Chords for The Dresden Dolls - Port of Amsterdam (Hobart 19.01.12)
Tempo:
93.375 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Am
E
A
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B] In order to truly [E] live up to our cabaret [A] [Bbm] reputation, [Gb] [B] you must do the thing.
[Em] [Gb] [A] [Em]
[Db] [C]
[Em]
[E] [Eb] [Gm] Anyway, we are going [G] to do the thing that all cabaret bands must [Am] do as a sick rite of passage,
which is, [E] we must sing you a song by the [A] unparalleled Jacques Brel.
[E] [A] [Am]
[A]
[F] In [Am] the port of [A] Amsterdam, [Em] as a sailor he sings
Of [F] the dreams that he brings [E] from the white oaks
In [Am] the port of Amsterdam, [E] as a [Em] sailor he sleeps
[Dm] As the
[E] riverbank weeps to [Am] the old willow tree
[A] [C] In the port of Amsterdam, [G] as a sailor [Ab] he dies
[Am] Full of fear and full of cry
It's [G] vestiges of girl talk falling from the ceiling
[A]
[E] In a drunken town
[F]
But in the port of Amsterdam
[G] [Em] As a sailor [E] who's born
[Dm]
On a hot [E] muggy morn
[Am] In the dawn's early light
In the port of Amsterdam, [Em] where sailors all meet
[F] As a sailor who eats [E] all these fish heads and [Am] tails
And he'll show you his teeth
[Em] Which have rotted too [B] soon
They can haul off [Em] the [Am] sails
They can swallow the little [C] runny coals to the [G] coke
With his arms [Ab] open [Am] wide
Bring me more [E] fish
Throw it down by my side
And he [F] wants a little [Em] bounce
But he's too full to [D] try
So he stands [Em] up and he [Am] laughs
And he zips up his fly
In the port of Amsterdam
[Em] You can see the sailors' [F] death
Which is bursting their [E] pants
Dreaming women to [Am] poach
Never got him the [Em] tune
And their whiskey boys go [D] out
[Em] Splitting the [Am] night
With the roar of their [C] jokes
And they turn and they [G] dance
And they laugh and they [Am] lust
To the remnants in sound
[E] Of the accordion bus
[F] And then out in the night
[E] With their fly and their pants
[Dm] And the [Em] sluts that they drive
[Am] Meet the street lamps in the port of Amsterdam
[Em] As a sailor who [F] drinks
And he drinks
And he [E] drinks
And he drinks once again
[A] And he [Am] drinks to the health
[Em] Of the whores of Amsterdam
[Dm] Who've given [Em] their [Am] bodies
To a thousand other [C] men
They bargain their [G] virtue
Their goodness [Ab] all [Am] gone
For a few dirty [E] coins
When he just [Em] can't go [F] on
With his nose in the [E] twinkling stars of the moon
[Dm] And he [Em] pisses like a
[Am] Young faithful love
In the port of Amsterdam
[Em] In the port of Amsterdam
[D] [Em] [Am]
[A]
[Em] [Gb] [A] [Em]
[Db] [C]
[Em]
[E] [Eb] [Gm] Anyway, we are going [G] to do the thing that all cabaret bands must [Am] do as a sick rite of passage,
which is, [E] we must sing you a song by the [A] unparalleled Jacques Brel.
[E] [A] [Am]
[A]
[F] In [Am] the port of [A] Amsterdam, [Em] as a sailor he sings
Of [F] the dreams that he brings [E] from the white oaks
In [Am] the port of Amsterdam, [E] as a [Em] sailor he sleeps
[Dm] As the
[E] riverbank weeps to [Am] the old willow tree
[A] [C] In the port of Amsterdam, [G] as a sailor [Ab] he dies
[Am] Full of fear and full of cry
It's [G] vestiges of girl talk falling from the ceiling
[A]
[E] In a drunken town
[F]
But in the port of Amsterdam
[G] [Em] As a sailor [E] who's born
[Dm]
On a hot [E] muggy morn
[Am] In the dawn's early light
In the port of Amsterdam, [Em] where sailors all meet
[F] As a sailor who eats [E] all these fish heads and [Am] tails
And he'll show you his teeth
[Em] Which have rotted too [B] soon
They can haul off [Em] the [Am] sails
They can swallow the little [C] runny coals to the [G] coke
With his arms [Ab] open [Am] wide
Bring me more [E] fish
Throw it down by my side
And he [F] wants a little [Em] bounce
But he's too full to [D] try
So he stands [Em] up and he [Am] laughs
And he zips up his fly
In the port of Amsterdam
[Em] You can see the sailors' [F] death
Which is bursting their [E] pants
Dreaming women to [Am] poach
Never got him the [Em] tune
And their whiskey boys go [D] out
[Em] Splitting the [Am] night
With the roar of their [C] jokes
And they turn and they [G] dance
And they laugh and they [Am] lust
To the remnants in sound
[E] Of the accordion bus
[F] And then out in the night
[E] With their fly and their pants
[Dm] And the [Em] sluts that they drive
[Am] Meet the street lamps in the port of Amsterdam
[Em] As a sailor who [F] drinks
And he drinks
And he [E] drinks
And he drinks once again
[A] And he [Am] drinks to the health
[Em] Of the whores of Amsterdam
[Dm] Who've given [Em] their [Am] bodies
To a thousand other [C] men
They bargain their [G] virtue
Their goodness [Ab] all [Am] gone
For a few dirty [E] coins
When he just [Em] can't go [F] on
With his nose in the [E] twinkling stars of the moon
[Dm] And he [Em] pisses like a
[Am] Young faithful love
In the port of Amsterdam
[Em] In the port of Amsterdam
[D] [Em] [Am]
[A]
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Am
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Em
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[B] In order to truly [E] live up to our cabaret [A] [Bbm] reputation, [Gb] _ [B] you must do the thing.
