Cohen Leonard — Field Commander Cohen

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Date: Sat, 3 Jan 1998 20:16:24 -0700 (MST)
From: T Dymarz 
Subject: CRD:c/cohen_leonard/field_commander_cohen.crd

tabbed by Tullia Dymarz tdymarz@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca

Instructions: CAPO 5
strum each of the x's
(*) indicates the chord should be played in this manner:
Am            Dm
e-----0---0--|-----1---1---|
b-----1---1--|-----3---3---|
g---2---2---2|---2---2---2-|
d------------|-0-----------|
a-0----------|-------------|
E------------|-------------|

Field Commander Cohen - New Skin for the Old Ceremony

C x x x x x x x

C x        x  x   x      x  x   x   G    x x  x    Bb x x x
  Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy.
F x       x  x   x    x  x x
  Wounded in the line of duty,
Dm x   x  x    x x  x x   C x    x x   Gm  x    x  x
   parachuting acid into    diplomatic cocktail parties,
Bb  x    x  x  x  x   x x F   x  x      x   Cm   x x x
  urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles.
          Bb  x    x  x   Dm
  Leave it all and like a man,
     Bb              Dm
come back to nothing special,
        *Am               *Am
such as waiting rooms and ticket lines,
*Dm             *Am
 silver bullet suicides,
*Dm             *Am
and messianic ocean tides,
*Dm                *Am
and racial roller-coaster rides
      *Bb                       *A
and other forms of boredom advertised as poetry.

E  E  E  E (just the bottom note)

Bm                       D
   I know you need your sleep now,
                          A
   I know your life's been hard.
Bm                   D
   But many men are falling,
            A
where you promised to stand guard.

  C     x   x x x    x x     x   x    x    G    x    x    x   Bb  x x x
I never asked    but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor.
F     x      x x x     x    x  x
  But then I overheard your prayer,
Dm     x      x    x   x  x   x  x
  that you be this and nothing more
C      x         x    x   Gm   x   x  x    Bb x         x   x
  than just some grateful faithful woman's    favourite singing
x  x  x  x
millionaire,
    F  x   x     x  Cm x x x         Bb x   x  x   Dm
the patron Saint of envy     and the grocer of despair,
E                       A
working for the Yankee Dollar.

E E E E
Bm
I know you need your sleep now ...

C    x   x  x        x  x    x   x     G        x   x x Bb x x x
 Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you are,
F    x  x    x   x    x    x   x  Dm x      x  x   x    x   x  x
 and be your sweetest self awhile  until I ask for more, my child.
C     x   x   x     Gm     x  x   x  Bb     x        x  x x   x   x  x
 Then let the other selves be wrong,  yeah, let them manifest and come
F     x     x     x  Cm x   x  x
 till every taste is on the tongue,
Bb    x       x       x   Dm   x  x   x
 till love is pierced and love is hung,
Bb   x     x    x  Dm  x   x  x
 and every kind of freedom done, then
*Am    *F    *Am    *F   *Am   *F
 oh my love, oh my love, oh my love,...

Intro: F F C Eb Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy Bb Wounded in the line of duty Gm F Cm Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties Eb Bb Fm Urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles Eb Gm Leave it all and like a man Eb Gm Oh come back to nothing special Dm Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines Gm Dm And silver bullet suicides Gm Dm And messianic ocean tides Gm Dm And racial roller-coaster rides Eb D D/A And other forms of boredom advertised as poetry Em G I know you need your sleep now D I know your life's been hard Em G But many men have fallen D Where you promised to stand guard F C I never asked but I heard that you cast your lot along Eb with the poor Bb How come I overheard your prayer Gm That you be this and nothing more F Cm Eb Than just some grateful faithful woman's favourite singing millionaire Bb Fm Eb Gm The patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair A D Working for the Yankee dollar D Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola A Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter D D/A Working for the Yankee dollar Em G I know you need your sleep now D I know your life's been hard Em G But many men have fallen D Where you promised to stand guard F C Eb Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you really are Bb Gm And be your sweetest self awhile until I ask for more, my child F Cm Eb Then let your other selves be wrong, yeah, let them manifest and come Bb Fm Till love is pierced and love is hung Eb Gm And every taste is on the tongue Eb Gm And every kind of freedom done, then Dm Bb Dm Bb Dm Bb Oh my love, oh, oh my love, oh my love Dm Bb Dm Oh my love