Biografía:
John Wesley Harding (b. 22 October 1965) is a folk/pop singer-songwriter who has called his style of music "folk noir" and "gangsta folk".
He was born Wesley Stace in Hastings, East Sussex, England. His given name, Wesley, comes from John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, who preached one of his last sermons in the town where Harding was born.
His stage name may be seen as an almost inevitable nickname for a folk-pop musician, in that his first name overlaps with the Bob Dylan album (and song) "John Wesley Harding".
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From: [email protected]
B A C K I N G O U T
by John Wesley Harding
from The Name Above The Title
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A
Been living in the city too long now
E B7 E
Even my lungs have started to groan
A E A E A
Everybody is singing their own song
E B7 E
Sometimes I want to sing alone
E A E
Never been a prima donna
A E B7
I never seem to want to be the one to complain
B7 E A
Enough's too much and now I'm a goner
C#m A B7 E
Stop the madness scene before it drives me insane
A E
Take me where the sun won't shine on me
A E B7
Take me where my conscience won't go now
E A
Take me where the sun won't shine - on me
C#m A B7 E
Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to know
C#m A B7 E
Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to know
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A
Everyone around this town is so angry now
E B7 E
Blaring horns and swearing; shaking fists
A E A E A
If everybody in the world was a hit man
E B7 E
We'd wipe each other off each other's hit lists
E A E
Who wants to stand and be counted
A E B7 B7
Or anger every man until there's lines on your face, now
E A
I don't want to be the one to start the shouting
C#m A B7 E
I'm part of this society and I know my place
A E
Take me where the sun won't shine on me
A E B7
Take me where my conscience won't go now
E A
Take me where the sun won't shine - on me
C#m A B7 E
Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to know
C#m A B7 E
Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to know
A E
Everything around this town is so boring
Well nothing changes; Nothing doesn't stay the same
A E
Ten years when we had high ideals
We couldn't wait to play the protest game
E A E
But now we have our thing together
E A E B7(sus4)
Our brand new leathers, three bank accounts
E A
Who cares about the starving millions
C#m A B7 E
We're just happy that our cheques don't bounce
A E
Take me where the sun won't shine on me
A E B7
Take me where my conscience won't go now
E A
Take me where the sun won't shine - on me
C#m A B7 E
Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to know
C#m A B7 E
Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to ...
C#m A B7 E
No, Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to know
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A E B7 E
==== T H E E N D ====
Notes
~~~~~
1. I'm not too sure about the lyrics (thanks to Alan Pulliam for supplying
them, BTW). I had completely the wrong idea originally in a few places
and I've listened carefully and made one or two minor changes to them,
but I'm still unsure of a few bits:
Stop the madness scene before it drives me insane
^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Or anger every man until there's lines on your face, now
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
^especially this bit^
Our brand new leathers, three bank accounts
^^^^^^^^
Here, Alan reckons it's probably `Lotus'
3. ***** I will be posting all Wes tabs/crds that I do in future to *****
***** the newsgroup rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature since some *****
***** hosts do not receive any of the `alt' groups. *****
4. The licks in this song are pretty easy, so I haven't included them in
the CRD.
#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: [email protected]
B A C K I N G O U T
by John Wesley Harding
from The Name Above The Title
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A
Been living in the city too long now
E B7 E
Even my lungs have started to groan
A E A E A
Everybody is singing their own song
E B7 E
Sometimes I want to sing alone
E A E
Never been a prima donna
A E B7
I never seem to want to be the one to complain
B7 E A
Enough's too much and now I'm a goner
C#m A B7 E
Stop the madness scene before it drives me insane
A E
Take me where the sun won't shine on me
A E B7
Take me where my conscience won't go now
E A
Take me where the sun won't shine - on me
C#m A B7 E
Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to know
C#m A B7 E
Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to know
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A
Everyone around this town is so angry now
E B7 E
Blaring horns and swearing; shaking fists
A E A E A
If everybody in the world was a hit man
E B7 E
We'd wipe each other off each other's hit lists
E A E
Who wants to stand and be counted
A E B7 B7
Or anger every man until there's lines on your face, now
E A
I don't want to be the one to start the shouting
C#m A B7 E
I'm part of this society and I know my place
A E
Take me where the sun won't shine on me
A E B7
Take me where my conscience won't go now
E A
Take me where the sun won't shine - on me
C#m A B7 E
Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to know
C#m A B7 E
Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to know
A E
Everything around this town is so boring
Well nothing changes; Nothing doesn't stay the same
A E
Ten years when we had high ideals
We couldn't wait to play the protest game
E A E
But now we have our thing together
E A E B7(sus4)
Our brand new leathers, three bank accounts
E A
Who cares about the starving millions
C#m A B7 E
We're just happy that our cheques don't bounce
A E
Take me where the sun won't shine on me
A E B7
Take me where my conscience won't go now
E A
Take me where the sun won't shine - on me
C#m A B7 E
Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to know
C#m A B7 E
Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to ...
C#m A B7 E
No, Don't tell me I'm backing out 'cause I don't want to know
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A E B7 E
==== T H E E N D ====
Notes
~~~~~
1. I'm not too sure about the lyrics (thanks to Alan Pulliam for supplying
them, BTW). I had completely the wrong idea originally in a few places
and I've listened carefully and made one or two minor changes to them,
but I'm still unsure of a few bits:
Stop the madness scene before it drives me insane
^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Or anger every man until there's lines on your face, now
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
^especially this bit^
Our brand new leathers, three bank accounts
^^^^^^^^
Here, Alan reckons it's probably `Lotus'
3. ***** I will be posting all Wes tabs/crds that I do in future to *****
***** the newsgroup rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature since some *****
***** hosts do not receive any of the `alt' groups. *****
4. The licks in this song are pretty easy, so I haven't included them in
the CRD.
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