David Robert Jones (8 January 1947 – 10 January 2016), known professionally as David Bowie, was an English singer, songwriter and actor. He was a leading figure in the music industry and is considered one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century, acclaimed by critics and musicians, particularly for his innovative work during the 1970s. His career was marked by reinvention and visual presentation, with his music and stagecraft having a significant impact on popular music.
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I picked this one out on piano. It's kind of tough to do the descending baseline with a guitar, but it sounds really cool.
>From Space Oddity, or Man of Words, Man of Music.
FYI: D/C#: X40232 D/C: X30232 D/B: X20232 Bb6: X13333 A#dim:X12023 or XX2323, I prefer the former. E7sus:020200
DD/C#D/CD/BBb6CE7susE7
DD/C#D/CD/BBb6 Solemn faced the village settles down, undetected by the stars AA#dim And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to DD/C#D/CD/BBb6 Sleep, and the last thing on his mind AA#dim is the wild-eyed boy imprisoned 'neath the DD/C#D/CD/BBb6 covered wooden shaft, folds the rope into it's bag. AA#dim Blows his pipe of smolders, blankets DD/C#D/CD/BBb6 smoke into the room, and the day will end for some. CGFE7susE7 As the night begins for one.
(Chords the same until they pick up again) Staring through the message in his eyes lies a solitary son from the mountain called the freecloud where the eagle dare not fly, and the patience in his sigh gives no indication for the townsmen to decide, so the village dreadful groans Pronouncing gross diversion as the label for the dog. Ooo it's the madness in his eyes CG As he breaks the night to cry DD/C#D/CD/BBb6 Its really me, really you and really me AA#dim It's so hard for us to really DD/C#D/CD/BBb6 be, Really you, really me, AA#dim You'll lose me though I'm always really
DD/C#D/CD/BCCCC free.
CC7 And the mountain moved it's eyes to the world and realized BbAbCE7susE7 Where the snow had saved a place for the wild-eyed boy from free cloud (Same chords) And the village dreadful cried as the moat began to rise For the smile stayed on the face of the wild-eyed boy from freecloud. GC And the women once proud clutched the heart of the crowd GC as the boulders smashed down from the mountains hand. AmC And the magic in the stare of the wild-eyed boy said AmCE7susE7 "Stop Free Cloud, they won't think to cut me down, no, no, no!" FCFC But the cottages fell like a playing card hell BbFC and the tears on the face of the wise boy FCFC came trembling down to the rumbling ground BbFC and the missionary mystic of peace/love DD/C#D/CD/BBb6 Stumbled back to cry among the clouds AA#susDD/C#C Kicking back the pebbles from the Free Cloud mountain's track.