Chord Booklet

David Bowie

10 songs|58 chords used|Hard

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Chords used

F#m

D/C

Bbm

Bb/A

Bb/G

Bb/F

Eb/E

F/F

F/Eb

F/D

F/C

Eb/D

C/E

G/D

Cmaj7

Bb/D

G/B

Gm7

C/G

Fmaj7

Cm7

Bbmaj7

Am7

C/Bb

Dm7

Gsus4

Abm

Fsus2

Em7

Eb/G

Eb6

Ebmaj7

F/A

Young American

Key: CHard

F#m

Tabber-coldshot11 email protected

CThey pulled in just behind the fridge

He laysDm her down-he frowns

F"Gee my life's a funny thing

Am I Gstill too young"

CHe kissed her then and there

She took his ring, tDmook his babies

It tFook him minutes, took her nowhere

GHeaven knows she'dve taken anything

FAll nGight-she want s the young American

CYounDmg American, young American

she wants the young American

It's aFll Gright-but she wants the young American

Scanning life thru the picture window

She finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang

Heaven forbid she'll take anything

But the freak and his type-all for nothing

Misses a step and cuts his hand

Showing nothing he swoops like a song

She cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?"

All night-she want s the young American

Young American, young American

she wants the young American

It's all right-but she wants the young American

All the way from Washington

He breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor

"Live for just these twenty years

Do we have to die for the fifty more?"

All night-he want s the young American

Young American, young American

he wants the young American

It's all right-but he wants the young American...

AmDo you remember yGour PreCsident Nixon?

AmSo you remember Gthe bills youF have to pay

or even yestEerday?

DGGDA

DHave you been the un-American

EmJust you and your id singing falsetto 'bout

Gleather, leather everywhere and

Anot a myth left from the Ghetto

DWell, well, well would you carry a razor?

EmIn case, just in case of depression

GSit on your hands on a bus of survivors

ABlushing at all the afro-sheeners

Ain't that close to love?

Well ain't that poster love?

Well it ain't that brbie doll

Her hearts have been broken just like you

GAllA night-you want the young American

DYoung American, young American Em

you want the young American

It'sG allA right-you want the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

Pimps got a Caddy-lady got a Chrysler

Black's got respect-white's got his soul train

Mama's got cramps and look at your hands hey

"I heard the news today, oh boy"

I got-suite and you got defeat

Ain't there a man-who could say no more

Ain't there a woman-I can sock on the jaw

Ain't there a child-I can hold without judging

Ain't there a pen-that will write before they die

Ain't you proud-that you've still got faces

and ain't there one *** song that can make me

break down and cry...

All night-I want the young American

Young American, young American

I want the young American

It's all right-I want the young American

From: email protected (Jan Runesson)

Subject: CRD:Bowie - Young Americans, help needed

Here is a David Bowie song I tried to figure out the other day and this is

what I came up with. I am not sure I got everything correct. The G might

be a Gsus4 or something similar. Help me out here. Corrections are welcome!

CThey pulled in just behind the fridge

GHe laid her down - he frowns

DmGee my life's a funny thing

FAm I still too young

CHe kissed then and there

GShe took his ring took his babies

DmIt him minutes took her nowhere

FHeaven knows she'd've taken anything

EmAll nigF#mht - she wants the young American

EmIt's all rigF#mht - but she wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window

She finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang

Heaven forbid she'll taken anything

But the freak and his type - all for nothing

He misses a step and cuts his hand

Showing nothing he swoops like a song

She cries where have all papa's heroes gone

All night - she wants the young American

It's all right - but she wants the young American

All the way from Washington

Her breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor

We live for just these twenty years

Do we have to die for fifty more

All night - she wants the young American

It's all right - but she wants the young American

Do you remember president Nixon

Do you remember all the bills you have to pay

or even yesterday .................................

CThey pulled in just behind the fridge

He laysDm her down-he frowns

F"Gee my life's a funny thing

Am I Gstill too young"

CHe kissed her then and there

She took his ring, tDmook his babies

It tFook him minutes, took her nowhere

GHeaven knows she'dve taken anything

FAll nGight-she want s the young American

CYounDmg American, young American

she wants the young American

It's aFll Gright-but she wants the young American

Scanning life thru the picture window

She finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang

Heaven forbid she'll take anything

But the freak and his type-all for nothing

Misses a step and cuts his hand

Showing nothing he swoops like a song

She cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?"

