ Not in the discontent I [Am] feel.
_ [Dm] You fill completely this first [G] November day with [F] Sausalito and sign language. _
[Am] Hanoo and coffee, ice [G] cream and your wide eyes.
_ _ Now unable [Am] to sleep because the day is finally going home.
[F] Because your sleep has locked [Dm] me out.
[G] I watch you, [C] _
and I wonder at you.
_ [G] I know your face by touch when it's dark.
I [A] know the profile of your sleeping face, [C] the sound of you sleeping.
[Am] _ _ [C]
Sometimes I think you are all sound, [Am] _ kicking free of covers and adjusting shutters,
[F] moving about in the bathroom, taking twenty minutes of our [Am] precious time. _ _
[C] I know the hills and gullies of your body, _ curves, turns.
_ I have total recall of you in Stangion Street, _ because I know it will be important later.
_ [A] It's quiet now.
Only the [F] clock, moving toward rejection tomorrow, _ breaks the stillness.
[C] _ There are golden [Em] apples to [Dm] be picked, _ _
[G] _ _ [C] and green hills [G] to climb,
_ [Am] _ meadows [Em] to run [Dm] when you're young.
[G] _ _ [C] There are [Em] roaring rivers to [Dm] be crossed, _
[G] _ _ [C] and bridges to [G] build,
_ [Am] wild oats [Em] to sow as [Dm] you grow. _
[G] _ _ [Am] But later, [C] on the other [Am] side [F] of time,
[Am] _
_ _ the apples [C] no [Em] longer _ [F] taste sweet.
_ _ _ [C] Bridges [Em] fall down,
[Am] meadows [C] turn brown,
_ _ as life [Am] falls apart,
_ [Dm] in a little room _ [B] _ _
[C] on Stangion [Bb] _ Street.
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] You and I have been up in embryo sleep, below [C] the painting of the bloom of fishermen. _
Without a pillow, [D] the checkered cover kicked and [Am] tangled on the floor.
_ _ [Cm] The old house [Em] creaking now, [Am] a car going by, the wind, _
[Dm] a fire engine up the hill.
_ [G] _
I've [Am] disentangled myself [E] from you, moved [G] silently, _ [Em] groping in the dark for cigarettes. _
[D] _ _ [Dm] Now, three cigarettes later, [G] _
still elated, _ [C] still afraid. _
[Am] I sit across the room [G] watching you, [C] the [G] light from the street lamp coming through [Am] the shutters. _ _
[G] Hysterical patterns [Em] flash on the wall sometimes [Am] when a car goes by. _
[Dm] Otherwise, there is no change. _
[G] Not in the way you lie curled up.
[E] [Am] Not in the sounds that never come from you.
[Em] _ Not in the discontent I [Am] feel.
_ [Dm] You fill completely this first [G] November day with [F] Sausalito and sign language. _
[Am] Hanoo and coffee, ice [G] cream and your wide eyes.
_ _ Now unable [Am] to sleep because the day is finally going home.
[F] Because your sleep has locked [Dm] me out.
[G] I watch you, [C] _
and I wonder at you.
_ [G] I know your face by touch when it's dark.
I [A] know the profile of your sleeping face, [C] the sound of you sleeping.
[Am] _ _ [C]
Sometimes I think you are all sound, [Am] _ kicking free of covers and adjusting shutters,
[F] moving about in the bathroom, taking twenty minutes of our [Am] precious time. _ _
[C] I know the hills and gullies of your body, _ curves, turns.
_ I have total recall of you in Stangion Street, _ because I know it will be important later.
_ [A] It's quiet now.
Only the [F] clock, moving toward rejection tomorrow, _ breaks the stillness.
[C] _ There are golden [Em] apples to [Dm] be picked, _ _
[G] _ _ [C] and green hills [G] to climb,
_ [Am] _ meadows [Em] to run [Dm] when you're young.
[G] _ _ [C] There are [Em] roaring rivers to [Dm] be crossed, _
[G] _ _ [C] and bridges to [G] build,
_ [Am] wild oats [Em] to sow as [Dm] you grow. _
[G] _ _ [Am] But later, [C] on the other [Am] side [F] of time,
[Am] _
_ _ the apples [C] no [Em] longer _ [F] taste sweet.
_ _ _ [C] Bridges [Em] fall down,
[Am] meadows [C] turn brown,
_ _ as life [Am] falls apart,
_ [Dm] in a little room _ [B] _ _
[C] on Stangion [Bb] _ Street.
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _