Subject: Lyric/Chord Assist - Phil Brown From: GUEST,Greycap Date: 14 Oct 01 - 10:02 AM Can anyone help with chords & lyrics for this fine song which I have just heard written by David Mallet? Thanks in advance |
Subject: RE: Lyric/Chord Assist - Phil Brown From: Sorcha Date: 14 Oct 01 - 10:35 AM Kendall posted part of them in this thread. Maybe we could get him to post all of it? |
Subject: RE: Lyric/Chord Assist - Phil Brown From: 53 Date: 14 Oct 01 - 11:37 AM i have never heard of the song, sorry, bob. |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: PHIL BROWN (David Mallett) From: John Hardly Date: 14 Oct 01 - 12:29 PM Key of A but played with a capo on the second fret and fingered as if in the key of G (all chords listed below reflect this) Constant up-down gentle strumming pattern throughout.
Phil Brown
[G]…and I knew a [C] painter, [D/F#] in my [Em] younger days
And he'd come to [D]town with his [Em]old wool hat pulled [Bm]down
And I knew a painter, in my reckless days
And long through the night
[D] But he could paint a [C] picture, and [G] he could capture life
Someone boarded up the house he lived in
And all through the night |
Subject: RE: Lyric/Chord Assist - Phil Brown From: kendall Date: 14 Oct 01 - 01:09 PM Good job, but one tiny mistake. Some one BOUGHT the house etc. |
Subject: RE: Lyric/Chord Assist - Phil Brown From: John Hardly Date: 14 Oct 01 - 01:14 PM Hey Kendall! glad you came in with the correction. Funny, I was taking the lyrics straight from the notes from "Parallel Lives" and my mind still over-rode my eyes. Of course it makes little sense unless sung in the correct way. By the way, do you play it capoed as I suggest, or in A? I ask because I chose the way I did because I noticed the non-tonic base note in the E chord. Still I wonder if all the hammer-ons he does fall to the first position A chord. |
Subject: RE: Lyric/Chord Assist - Phil Brown From: GUEST,Greycap Date: 14 Oct 01 - 01:37 PM Folks, I'm grateful and impressed - can I buy the beers sometime? Thank you. |
Subject: RE: Lyric/Chord Assist - Phil Brown From: kendall Date: 15 Oct 01 - 09:02 AM I play it in G, no capo. Dave has the busiest fingers I ever saw, man can he pick. |
Subject: RE: Lyric/Chord Assist - Phil Brown From: LR Mole Date: 15 Oct 01 - 11:02 AM I have no idea why, but from the first time I heard the song I pictured Phil living in a converted Esso station--not unheard of up there in Me. But then where did the friends come from? Sort of a contextural Mondegreen, I suppose. |
Subject: RE: Lyric/Chord Assist - Phil Brown From: kendall Date: 15 Oct 01 - 12:23 PM He had no friends, just the dogs who followed him to town. He was the town drunk. |
Subject: RE: Lyric/Chord Assist - Phil Brown From: John Hardly Date: 15 Oct 01 - 12:54 PM First time I ever heard it I nearly cried. Great writing...pared down to the essentials to convey emotion. |
Subject: RE: Lyric/Chord Assist - Phil Brown From: GUEST,Greycap Date: 15 Oct 01 - 01:03 PM Yeah, I nearly cried, I'm not ashamed to show emotion like that with a good song. You know the sort of thing where your nasal hairs start to prickle and you sort of choke up. Steve Goodman's 'My Old Man' gets me every time I play it - since my old Dad went, I can't really finish it on stage too well. |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chord Req: Phil Brown (David Mallett) From: GUEST,Julie J... Date: 24 May 12 - 12:54 PM I'm listening to Davids inches and miles cd now... Any one know the chords to "hard light"or "sweet bird of youth?" |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chord Req: Phil Brown (David Mallett) From: GUEST Date: 06 Feb 16 - 12:25 PM Lovely song. A few small suggestions here: Phil Brown David Mallett (G) I knew a (C)painter (D)in my younger (Em)days, A (Bm)man who lived with (C)brushes, sticks and (G)stones. (D/F#) (G)His days were filled with (C)canvas scenes Of (D)browns and blues and (Em)meadow greens, And the (Bm)world just passed on (C)by his (G)door. He (D)lived, but (D7)lived a(G)lone. (G4) (G) (G4) And (G)he'd come to (D)town with his (Em)old wool hat pulled (Bm)down, Sur(C)rounded by the (G)dogs that were his (D)friends. At (G)times too drunk to (D)stand, he'd (Em)shake familiar hands(Bm) (C) And sit around the (G)Esso station 'til his (D)loneliness would (G)end. And I knew a (C)painter, (D)in my reckless (Em)days, (Bm)Bristle bearded and (C)humble on his (G)feet. (D/F#) A (G)sympathetic, (C)sad old elf, He (D)knew me better than I (Em)knew myself In the (Bm)last days of