All night-she want s the young American

Young American, young American

she wants the young American

It's all right-but she wants the young American

All the way from Washington

He breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor

"Live for just these twenty years

Do we have to die for the fifty more?"

All night-he want s the young American

Young American, young American

he wants the young American

It's all right-but he wants the young American...

AmDo you remember yGour PreCsident Nixon?

AmSo you remember Gthe bills youF have to pay

or even yestEerday?

DGGDA

DHave you been the un-American

EmJust you and your id singing falsetto 'bout

Gleather, leather everywhere and

Anot a myth left from the Ghetto

DWell, well, well would you carry a razor?

EmIn case, just in case of depression

GSit on your hands on a bus of survivors

ABlushing at all the afro-sheeners

Ain't that close to love?

Well ain't that poster love?

Well it ain't that brbie doll

Her hearts have been broken just like you

GAllA night-you want the young American

DYoung American, young American Em

you want the young American

It'sG allA right-you want the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

Pimps got a Caddy-lady got a Chrysler

Black's got respect-white's got his soul train

Mama's got cramps and look at your hands hey

"I heard the news today, oh boy"

I got-suite and you got defeat

Ain't there a man-who could say no more

Ain't there a woman-I can sock on the jaw

Ain't there a child-I can hold without judging

Ain't there a pen-that will write before they die

Ain't you proud-that you've still got faces

and ain't there one *** song that can make me

break down and cry...

All night-I want the young American

Young American, young American

I want the young American

It's all right-I want the young American

From: email protected (Jan Runesson)

Subject: CRD:Bowie - Young Americans, help needed

Here is a David Bowie song I tried to figure out the other day and this is

what I came up with. I am not sure I got everything correct. The G might

be a Gsus4 or something similar. Help me out here. Corrections are welcome!

CThey pulled in just behind the fridge

GHe laid her down - he frowns

DmGee my life's a funny thing

FAm I still too young

CHe kissed then and there

GShe took his ring took his babies

DmIt him minutes took her nowhere

FHeaven knows she'd've taken anything

EmAll nigF#mht - she wants the young American

EmIt's all rigF#mht - but she wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window

She finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang

Heaven forbid she'll taken anything

But the freak and his type - all for nothing

He misses a step and cuts his hand

Showing nothing he swoops like a song

She cries where have all papa's heroes gone

All night - she wants the young American

It's all right - but she wants the young American

All the way from Washington

Her breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor

We live for just these twenty years

Do we have to die for fifty more

All night - she wants the young American

It's all right - but she wants the young American

Do you remember president Nixon

Do you remember all the bills you have to pay

or even yesterday .................................

CThey pulled in just behind the fridge

He laysDm her down-he frowns

F"Gee my life's a funny thing

Am I Gstill too young"

CHe kissed her then and there

She took his ring, tDmook his babies

It tFook him minutes, took her nowhere

GHeaven knows she'dve taken anything

FAll nGight-she want s the young American

CYounDmg American, young American

she wants the young American

It's aFll Gright-but she wants the young American

Scanning life thru the picture window

She finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang

Heaven forbid she'll take anything

But the freak and his type-all for nothing

Misses a step and cuts his hand

Showing nothing he swoops like a song

She cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?"

All night-she want s the young American

Young American, young American

she wants the young American

It's all right-but she wants the young American

All the way from Washington

He breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor

"Live for just these twenty years

Do we have to die for the fifty more?"

All night-he want s the young American

Young American, young American

he wants the young American

It's all right-but he wants the young American...

AmDo you remember yGour PreCsident Nixon?

AmSo you remember Gthe bills youF have to pay

or even yestEerday?

DGGDA

DHave you been the un-American

EmJust you and your id singing falsetto 'bout

Gleather, leather everywhere and

Anot a myth left from the Ghetto

DWell, well, well would you carry a razor?

EmIn case, just in case of depression

GSit on your hands on a bus of survivors

ABlushing at all the afro-sheeners

Ain't that close to love?