[Em] _ _ [Gb] _ _ [A] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [Db] _ _ [C] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Gm] Anyway, _ we are going [G] to do the thing that all cabaret bands must [Am] do as a sick rite of passage,
which is, [E] we must sing you a song by the [A] unparalleled Jacques Brel.
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[F] In _ [Am] the port of [A] Amsterdam, _ [Em] as a _ sailor he sings
Of [F] the dreams that he brings [E] from the _ white oaks
In _ [Am] the port of Amsterdam, _ [E] as a _ [Em] sailor he sleeps
_ [Dm] As the _
[E] riverbank weeps to [Am] the _ old willow tree _
[A] [C] In the port of Amsterdam, _ [G] as a sailor [Ab] he dies
_ [Am] Full of fear and full of cry
It's _ [G] _ _ vestiges of girl talk falling from the ceiling
[A] _ _
[E] In a drunken town
[F]
But in the port of Amsterdam
[G] _ [Em] As a _ sailor [E] who's born
_ [Dm]
On a hot [E] muggy _ morn
_ [Am] In the dawn's early _ light
In _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ the port of Amsterdam, [Em] where sailors all meet
[F] As a sailor who eats [E] all these fish heads and [Am] tails
And he'll show you his teeth
[Em] Which have rotted too [B] soon
They can haul off [Em] the [Am] sails
They can swallow the little [C] runny coals to the [G] coke
With his arms [Ab] open [Am] wide
Bring me more [E] fish
Throw it down by my side
And he [F] wants a little [Em] bounce
But he's too full to [D] try
So he stands [Em] up and he [Am] laughs
And he zips up his fly
In the port of Amsterdam
[Em] You can see the sailors' [F] death
Which is bursting their [E] pants
Dreaming women to [Am] poach
Never got him the [Em] tune
And their whiskey boys go [D] out
[Em] Splitting the [Am] night
With the roar of their [C] jokes
And they turn and they [G] dance
And they laugh and they [Am] lust
To the remnants in sound
[E] Of the accordion bus
[F] And then out in the night
[E] With their fly and their pants
[Dm] And the [Em] sluts that they drive
[Am] Meet the street lamps in the port of Amsterdam
[Em] As a sailor who [F] drinks
And he drinks
And he [E] drinks
And he drinks once again
[A] And he [Am] drinks to the health
[Em] Of the whores of Amsterdam
[Dm] Who've given [Em] their [Am] bodies
To a thousand other [C] men
They bargain their [G] virtue
Their goodness [Ab] all [Am] gone
For a few dirty [E] coins
When he just [Em] can't go [F] on
With his nose in the [E] twinkling stars of the moon
[Dm] And he [Em] pisses like a
[Am] Young faithful love
In the port of Amsterdam
[Em] In the port of Amsterdam
[D] _ [Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [Gb] _ _ [A] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [Db] _ _ [C] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Gm] Anyway, _ we are going [G] to do the thing that all cabaret bands must [Am] do as a sick rite of passage,
which is, [E] we must sing you a song by the [A] unparalleled Jacques Brel.
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[F] In _ [Am] the port of [A] Amsterdam, _ [Em] as a _ sailor he sings
Of [F] the dreams that he brings [E] from the _ white oaks
In _ [Am] the port of Amsterdam, _ [E] as a _ [Em] sailor he sleeps
_ [Dm] As the _
[E] riverbank weeps to [Am] the _ old willow tree _
[A] [C] In the port of Amsterdam, _ [G] as a sailor [Ab] he dies
_ [Am] Full of fear and full of cry
It's _ [G] _ _ vestiges of girl talk falling from the ceiling
[A] _ _
[E] In a drunken town
[F]
But in the port of Amsterdam
[G] _ [Em] As a _ sailor [E] who's born
_ [Dm]
On a hot [E] muggy _ morn
_ [Am] In the dawn's early _ light
In _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ the port of Amsterdam, [Em] where sailors all meet
[F] As a sailor who eats [E] all these fish heads and [Am] tails
And he'll show you his teeth
[Em] Which have rotted too [B] soon
They can haul off [Em] the [Am] sails
They can swallow the little [C] runny coals to the [G] coke
With his arms [Ab] open [Am] wide
Bring me more [E] fish
Throw it down by my side
And he [F] wants a little [Em] bounce
But he's too full to [D] try
So he stands [Em] up and he [Am] laughs
And he zips up his fly
In the port of Amsterdam
[Em] You can see the sailors' [F] death
Which is bursting their [E] pants
Dreaming women to [Am] poach
Never got him the [Em] tune
And their whiskey boys go [D] out
[Em] Splitting the [Am] night
With the roar of their [C] jokes
And they turn and they [G] dance
And they laugh and they [Am] lust
To the remnants in sound
[E] Of the accordion bus
[F] And then out in the night
[E] With their fly and their pants
[Dm] And the [Em] sluts that they drive
[Am] Meet the street lamps in the port of Amsterdam
[Em] As a sailor who [F] drinks
And he drinks
And he [E] drinks
And he drinks once again
[A] And he [Am] drinks to the health
[Em] Of the whores of Amsterdam
[Dm] Who've given [Em] their [Am] bodies
To a thousand other [C] men
They bargain their [G] virtue
Their goodness [Ab] all [Am] gone
For a few dirty [E] coins
When he just [Em] can't go [F] on
With his nose in the [E] twinkling stars of the moon
[Dm] And he [Em] pisses like a
[Am] Young faithful love
In the port of Amsterdam
[Em] In the port of Amsterdam
[D] _ [Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _