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Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1498585,"song":"Tempest","artist":"Bob Dylan","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/1498585-tempest-chords-by-bob-dylan/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1498585?type=chord","rating":4.89564,"votes":21,"content":"Tempest\r\n\r\n[tab]    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThe pale moon rose in its glory[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]\r\nOut o'er the western town[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]               [ch]G[/ch]\r\nShe told a sad, sad story[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]                    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nOf the great ship that went down.[/tab]\r\n\r\nT'was the fourteenth day of April\r\nOver the way she rolled\r\nSailing into tomorrow\r\nTo a golden age foretold\r\n\r\nThe night was bright with starlight\r\nThe seas were sharp and clear\r\nMoving through the shadows\r\nThe promised hour was near\r\n\r\nLights were holding steady\r\nGliding over the foam\r\nAll the lords and ladies\r\nHeading for their eternal home\r\n\r\nThe chandeliers were swaying\r\nFrom the balustrades above\r\nThe orchestra was playing\r\nThe songs of faded love\r\n\r\nThe watchman, he lay dreaming\r\nAs the ballroom dancers twirled\r\nHe dreamed the Titanic was sinking\r\nInto the underworld\r\n\r\nLeo took his sketchbook\r\nHe was often so inclined\r\nHe closed his eyes and painted\r\nThe scenery in his mind\r\n\r\nCupid struck his bosom\r\nAnd broke it with a snap\r\nThe closest woman to him\r\nHe fell into her lap\r\n\r\nHe heard a loud commotion\r\nSomething sounded wrong\r\nHis inner spirit was saying\r\nThat he couldn't stand here long\r\n\r\nLights down in the hallway\r\nFlickering dim and dull\r\nDead bodies already floating\r\nIn the double bottom hull\r\n\r\nThe engines then exploded\r\nPropellers they failed to start\r\nThe boilers overloaded\r\nThe ship's bow split apart\r\n\r\nPassengers were flying\r\nBackward, forward, far and fast\r\nThey mumbled, fumbled, and tumbled\r\nEach one more weary than the last\r\n\r\nThe veil was torn asunder\r\n'Tween the hours of twelve and one\r\nNo change, no sudden wonder\r\nCould undo what had been done\r\n\r\nThe watchman lay there dreaming\r\nAt forty-five degrees\r\nHe dreamed the Titanic was sinking\r\nDropping to her knees\r\n\r\nWellington he was sleeping\r\nHis bed began to slide\r\nHis valiant heart was beating\r\nHe pushed the tables aside\r\n\r\nGlass of shattered crystal\r\nLay scattered roundabout\r\nHe strapped on both his pistols\r\nHow long could he hold out?\r\n\r\nHis men and his companions\r\nWere nowhere to be seen\r\nIn silence there he waited for\r\nTime and space to intervene\r\n\r\nThe passageway was narrow\r\nThere was blackness in the air\r\nHe saw every kind of sorrow\r\nHeard voices everywhere\r\n\r\nAlarm bells were ringing\r\nTo hold back the swelling tide\r\nFriends and lovers clinging\r\nTo each other side by side\r\n\r\nMothers and their daughters\r\nDescending down the stairs\r\nJumped into the icy waters\r\nLove and pity sent their prayers\r\n\r\nThe rich man, Mister Astor\r\nKissed his darling wife\r\nHe had no way of knowing\r\nbe the last trip of his life\r\n\r\nCalvin, Blake, and Wilson\r\nGambled in the dark\r\nNot one of them would ever live to\r\nTell the tale of the disembark\r\n\r\nBrother rose up 'gainst brother\r\nIn every circumstance\r\nThey fought and slaughtered each other\r\nIn a deadly dance.