Well ain't that poster love?

Well it ain't that brbie doll

Her hearts have been broken just like you

GAllA night-you want the young American

DYoung American, young American Em

you want the young American

It'sG allA right-you want the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

Pimps got a Caddy-lady got a Chrysler

Black's got respect-white's got his soul train

Mama's got cramps and look at your hands hey

"I heard the news today, oh boy"

I got-suite and you got defeat

Ain't there a man-who could say no more

Ain't there a woman-I can sock on the jaw

Ain't there a child-I can hold without judging

Ain't there a pen-that will write before they die

Ain't you proud-that you've still got faces

and ain't there one *** song that can make me

break down and cry...

All night-I want the young American

Young American, young American

I want the young American

It's all right-I want the young American

From: email protected (Jan Runesson)

Subject: CRD:Bowie - Young Americans, help needed

Here is a David Bowie song I tried to figure out the other day and this is

what I came up with. I am not sure I got everything correct. The G might

be a Gsus4 or something similar. Help me out here. Corrections are welcome!

CThey pulled in just behind the fridge

GHe laid her down - he frowns

DmGee my life's a funny thing

FAm I still too young

CHe kissed then and there

GShe took his ring took his babies

DmIt him minutes took her nowhere

FHeaven knows she'd've taken anything

EmAll nigF#mht - she wants the young American

EmIt's all rigF#mht - but she wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window

She finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang

Heaven forbid she'll taken anything

But the freak and his type - all for nothing

He misses a step and cuts his hand

Showing nothing he swoops like a song

She cries where have all papa's heroes gone

All night - she wants the young American

It's all right - but she wants the young American

All the way from Washington

Her breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor

We live for just these twenty years

Do we have to die for fifty more

All night - she wants the young American

It's all right - but she wants the young American

Do you remember president Nixon

Do you remember all the bills you have to pay

or even yesterday .................................

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The Cygnet Committee

Key: DHard

D/C

Bbm

DI bless you mD/Cadly

BmSadly Bbas I tie my sDhoe

I love you bD/Cadly

BmJust in tBbime, at times, I gDuessD/C

BeBmcause of yBbou I need to rDest D/C

BBmecause it's Bbyou that sets the tDest

EbSo much has gone and lBbmittle is new

BbmAnd as the spaArrow sings

Dawn chForus for

SBbmomeone else to hear

BbmThe thinker sAits alone

GrFowing oBbmlder

BbmAnd so bitter

FI gave Them life, I gave Them alBbml

They Cdrained my very sFmoul...dry

FI crushed my heart to ease Their pBbmains

No thoCught for me remFmains there Ab

BbmNothing can they Dbspare

What of mCe?

AmWho praised Their efforts to be free? F

WGords of strength and care and sympathy C

AmI open doors that would have blocked their way F

I bGraved Their cause to guide for little pay C

AmI ravaged at my finance just for Those F

Those whose claimGs were steeped in peace, tranquility C

AmThose who said a new world, new ways ever free F

Those whose promises stretched in hoGpe and grace for me.'' C

AmFG

DI bless you madlyD/C

SBmadly asBb I tie my shoe D

I love you badlyD/C

JBmust in timBbe, at times, I guess D D/C

BeBmcause of you IBb need to rest D D/C

BeBmcause it's you tBbhat sets the test D

EbSo much has gone and little Bbmis new

BbmAnd as the sunrisAe stream

FFlickers on me Bbm

My friends talk of Bbmglory, uAntold dream

Where alFl is God and God isBbm just a word

FWe had a friend, a talking man Bbm

Who spokCe of many powers tFmhat he had

NFot of the best of men but Ours Bbm

We uCsed him, We let him use his poFmwers Ab

We Bbmlet him fill our needDbs

Now we are strongC.