my (C)boy(G)hood, In the (D)time u(D7)pon the (G)street. (G4) (G) (G4) And (G)long through the (D)night, a (Em)faded yellow (Bm)light Would (C)burn inside the (G)room where he would (D)stand. And (G)play the old vic(D)trola (Em) and drink his rusty (Bm)wine And con(C)duct the Mozart (G)music with his (D)heart and (D7)shaking (G)hand. (G4) (G) (D) But he could paint a picture, (G) and he could capture life, (D) And no one ever (D/C)felt things more than (G)he. (G4) (G) (Gadd9) (D) He was never much for (D/C)roses, (G) he'd sooner (D/F#)paint the(Em) thorns, (Em/D) 'Cause he (C)found a keener beauty there that no one else could (D)see. (hold) (G) Someone bought the (C)house he lived in (D) And painted up the (Em)room he died in, And (Bm)swept away the cob(C)webs and the (G)dust from off the floor.(D) The (G)children laugh, the (C)seasons run, Young (D)lovers roll in (Em)midnight fun. But (Bm)no one loves more (C)than the (G)one Who (D)paints the (D7)world no (G)more. And long through the (D)night, a (Em)faded yellow (Bm)light Would (C)burn inside the (G)room where he would (D)stand. And (G)play the old vic(D)trola (Em) and drink his rusty (Bm)(hold)wine And con(C)duct the Mozart (G)music with his (D)heart and (D7)shaking (G)hand. (D) (D7) (G) (C) (D) (D7) (G) (C) (D) (G) (Em) (C) (D) (G) © Dave Mallet, All Rights Reserved Couple of bars of Mozart´s 'A Little Night Music' there as an outro, I hum the strains. janhauenstein@gmx.de |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chord Req: Phil Brown (David Mallett) From: GUEST Date: 23 Feb 16 - 11:30 AM Have them, Julie - the chords should work, may have misheard a word or three, though. Hard Light David Mallett (G) (Bm) (C) (G) (Bm) (C) (D) (G) (Bm) (C) (G) (Bm) (C) (G) It´s so warm and it´s (Bm)so nice To (C)lie here in your (G)harbor, (C)(G) And you tell me (Bm)all the things That you (C)know I need to (D)hear. (G) Let us rest and (Bm)do our best To for(C)get the coming (G)morning, (C)´Cause the (G)hard light of the (Bm)truth of things, ´Tis the (C)only (D)thing I (G)fear. (C)(G) (C) (G) You can walk in (Bm)satin shoes And (C)I can march, a (G)warrior, (C)(G) Straight into your (Bm)waiting arms Where (C)virtue has no (D)price. (G) Together at the (Bm)birth of love, The (C)season falls a(G)round us, (C)(G) So make it last, the (Bm)night must pass Through the (C)fire (D) and the (G)ice. (Em) (D) (Em) (D) (C) (Em) (D) (Em) (D) (G) ´Cause I have seen the (Bm)lonely ones Who (C)stand on in this (G)corner, (C)(G) Homeless in their ho(Bm)mes Where days are (C)dark and hearts do (D)die, (C)And I´ve (G)heard tales of for(Bm)ever, And I can (C)see what we are (G)after, (C)(G) But in between the (Bm)laughter, I hear (C)echoes (D) of good(G)bye. Because it´s so nice and (Bm)so warm To (C)lie here in your (G)harbor, (C)(G) And you tell me (Bm)all the things That you (C)know I need to (D)hear. (G) So let us rest and (Bm)do our best To for(C)get the coming (G)morning, (C)´Cause the (G)hard light of the (Bm)truth of things, ´Tis the (C)only (D)thing I (G)fear. (Em) (D) (Em) (D) (G) © David Mallett, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de Sweet Bird Of Youth David Mallett Capo 2nd fret (G) (C) (G) (D) (G)(hold) Sweet bird of (G)youth, don´t pass me by, Don´t take the one thing left for time to (C)try, Don´t leave me (G)grounded, teach me to (D)fly, Sweet bird of (G)youth, (D) don´t pass me (G)by. (hold) Flower of (G)spring, don´t let me down, Don´t let your petals fall upon the (C)ground, Don´t let your (G)bright green apples turn to (D)brown, Flower of (G)spring, (D) don´t let me (G)down. Turn back the yea(D)rs, turn back the (G)time, Bring back the (C)pleasures that once brought me peace of (G)mind, Take me away u(G4)pon (G)some jour(G4)ney (G)through (Gadd2)the (Em)past, Because my (C)race is run and my time´s been done too (D)fast. (hold) And rolling (G)river, take me away, I heard you travel along to brighter (C)days, And I´d like to (G)ride upon the crest of some young (D)wave, Rolling (G)river, (D) take me a(G)way. (Em) (D) (G) (Em) (D) (G) (Bm) (C) (D/A) (C) (G/B) (Am) (G) (D) (hold) Sweet bird of (G)youth, don´t pass me by, Don´t take the one thing left for time to (C)try, Don´t leave me (G)grounded, teach me to (D)fly, Sweet bird of (G)youth, (D) don´t pass me (G)by, Teach me to (C)fly, Sweet bird of (G)youth, (D) don´t pass me (G)by. (C) (G) (C) (G/B) (Am) (D) (G) © David Mallett, All Rights Reserved The way I play it. janhauenstein@gmx.de |
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