\r\n\r\nThey lowered down the lifeboats\r\nFrom the sinking wreck\r\nThere were traitors, there were turncoats\r\nBroken backs and broken necks\r\n\r\nThe bishop left his cabin\r\nTo help all those in need\r\nTurned his eyes up to the heavens\r\nSaid: \"the poor are yours to feed\"\r\n\r\nDavey the brothel-keeper\r\nCame out, dismissed his girls\r\nSaw the water getting deeper\r\nSaw the changing of his world\r\n\r\nJim Dandy smiled\r\nHe'd never learned to swim\r\nSaw the little crippled child\r\nAnd he gave his seat to him\r\n\r\nHe saw the starlight shining\r\nStreaming from the east\r\nDeath was on the rampage\r\nBut his heart was now at peace\r\n\r\nThey battened down the hatches\r\nBut the hatches wouldn't hold\r\nThey drowned upon the staircase\r\nOf brass and polished gold\r\n\r\nLeo said to Cleo:\r\n\"I think I'm going mad\"\r\nBut he'd lost his mind already\r\nWhatever mind he'd had\r\n\r\nHe tried to block the doorway\r\nTo save others from harm\r\nBlood from that open wound\r\nPouring down his arm.\r\n\r\nPetals fell from flowers\r\n'Til all of them were gone\r\nIn the long and dreadful hours\r\nThe wizard's curse played on\r\n\r\nThe host was pouring brandy\r\nHe was going down slow\r\nHe stayed right 'til the end,\r\nhe was the last to go\r\n\r\nThere were many, many others\r\nNameless here forevermore\r\nThey never sailed the ocean\r\nOr left their homes before\r\n\r\nThe watchman he lay dreaming\r\nThe damage had been done\r\nHe dreamed the Titanic was sinking\r\nAnd he tried to tell someone\r\n\r\nThe Captain, barely breathing\r\nKneeling at the wheel\r\nAbove him and beneath him\r\nFifty thousand tons of steel\r\n\r\nHe looked over at his compass\r\nAnd he gazed into its face\r\nNeedle pointing downward\r\nHe knew he'd lost the race\r\n\r\nIn the dark illumination\r\nHe remembered bygone years\r\nHe read the Book of Revelation\r\nAnd he filled his cup with tears\r\n\r\nWhen the Reaper's task had ended\r\nSixteen hundred had gone to rest\r\nThe good, the bad, the rich, the poor\r\nThe loveliest and the best\r\n\r\nThey waited at the landing\r\nAnd they tried to understand\r\nBut there is no understanding\r\nFor the judgement of God's hand\r\n\r\nNews came o'er the wires\r\nAnd struck with deadly force\r\nLove had lost its fires\r\nAll things had run their course\r\n\r\nThe watchman he lay dreaming\r\nOf all things that can be\r\nHe dreamed the Titanic was sinking\r\nInto the deep blue sea\r\n\r\n\r\nHe staggered to the quarterdeck\r\nNo time now to sleep\r\nWater on the quarterdeck\r\nAlready three foot deep\r\n\r\nSmokestack was leaning sideways\r\nHeavy feet began to pound\r\nHe walked into the whirlwind\r\nThe sky splitting all around\r\n\r\nThe ship was going under\r\nThe universe had opened wide\r\nThe roll was called up yonder\r\nThe angels turned aside","plain_text":"Tempest\n\n\n\n\n\n\nT'was the fourteenth day of April\nOver the way she rolled\nSailing into tomorrow\nTo a golden age foretold\n\nThe night was bright with starlight\nThe seas were sharp and clear\nMoving through the shadows\nThe promised hour was near\n\nLights were holding steady\nGliding over the foam\nAll the lords and ladies\nHeading for their eternal home\n\nThe chandeliers were swaying\nFrom the balustrades above\nThe orchestra was playing\nThe songs of faded love\n\nThe watchman, he lay dreaming\nAs the ballroom dancers twirled\nHe dreamed the Titanic was sinking\nInto the underworld\n\nLeo took his sketchbook\nHe was often so inclined\nHe closed his eyes and painted\nThe scenery in his mind\n\nCupid struck his bosom\nAnd broke it with a snap\nThe closest woman to him\nHe fell into her lap\n\nHe heard a loud commotion\nSomething sounded wrong\nHis inner spirit was saying\nThat he couldn't stand here long\n\nLights down in the hallway\nFlickering dim and dull\nDead bodies already floating\nIn the double bottom hull\n\nThe engines then exploded\nPropellers they failed to start\nThe boilers overloaded\nThe ship's bow split apart\n\nPassengers were flying\nBackward, forward, far and fast\nThey mumbled, fumbled, and tumbled\nEach one more weary than the last\n\nThe veil was torn asunder\n'Tween the hours of twelve and one\nNo change, no sudden wonder\nCould undo what had been done\n\nThe watchman lay there dreaming\nAt forty-five degrees\nHe dreamed the Titanic was sinking\nDropping to her knees\n\nWellington he was sleeping\nHis bed began to slide\nHis valiant heart was beating\nHe pushed the tables aside\n\nGlass of shattered crystal\nLay scattered roundabout\nHe strapped on both his pistols\nHow long could he hold out?