AmAnd the road is coming to its end F

NGow the damned have not time to make amends C

AmNo purse of token fortunes stands in Our way F

The sGilent guns of love will blast the sky C

AmWe broke the ruptured structure build of age F

Our weapGons were tongues of crying rage C

Where monAmey stood we planted seeds of rebirth F

And stabGbed the backs of fathers, sons of dirt C

InAmfiltrated business cesspools

Hating through Our sFleeves

Yea, and We slit Gthe Catholic throat

Stoned the poor on slogans Cas:

-Wish You Could HCear-

-Love Is All We Need-Am

-Kick Out The Jams- Am

-Kick Out Your MotherAm-

-CFut Up Your Friend-

-Screw Up Your Brother or He'll Get You In Gthe End-

And We KnoCw the Flag of Love is from Above Am

And We Can ForceF You to Be Free

And We Can ForceG You to Believe.'' C

And I close my eyes and tighten upAm my brain

For I once read a book in which the lovers were slFain

For they Knew not the words of the Free States' refrain,G

It said:G

IC Believe in the Power of Good

I BeAmlieve in the State of Love

I Will FighFt For the Right to be Right

I Will KilGl for the Good of the Fight for the Right to be Right.C'

And I open my eyes Amto look around F

And I see a child laid slain on the ground G

CAs a love machine lumbers Amthrough desolation rows

FPloughing down man, woman, Glistening to its command

But not heaCring anymore

Not hearAming anymore F

Just the shrieksG from the old rich

And I Want to BelievCe

In the madness that calls 'GNow'

And I Want to BelievCe

That a light is shining through somGehow

And I Want to BelievBbe

And You Want to Believe F

And We Want to BelievCe

And We Want to Live G

Oh, We Want to Live Ab

We Want to Live Bb

We Want to Live C

**Marching-Type Beat Configuration Appears

We Want to LiGve

We Want to Live Ab

We Want To Live Bb

I Want to Live C

I Want to Live G

I Want to LivAbe

I Want to LivBbe

I Want to Live C

I Want to Live G

LAbive

LBbive

LCive

**It Continues With The G-Ab-Bb-C Chords Until It

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Rock N Roll Suicide

Key: EEasy

Gtr I (E A D G) - 'Trevor Bolder - Bass'

Q=99

12/8

Gtr I

Wx4 Wx8 Wx7

3rd Verse

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Duration Legend

+ - note tied to previous; . - note dotted;

Duration letters will always appear directly above the note/fret number it represents the

duration for. Duration letters with no fret number below them represent rests.

Uncapitalized letters represent notes that are staccato (1/2 duration).

| (n) - note tied to previous

| /\ - slide into or out of (from/to "nowhere")

| s - legato slide

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Who Can I Be Now

Key: EbHard

Bb/A

Bb/G

Bb/F

Eb/E

F/F

F/Eb

F/D

F/C

Eb/D

EbFDEb

EbFBb

Eb Everybody's raiFsed in bliBbndness F

Eb EverybodyF knows it's tBbrue F

Gm Everybody GmfeeFls that eveGmrytFhing is GmreaEl

Eb Any body's pDoint of vGmiew Gm F

Eb Nobody can brFeak their bonBbdage F

Eb Everyone can fFeel their chBbains F

Gm But even in my GmlifFe, I kGmnewF you found your sGmighEt

Eb And nothing would be quDite the sGmame Gm F

GmPleEbase help me

BbWhoBb/A Bb/Gcan I Bb/Fbe EbnowEb/E? F You foF/Fund me

GmWhoGm F Gm Eb can I Cbe? FFelF/Ebl apart,F/D you found me

BbNowBb/A Bb/Gcan I Bb/Fbe EbnowEb/E? F You foF/Fund me

GmNowGm F Gm Eb Ccan I be rFealF/Eb? F/D

F/C Can I be rEbeal?F

D (Somebody rEbeal)F Bb

EbHmm, if it's aFll a vast crBbeationF

Eb Putting on a Fface that's new Bb F

Gm Someone has toGm seFe, a GmrolFe for him and Gmme E

Eb Someone might as Eb/Dwell be yGmou Gm F

Eb Up in heaFven, any aBbngel F

Eb Writes a spFecial game to Bbplay F

Oh Gmoh, could we, could we

Make a sGmtarF to GmsnaFtch their angels, GmboyE?

Eb Played your role Dfor every dGmay Gm F Gm Eb

GmPleEbase help me

BbWhoBb/A Bb/Gcan I Bb/Fbe EbnowEb/E? F You foF/Fund me

GmWhoGm F Gm Eb can I Cbe? FFelF/Ebl apart,F/D you found me

BbNowBb/A Bb/Gcan I Bb/Fbe EbnowEb/E? F You foF/Fund me

GmNowGm F Gm Eb Ccan I be rFealF/Eb? F/D F/C

BbWhoBb/A Bb/Gcan I Bb/Fbe EbnowEb/E? F You foF/Fund me

GmWhoGm F Gm Eb can I Cbe? FFelF/Ebl apart,F/D you found me

BbNowBb/A Bb/Gcan I Bb/Fbe EbnowEb/E? F You foF/Fund me

GmNowGm F Gm Eb Ccan I be rFealF/Eb? F/D F/C

BbBb/ABb/GBb/FEbEb/EFF/F

GmGm

FGmEbCFF/EbF/DF/C

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Baals Hymn

Key: EmHard

C/E

G/D

Cmaj7

Bbm

Bb/D

G/B

Em Whilst his mother's womb contained the growingC Baal

Even then the sky was waiting quiet and BmpalDe

Naked, young, immensely Ammarvellous

Like Baal loved B7it, when he came to Emus

Em That same sky remained with him in joy and Ccare

Even when Baal slept peaceful and BmunaDware

At night a lilac sky, a Amdrunken Baal

Turning B7pious as the sky grows Empale

Em So through hospital, cathedral, whiskeyC bar

Baal kept moving onwards and just let BmthiDngs goBm

When Baal's tired, boys, Baal cannAmot fall far

He will have his B7skyD down there beEmlow

LINK 1

EmC/EG/DCmaj7Cm

Fm When the sinners congregate in shame toDbgether

Baal lay naked, revelling in their diCmstress

Only Absky, a sky that will go on forBbmever

Formed a C7blanket for his nakedFmness

Fm And that lusty girl, the world, who'll laugh and Dbyield

To the men who'll stand the pressure of her Cmthighs

Sometimes Abgave him love-bites, such as can't be Bbmhealed

Baal surC7vived it, he just used his Fmeyes

Fm And when Baal saw lots of corpses scattered Dbround

He felt twice the thrill, despite the lack of CmrooEbm

"Space enAbough" said Baal, "they're not Bbmthick on the ground

Space eC7nough within this woman's Fmwomb"

