Biography:
Gene Clark, born Harold Eugene Clark (born Tipton, Missouri, November 17, 1944[1] - May 24, 1991) was an American singer-songwriter, and one of the founding members of the folk-rock group The Byrds.
Gene Clark is best remembered for being The Byrds main songwriter between 1964 and 1966. He created a large catalogue of music in several genres but failed to achieve solo commercial success. Clark was one of the earliest exponents of psychedelic rock, baroque pop, newgrass, country rock and alternative country.
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Other songs:
- 1975
- After The Storm
- All I Want
- Almost Saturday Night
- Are We Still Making Love
- Back Street Mirror
- Because Of You
- Blue Raven
- Bowed My Head Cried Holy
- Carry On
- Changes
- Crazy Ladies
- Dangerous Games
- Dark Of My Moon
- Day For Night
- Del Gato
- Denver Or Wherever
- Doctor Doctor
- Dont It Make You Want To Go Home
- Down On The Pier
- Dragons Eye
- Echoes
- Elevator Operator
- Fair And Tender Ladies
- For A Spanish Guitar
- From A Silver Phial
- Gypsy
- Gypsy Rider
- Hear The Wind
- Here Without You
- Home Run King
- I Am Without You
- I Dont Wanna See You Anymore
- I Had A Dream Come True
- I Need To Fly
- I Remember The Railroad
- If I Hang Around
- Immigrant Girl
- In A Misty Morning
- Jokers Are Wild
- Kansas City Southern
- Kathleen
- Lady Of The North
- Lifes Greatest Fool
- Little Mama
- Lonely Saturday
- Long Time
- Look Whos Missing You
- Lovers Turnaround
- Lyin Down The Middle
- Mary Sue
- No Other
- Nothin But An Angel
- Number One Is To Survive
- On Her Own
- One In A Hundred
- Only Colombe
- Past Addresses
- Past My Door
- Past Tense
- Pledge To You
- Rain Song
- Refuse From A Silver Phial
- Rest Of Your Life
- Roll In My Sweet Babys Arms
- Shades Of Blue
- She Darked The Sun
- She Dont Care About Time
- Shooting Star
- Silent Crusade
- Silver Raven
- Sister Moon
- Sleep Will Return
- So You Say You Lost Your Baby
- Some Misunderstanding
- Somethings Wrong
- Somewhere After Midnight
- Straight From The Heart
- Strength Of Strings
- Taken By Surprise
- Tell It Like It Is
- The Daylight Line
- The Drifter
- The French Girl
- The Panther
- The Radio Song
- The Rain Song
- The Same One
- The True One
- The Virgin
- Think Im Gonna Feel Better
- Through The Morning Through The Night
- Till Today
- Train Leaves Here This Morning
- Washington Square
- Wheel Of Time
- White Light
- Why Did You Leave Me Today
- Why Not Your Baby
- With Tomorrow
- Yesterday Am I Right
- You Better Move On
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Washington Square
Intro: F#m Bm A F#m (4X)
F#m Bm F#m Bm
On her biggest wall, she hung Warhol
F#m Bm F#m Bm
And wishes she had never used
F#m Bm F#m Bm
The last magazine, in which she was seen
F#m Bm F#m Bm
Was sold to the self abused
A E Bm F#m
This lovely one holds an empty gun
D Bm
And swears it was done on a dare
A E Bm F#m
Her only fear, is that her career,
D Bm
Has been damaged beyond repair
B Intro
Down on Washington Square
The summer breeze, blows the shades off the window
As she stares out on to Seventh Avenue
She sees a rastafarian, out on the corner,
Trying to sell his point of view
Without affection, she tells her connection,
"I need a fix this just isn't fair"
And he takes a walk, around the block,
And disappears into thin air
Into Washington Square
E F#m E
I sit here all alone
F#
Wondering when they will come
She reads every page of Vogue Magazine,
Studies every single look
She came on the scene, behind amphetamines,
And left before they finished the book
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Does this mean that you no longer care?
You used to tell her that she was the one
But now that you're no longer here
She stands and stares out on Washington Square
E F#
Doesn't anybody understand she needs someone,
E F#
Blown away in the loft, late at night into oblivion,
She found her bag of troubles and tricks
Down on Commerce Avenue
All the muggers, all the whores and the thieves
Told her, all of her dreams would come true
"Jeanine" they said, "she set her old man free,
Down at the Chelsea, just before he disappeared"
She takes a walk, around the block
And picks up a few volunteers
And takes a stand out on Washington Square.
I saw an art show I saw Jaco Pastorius
Walking across the street
He was mumbling mumbling something about
Someone that he had to meet
It was that lovely one with an empty gun
Who did it on a dare
Came on the scene wearing tennis shoes and jeans
And vanished into thin air she disappeared
It's the new sound of thunder
It's not purple rain
It's the new southern California
And New York City again.
by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
Intro: F#m Bm A F#m (4X)
F#m Bm F#m Bm
On her biggest wall, she hung Warhol
F#m Bm F#m Bm
And wishes she had never used
F#m Bm F#m Bm
The last magazine, in which she was seen
F#m Bm F#m Bm
Was sold to the self abused
A E Bm F#m
This lovely one holds an empty gun
D Bm
And swears it was done on a dare
A E Bm F#m
Her only fear, is that her career,
D Bm
Has been damaged beyond repair
B Intro
Down on Washington Square
The summer breeze, blows the shades off the window
As she stares out on to Seventh Avenue
She sees a rastafarian, out on the corner,
Trying to sell his point of view
Without affection, she tells her connection,
"I need a fix this just isn't fair"
And he takes a walk, around the block,
And disappears into thin air
Into Washington Square
E F#m E
I sit here all alone
F#
Wondering when they will come
She reads every page of Vogue Magazine,
Studies every single look
She came on the scene, behind amphetamines,
And left before they finished the book
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Does this mean that you no longer care?
You used to tell her that she was the one
But now that you're no longer here
She stands and stares out on Washington Square
E F#
Doesn't anybody understand she needs someone,
E F#
Blown away in the loft, late at night into oblivion,
She found her bag of troubles and tricks
Down on Commerce Avenue
All the muggers, all the whores and the thieves
Told her, all of her dreams would come true
"Jeanine" they said, "she set her old man free,
Down at the Chelsea, just before he disappeared"
She takes a walk, around the block
And picks up a few volunteers
And takes a stand out on Washington Square.
I saw an art show I saw Jaco Pastorius
Walking across the street
He was mumbling mumbling something about
Someone that he had to meet
It was that lovely one with an empty gun
Who did it on a dare
Came on the scene wearing tennis shoes and jeans
And vanished into thin air she disappeared
It's the new sound of thunder
It's not purple rain
It's the new southern California
And New York City again.
by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
