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#From: "Abe Klagsbrun"
#Date: Sun, 19 Nov 1995 23:19:47 -08:0
#Subject: CRD: Throwing Stones - Grateful Dead
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#THROWING STONES
#Performed by the Grateful Dead on the Album In the Dark
#By: Weir/Barlow
#This version chorded by: Abe Klagsbrun [email protected]
#11/18/95
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#INTRO - A RIFF
[Bm]Picture a br[A]ight blue ball just s[E]pinning spinning f[A]ree,D[Bm]izzy wi[G]th etern[A]ity
[Em7]Painted with a skin of sky brush in some c[A]louds and [Em7]sea
[Bm]Call it home to you and [A]me
[Bm]A peaceful p[A]lace or so it l[E]ooks from sp[A]ace.
[Bm]A closer look re[G]veals the human ra[A]ce
[Em7]Full of hope full of grace is the h[A]uman f[Em7]ace
[Bm]But afraid we may lay our home to w[A]aste
There's a f[E]ear down hear we c[D]an't fo[A]rget. [E]Hasn't got a [D]name just [A]yet
[E]Always awake alw[D]ays ar[A]ound, singing' a[E]shes ashes a[D]ll fall [A]down
[Bm]Now watch the ba[A]ll revolves as the n[E]ighttime fa[A]lls
[Bm]And again the h[G]unt begins, and ag[A]ain the blood wind calls
[Em7]By and by again, the mor[A]ning sun will ri[Em7]se.
But the [Bm]darkness never goes from some men's [A]eyes
[Bm]It strolls the sid[A]ewalks and it r[E]olls the str[A]eets
[Bm]Staking turf d[G]ividing up [A]meat
[Em7]Nightmare spook p[A]eace of [Em7]heat, [Bm]you and me, you an[A]d me
[E]Flash switch blade in the g[D]hetto ni[A]ght. R[E]udies looking f[D]or a fi[A]ght
[E]Ratcat alley r[D]oll them b[A]ones, n[E]eed that cash to f[D]eed that j[A]ones
[E]And the politicians th[D]rowing sto[A]nes
[E]Singing ashes ashes a[D]ll fall d[A]own. [E]Ashes ashes all fall down
[C#m]Commissars and p[A]instripe bosses r[E]oll the dice.
[Bm]Anyway they fall gu[A]ess who gets to [E]pay the price?[E] [A] [E]
[E]Money green [A]or proletarian g[E]rey, selling g[Bm]uns instead of food t[A]oday[G] [A]
So the k[E]ids they dance and s[D]hake their bo[A]nes
And the [E]politicians t[D]hrowing s[A]tones
Singing as[E]hes ashes a[D]ll fall d[A]own. [E]Ashes Ashes all fall down.
[Bm]Heartless powers t[A]ry to tell us w[E]hat to thi[A]nk
[Bm]If the spirit's s[G]leeping then the flesh is i[A]nk
[Em7]History's page will be ne[A]atly carved in s[Em7]tone
[Bm]The future's here, we are it, we are [A]on our own. A D A JAM
[C#m]If the game is l[A]ost, then we're a[E]ll the same.
[Bm]No one left to pla[A]ce or t[E]ake the blame [A]
[E]We will leave this pl[A]ace an empty st[E]one
Or a s[F#m]hining ball of [Bm]blue we can c[A]all our home
So the k[E]ids they dance and s[D]hake their [A]bones
And the p[E]oliticians th[D]rowing st[A]ones.
Singing a[E]shes ashes al[D]l fall d[A]own. A[E]shes ashes all fall down
Shipping powders back and forth.
Singing black goes south and white comes north
And the whole world full of petty wars.
Singing I got mine and you got yours
While the latest fashions set the pace.
Lose your step fall out of grace
The radical he rant and rage.
Singing someone got to turn the page
And the rich man in his summer home.
Singing just leave well enough alone.
But his pants are down, his covers blown.
And the politicians throwing stones
So the kids they dance and shake their bones
Cause it's all too clear we're on our own
Singing ashes ashes all fall down, Ashes ashes all fall down
[Bm]Picture a [A]bright blue ball just sp[E]inning spinning f[A]ree.
[Bm]It's dizzying[G], the possibiliti[A]es. Ashes ashes all fall down ....
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
##This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
#From: "Abe Klagsbrun"
#Date: Sun, 19 Nov 1995 23:19:47 -08:0
#Subject: CRD: Throwing Stones - Grateful Dead
#
#THROWING STONES
#Performed by the Grateful Dead on the Album In the Dark
#By: Weir/Barlow
#This version chorded by: Abe Klagsbrun [email protected]
#11/18/95
#
#INTRO - A RIFF
[Bm]Picture a br[A]ight blue ball just s[E]pinning spinning f[A]ree,D[Bm]izzy wi[G]th etern[A]ity
[Em7]Painted with a skin of sky brush in some c[A]louds and [Em7]sea
[Bm]Call it home to you and [A]me
[Bm]A peaceful p[A]lace or so it l[E]ooks from sp[A]ace.
[Bm]A closer look re[G]veals the human ra[A]ce
[Em7]Full of hope full of grace is the h[A]uman f[Em7]ace
[Bm]But afraid we may lay our home to w[A]aste
There's a f[E]ear down hear we c[D]an't fo[A]rget. [E]Hasn't got a [D]name just [A]yet
[E]Always awake alw[D]ays ar[A]ound, singing' a[E]shes ashes a[D]ll fall [A]down
[Bm]Now watch the ba[A]ll revolves as the n[E]ighttime fa[A]lls
[Bm]And again the h[G]unt begins, and ag[A]ain the blood wind calls
[Em7]By and by again, the mor[A]ning sun will ri[Em7]se.
But the [Bm]darkness never goes from some men's [A]eyes
[Bm]It strolls the sid[A]ewalks and it r[E]olls the str[A]eets
[Bm]Staking turf d[G]ividing up [A]meat
[Em7]Nightmare spook p[A]eace of [Em7]heat, [Bm]you and me, you an[A]d me
[E]Flash switch blade in the g[D]hetto ni[A]ght. R[E]udies looking f[D]or a fi[A]ght
[E]Ratcat alley r[D]oll them b[A]ones, n[E]eed that cash to f[D]eed that j[A]ones
[E]And the politicians th[D]rowing sto[A]nes
[E]Singing ashes ashes a[D]ll fall d[A]own. [E]Ashes ashes all fall down
[C#m]Commissars and p[A]instripe bosses r[E]oll the dice.
[Bm]Anyway they fall gu[A]ess who gets to [E]pay the price?[E] [A] [E]
[E]Money green [A]or proletarian g[E]rey, selling g[Bm]uns instead of food t[A]oday[G] [A]
So the k[E]ids they dance and s[D]hake their bo[A]nes
And the [E]politicians t[D]hrowing s[A]tones
Singing as[E]hes ashes a[D]ll fall d[A]own. [E]Ashes Ashes all fall down.
[Bm]Heartless powers t[A]ry to tell us w[E]hat to thi[A]nk
[Bm]If the spirit's s[G]leeping then the flesh is i[A]nk
[Em7]History's page will be ne[A]atly carved in s[Em7]tone
[Bm]The future's here, we are it, we are [A]on our own. A D A JAM
[C#m]If the game is l[A]ost, then we're a[E]ll the same.
[Bm]No one left to pla[A]ce or t[E]ake the blame [A]
[E]We will leave this pl[A]ace an empty st[E]one
Or a s[F#m]hining ball of [Bm]blue we can c[A]all our home
So the k[E]ids they dance and s[D]hake their [A]bones
And the p[E]oliticians th[D]rowing st[A]ones.
Singing a[E]shes ashes al[D]l fall d[A]own. A[E]shes ashes all fall down
Shipping powders back and forth.
Singing black goes south and white comes north
And the whole world full of petty wars.
Singing I got mine and you got yours
While the latest fashions set the pace.
Lose your step fall out of grace
The radical he rant and rage.
Singing someone got to turn the page
And the rich man in his summer home.
Singing just leave well enough alone.
But his pants are down, his covers blown.
And the politicians throwing stones
So the kids they dance and shake their bones
Cause it's all too clear we're on our own
Singing ashes ashes all fall down, Ashes ashes all fall down
[Bm]Picture a [A]bright blue ball just sp[E]inning spinning f[A]ree.
[Bm]It's dizzying[G], the possibiliti[A]es. Ashes ashes all fall down ....