LINK 2

FmC/ECmEbBb/DBbmDbC7C7

EmAny vice for Baal has got its useful Cside

It's the man who practice it, he Bmcan't abide

Vices have their point, once you Amsee it as such

Stick to B7two for one will be too Emmuch

Em Slackness, softness are the sort of things to Cshun

Nothing could be harder than the G/Dquest for G/Bfun

Lots of strength is needed and exAmperCience too

Swollen bellies can emB7barDrass youEm

LINK 3

EmC/EG/DCmaj7Cm

Fm Under gloomy stars and this poor veil of Dbtears

Baal will graze a pasture till it disapCmpeaEbrs

Once it's been digested to the forest's Bbmteeth

Baal trod C7singing for a well earned Fmsleep

Fm Baal can spot the vultures in the stormy Dbsky

As they wait up there to see if Baal will CmdieEb

Sometimes AbBaal pretends he's dead, but vultures Bbmswoop

Baal in C7silence dines on vultFmure-soup

Fm When the dark womb drags him down to its Dbprize

What's the world still mean to Baal, he's overCmfedEb

So much Absky is lurking still behind his Bbmeyes

He'll just C7have enough sky when he's Fmdead

LINK 4

FmC/ECmEbBb/DBbmDbC7C7

Em Once the Earth's dark womb engulfed the rotting CBaal

Even then the sky was up there, quiet and BmpalDe

Naked, young, immensely Ammarvellous

B7 Like Baal loved it when he lived with Emus

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We Are The Dead

Key: GmHard

Gm7

GmBbF

GmSomething kind of Bbhit me toFday, I looked at you and

DmWondered if you Dsaw things my Ebway Bb

FPeople will Dhold us to Gmblame

It Gm7hit me toEbday, it Chit me toFday

We're Gmtaking it Bbhard all the Ftime

Why don't we pass it Dmby, just Dreply you've Ebchanged your mindBb

We're Ffighting with the Deyes of the Gmblind

Gm7Taking it Ebhard, Ctaking it Fhard, yet Ebnow Dm Bb

We Abfeel that we are Gbpaper, Fchoking on you nightCly

They Bbtell me son, we Abwant you, be eGblusive, but don't Fwalk far

For we're Cbreaking in the Bbnew boys, Abdeceive your next of Gbkin

For you're Fdancing where the Cdogs decay, Bbdefecating Abecstasy

You're just an Gbally of the Fleecher

LoCcator for the Bbvirgin King, but I Ablove you in your Gbfuck me pumps

And your Fnimble dress that Ctrails

Oh, Bbdress yourself, my Aburchin one, for I Gbhear them on the Frails

Because of Call we've seenBb, because of Aball we've said

GbWe are the DdeaCd D C

GmOne thing kind of Bbtouched me toFday

I looked at you and Dmcounted all theD times we hadEb laiBbd

FPressing our Dlove through the Gmnight

Gm7Knowing it's Ebright, Cknowing it's Fright

GmNow I'm hoping Bbsome one will Fcare

Living on the Dmbreath of a Dhope to be EbsharedBb

FTrusting on the Dsons of our Gmlove

That Gm7someone will Ebcare, Csomeone will Fcare, but Ebnow Dm Bb

We're toAbday's scrambled Gbcreatures, Flocked in tomorrow's double Cfeature

BbHeaven's on the Abpillow, its Gbsilence competes Fwith hell

It's a Ctwenty four hour Bbservice, guaranAbteed to make you Gbtell

And the Fstreets are full of Cpress men

Bent on Bbgetting hung and Abburied

And the Gblegendary Fcurtains are Cdrawn round Baby BbBankrupt

Who Absucks you while you're Gbsleeping

It's the Ftheater of fiCnanciers

Count them, Bbfifty round a Abtable

GbWhite and dressed to Fkill

Oh caCress yourself, my Bbjuicy

For my Abhands have all but Gbwithered

Oh Fdress yourself my Curchin one, for I Bbhear them on the Abstairs

Because of Gball we've seenF

CBecause of Bball we've said

DWe are the CdeadD

CWe are the DdeadC D

CWe are the DdeadC D C

GmBbF

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Helden

Key: DMedium

C/G

Song: Helden ("Heroes")

Written: D. Bowie, B. Eno, A. Maas

Album: Heroes E.P. (1977) English/German version

Tempo: 4|4

Style: Accompaniment as downward strums, 8 beats to the bar

C/G

DGDG

DI -

I will be Gking,

And Dyou,

You will be Gqueen.

Though C/Gnothing will,

Drive them Daway.

We can C/Gbeat them,

GJust for oneD day.

We can be Amheroes,

EmJust for one dDay

And Dyou,

You can be Gmean.

And DI,

I'll drink all the Gtime.

'Cause C/Gwe're lovers,

And that is a Dfact.

Yes C/Gwe're lovers,

GAnd that is Dthat.

Though Dnothing,

Will keep us toGgether.

We could steal Dtime,

GJust for one Dday.

We can be Amheroes,

EmFor ever and Dever.

What d'you say? (Spoken)

DDu -

Koenntest du Gschwimmen,

Wie DDelphine.

Delphine es Gtun,

Niemand C/Ggibt uns eine DChance.

Doch C/Gwir koennen siegen,

GFuer immer undD immer.

Und wir sind dann AmHelden,

EmFuer einem TDag.

:: Instrumental ::

DGDG

DIch, -

Ich bin dann GKoenig.

Und Ddu,

Du KoeniGgin.

Obwohl C/Gsie,

Unschlagbar Dscheinen.

Werden wir C/GHelden,

GFuer einen DTag.

Wir Amsind dann wir,

EmAn diesem DTag.

DIch, -

Ich glaubte zu Gträumen. (sie träumen)

Die DMauer,

GIm Ruecken war kalt. (so kalt)

DSchuesse reissen die GLuft, (reissen die Luft)

Doch wir Dkuessen.

Als ob nichts Ggeschieht, (nichts geschieht)

Und die C/GScham fiel auf Dihre Seite.

O wir koennen sie Amschlagen,

Fuer Emalle Zeiten.

Dann sind wir C/GHelden,

GNur diesen DTag.