\n\nHis men and his companions\nWere nowhere to be seen\nIn silence there he waited for\nTime and space to intervene\n\nThe passageway was narrow\nThere was blackness in the air\nHe saw every kind of sorrow\nHeard voices everywhere\n\nAlarm bells were ringing\nTo hold back the swelling tide\nFriends and lovers clinging\nTo each other side by side\n\nMothers and their daughters\nDescending down the stairs\nJumped into the icy waters\nLove and pity sent their prayers\n\nThe rich man, Mister Astor\nKissed his darling wife\nHe had no way of knowing\nbe the last trip of his life\n\nCalvin, Blake, and Wilson\nGambled in the dark\nNot one of them would ever live to\nTell the tale of the disembark\n\nBrother rose up 'gainst brother\nIn every circumstance\nThey fought and slaughtered each other\nIn a deadly dance.\n\nThey lowered down the lifeboats\nFrom the sinking wreck\nThere were traitors, there were turncoats\nBroken backs and broken necks\n\nThe bishop left his cabin\nTo help all those in need\nTurned his eyes up to the heavens\nSaid: \"the poor are yours to feed\"\n\nDavey the brothel-keeper\nCame out, dismissed his girls\nSaw the water getting deeper\nSaw the changing of his world\n\nJim Dandy smiled\nHe'd never learned to swim\nSaw the little crippled child\nAnd he gave his seat to him\n\nHe saw the starlight shining\nStreaming from the east\nDeath was on the rampage\nBut his heart was now at peace\n\nThey battened down the hatches\nBut the hatches wouldn't hold\nThey drowned upon the staircase\nOf brass and polished gold\n\nLeo said to Cleo:\n\"I think I'm going mad\"\nBut he'd lost his mind already\nWhatever mind he'd had\n\nHe tried to block the doorway\nTo save others from harm\nBlood from that open wound\nPouring down his arm.\n\nPetals fell from flowers\n'Til all of them were gone\nIn the long and dreadful hours\nThe wizard's curse played on\n\nThe host was pouring brandy\nHe was going down slow\nHe stayed right 'til the end,\nhe was the last to go\n\nThere were many, many others\nNameless here forevermore\nThey never sailed the ocean\nOr left their homes before\n\nThe watchman he lay dreaming\nThe damage had been done\nHe dreamed the Titanic was sinking\nAnd he tried to tell someone\n\nThe Captain, barely breathing\nKneeling at the wheel\nAbove him and beneath him\nFifty thousand tons of steel\n\nHe looked over at his compass\nAnd he gazed into its face\nNeedle pointing downward\nHe knew he'd lost the race\n\nIn the dark illumination\nHe remembered bygone years\nHe read the Book of Revelation\nAnd he filled his cup with tears\n\nWhen the Reaper's task had ended\nSixteen hundred had gone to rest\nThe good, the bad, the rich, the poor\nThe loveliest and the best\n\nThey waited at the landing\nAnd they tried to understand\nBut there is no understanding\nFor the judgement of God's hand\n\nNews came o'er the wires\nAnd struck with deadly force\nLove had lost its fires\nAll things had run their course\n\nThe watchman he lay dreaming\nOf all things that can be\nHe dreamed the Titanic was sinking\nInto the deep blue sea\n\n\nHe staggered to the quarterdeck\nNo time now to sleep\nWater on the quarterdeck\nAlready three foot deep\n\nSmokestack was leaning sideways\nHeavy feet began to pound\nHe walked into the whirlwind\nThe sky splitting all around\n\nThe ship was going under\nThe universe had opened wide\nThe roll was called up yonder\nThe angels turned aside","chords":["G","C","D"],"chord_diagrams":{"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}