Instrumental REFRAIN:

DDann sind wir GHelden.

DDann sind wir GHelden,

DDann sind wir GHelden.

Nur diesen DTag,

Dann sind wir GHelden.

DWe're noGthing,

And Dnothing will help Gus.

C/GMaybe we're lyDing,

Then C/Gyou betGter not Dstay.

But we could be Amsafer,

EmJust for one Dday.

DOh-oh-ohGâ...(Fade)

End

1. This was a 1977 German release, 12": RCA / PC-9821 (GER),

??Heroes'"/"'Helden'" (English/German version) ? 6:09.

2. ?Guitarist Robert Fripp of King Crimson provided a harder-edged sound on ?Heroes.? Quotation marks

were used around the title to express irony. Like ?Low,? ?Heroes? was recorded at Hansa Studios,

known at the time as ?Hansa by the Wallâ? for its proximity to the imposing structure that divided

West from East Berlin. The view from the control room would inspire Bowie to write the title track.

3. Depending on your preference, the timbre of the guitar sounds more suitably sonorous, with strummed

chords in the second position.

4. I'll provide the English translation, if required? :-R

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Even A Fool Learns To Love

Key: FHard

F/C

Fmaj7

Cm7

Bbmaj7

Am7

Gm7

C/Bb

Dm7

Verse 1

There was a tFime, a happy AmtimEe,

I took my CmheaEbrt ...to every pD7arty,

D7sus4 They'd point my Gmway, "How are you to - GmdayF?"

"Will you make us C7lauEgh, chase our bF4lues a - wFay?"

TF/Cheir fuFnny man Fmaj7 ....won't let them Cm7downF, F7

No, I'd dBbance and prance, and be their clown,

That tF/Cime, a happy tCime, that eC7ven a GmfooFl--- learns to lFove!

Verse 2

The clFown ...turned a - AmrouEnd,

And saw her CmsmiEble, ...oh, how she loD7ved me, D7sus4

She'd clap her hGmands, and beg me GmstaFy,

To make her C7lauEgh, to make her lF4ife gay,F

Who wF/Cants the lFove Fmaj7 ...of all the Cm7worlFd, F7

When here was lBbove in the eyes of just one girl?

That F/Cday, that precious dCay, when eC7ven a GmfooFl--- learns to lFove!

Verse 3

But, Amoh, C7how I dreaFmed, Fmaj7 a marvelous Cm7dreaFm,

Where aF7ll of the heBbavens, or Bbmaj7so it had seBbemed,

With thAm7underous ap - pGm7lause, looked down from a - bCove,

On a cC/Bblown and an aAmngel Am7so much in lDmove, Dm7

I'll stay with my dGm7ream, it takes such a drCeam,

And eC7ven a GmfooFl---- learns to lFove!

Verse 4

That dFay, ...that hateful AmdayE,

The joke turned CmstaEble, ...the game was oD7ver, D7sus4

Those spiteful wGmords, "Oh, go a - GmwayF!

Who wants to C7plaEy? It's getting lF4ate now!" F

F/C My woFrld, Fmaj7 ...my funny wCm7orldF, F7

Had lost its mBbask, and shown a broken heart,

A F/Ctime, a sour tiCme, when eC7ven a GmfooFl---- learns to lFove!

Verse 5

But, Amoh, C7how I dreaFmed, Fmaj7 a marvelous Cm7dreaFm,

Where aF7ll of the heBbavens, or Bbmaj7so it had seBbemed,

With thAm7underous ap - plGm7ause, looked down from a - bCove,

On a C/Bbclown and an aAmngel Am7so much in lDmove, Dm7

I'll stay with my dGm7ream, it takes such a drCeam,

And eC7ven a GmfooFl---- learns to lFove!

||: With thuF7nderous ap - plGm7ause, looked down from a - bCove,

On a C/Bbclown and an aAmngel Am7so much in lDmove, Dm7

I'll stay with my dGm7ream, it takes such a drCeam,

And eC7ven a GmfooFl---- learns to lFove! :|| Repeat

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I Would Be Your Slave

Key: FCapo 1Hard

Gsus4

Abm

Fsus2

Em7

F6F6E7

F6F6GGsus4G

F6F6E7

F6F6GGsus4G

F6F6E7F6

F6Walking in the Gsnowy street Gsus4 G F6

F6Let me underE7stand F6

F6Drifting down a Gsilent park Gsus4 G F6

F6Stumbling over E7land. F6

F6Open up your Gheart to me Am

AmShow me who you Gare Bm G C

CAnd I would be your F6slave E7

F6F6GGsus4G

F6F6E7F6

F6Do you sleep in Gquietude? Gsus4 G F6

F6Do you walk in E7peace? F6

F6Do you laugh out Gloud at me?Gsus4 G F6

F6No one else that is E7free F6

F6Open up your Gheart to me Am

AmShow me who you Gare Bm G C

CAnd I would be your F6slave E7

F6F6GGsus4G

Abm I don't sit around and Gwait Abm

AbmI don't give a Gdamn

Fsus2I don't see the Ampoint at all

G7sus4No footprints in the Fmsand Am

AmI bet you laugh out Gloud at me Bm G F

FA chance to strike me Emdown

AmGive me peace of Gmind at last Bm G F

FShow me all you Em7are Am

AmOpen up your Gheart to me Bm G C

CAnd I would be your F6slave E7

F6F6GGsus4G

F6F6E7

F6F6GGsus4G

F6F6E7

intermission

Abm I don't sit around and waGit Abm

AbmI don't give a Gdamn

Fsus2I don't see the Ampoint at all

G7sus4No footprints in the Fmsand Am

AmI would give you Gall my love Bm G F

FNothing else is Emfree Am

AmOpen up your Gheart to me Bm G C

CAnd I would be your F6slave E7

F6F6GGsus4G

F6F6E7

F6F6GGsus4G

F6E7

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10.

Something In The Air

Key: GmHard

Eb/G

Eb6

Ebmaj7

Bbm

F/A

Eb/GYour coat and hat are Eb6goneG

Ebmaj7I reallGy can't look at your lEb6ittlGe empty sEbmaj7helf G

DmA ragged teddy bear

FIt feels like we Dmnever had a chance

FDon't look me in the eye

Eb/GWe lay in each other's Eb6armsG

Ebmaj7But theG room is jEb6ust Gan empty sEbmaj7pace G

DmI guess we lived it out

FSomething in the air

DmWe smile too fast

FAnd can't think of a thing to Bbmsay

LiF/Aved with the best times

AbLeft with the Ebworst

GbDanced with you Ftoo long

GbNothing left to Fsay

BbmLet's take what we F/Acan

AbI know you'll hold your Ebhead up high

GbWe've raged for Fthe last time

GbA place of no Freturn

And there's something in the Bbair

Dm SAomething in Gmmy eye

I've Gbdanced with you Ftoo longBb

YeaDmh A

Something in Gmthe air

GbSomething in Fmy eyeBb

Eb/GAbracadoo,Eb6I loGse you

Ebmaj7 We cGan't avEb6oid Gthe clasEbmaj7h G

DmThe big mistake

FNow we're going to pay and pay

DmThe sentence of our lives

FCan't believe I'm asking you to Eb/Ggo

Eb6We uGsed what we cEbmaj7ould G

To get the Eb6thinGgs we waEbmaj7nt G

DmBut we lost each other Fon the way

DmI guess you know I Fnever wanted anyone more than Bbmyou

Lived with the F/Abest times

AbLeft with the Ebworst

GbI've danced with you Ftoo long

GbSay what you Fwill

There's something in the Bbmair

F/ARaged for the last time

AbBut I know you'll hold your Ebhead up high

GbThere's nothing we Fhave to say

GbThere's nothing in our Feyes

But there's something in Bbthe air Dm A

GmSomething in my eye

I Gbdanced with you Ftoo lonBbg

DmTheAre's something I have Gmto say

There's Gbsomething in Fthe airBb

DmSomAething in my Gmeye!Gb F

BbDmAGmGbF

BbI've danced with you DmtooA long Gm Gb F

BbDanced with you DmtooA long Gm Gb

FDanced with you Bbtoo long

DmAndA there's something in the Gmair

GbSomething in the Fair Bb Dm A Gm Gb F

ENDING CHORD: Bb

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