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HAiR: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical lyrics by James Rado & Gerome Ragni music by Galt MacDermot FOLKSINGERS' GUITAR ARRANGEMENTS by Evan Cantor ([email protected]) This file is the author's own work and represents his interpretations of the songs from the theatre libretto of the theatrical show HAiR. It is intended only for private study, scholarship and research. Source: I follow the "Original Broadway Cast" recording for the order of the songs and verses, with assistance from David Pirmann's ([email protected]) transcription (12/10/93). David's material provides additional lyrics from Rado & Ragni's "HAiR" (Pocket Books, 1969) and the London 1993 production libretto. He thanks European "net people" Peter Mendelsohn, Jan Olov Algren and Harry Blom. For their contributions to David's transcription, I thank them as well. I also consulted the piano sheet music from the movie soundtrack "Vocal Selections From HAiR:THE FILM" (Big3 Publications, 1979) transposing and correcting guitar chords where necessary. pg. 2). Aquarius pg. 3). Donna; Hashish (not arranged) pg. 4). Sodomy*; Colored Spade* pg. 5). Manchester England pg. 6). Ain't Got No; I Believe In Love (not arranged) pg. 7). Ain't Got No (Reprise) (not arranged); Air; Initials* pg. 8). I Got Life pg. 9). Going Down* pg. 10). Hair pg. 11). My Conviction*; Easy To Be Hard pg. 12). Don't Put It Down*; Frank Mills pg. 13). Be In (not arranged); Where do I Go? pg. 14). Electric Blues (not arranged); Black Boys pg. 15). White Boys pg. 16). Walking In Space pg. 17). Abie Baby pg. 18). All You Have To Do (London 93, not arranged); 3-5-0-0 pg. 19). What A Piece Of Work Is Man; Exanaplanetooch (not arranged); Dead End (not arranged); Sheila Franklin (not arranged); Claudine Hooper Bukowski (not arranged) pg. 20). Good Morning Starshine pg. 21). The Bed (not arranged); The Flesh Failures/Let The Sunshine In; *special arrangement, not found elsewhere on commercial sheet music

"Aquarius" When the moon is in the Seventh House

Cmaj7 D7 Em

and Jupiter aligns with Mars Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars

Cmaj7 D7 Em Cmaj7 D7 Em CDG

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius The age of Aquarius Aquarius! Aquarius!

F

Harmony and understanding Sympathy and trust abounding No more falsehoods or derisions Golden living dreams of visions Mystic crystal revelation And the mind's true liberation Aquarius! Aquarius!

Am Dmaj Am

GC GC GC Am G C C E7 Am Am Dm Em Dm Am

When the moon is in the Seventh House and Jupiter aligns with Mars Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars

Cmaj7 D7 Em Cmaj7 D7 Em Cmaj7 D7 Em CDG

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius The age of Aquarius Aquarius! Aquarius!

F Am Dmaj Am

(extra verses from London 1993 production) As our hearts go beating through the night We dance unto the dawn of day To be the bearers of the water Our light will lead the way

Cmaj7 D7 Em Cmaj7 D7 Em Cmaj7 D7 Em CDG

We are the spirit of the age of Aquarius The age of Aquarius Aquarius! Aquarius!

F

Harmony and understanding Sympathy and trust abounding Angelic illumination Rising fiery constellation Travelling our starry courses Guided by the cosmic forces Oh, care for us; Aquarius

GC Am G C

Am Dmaj Am

GC GC C E7 Am Am Dm Em

Dm Am

(Note: the sheet music for two arrangements of this song, the movie soundtrack & Fifth Dimension versions, are in different keys. I transposed to C because the chords were more 'open' and sounded better.) "Donna" Oh, once upon a looking-for-Donna-time There was a sixteen year old virgin Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh

G7 D7 G7

Looking for my Donna.

CFC

I just got back from looking for Donna San Francisco psychedelic urchin Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh Looking for my Donna.

G7 D7 G7 CFC

Have you seen my sixteen year old tattooed woman? Heard a story She got busted for her beauty, oh oh oh Oh oh!

C Bb C Bb C C7 F F9 D7 G G7

Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time G7 There was a sixteen year old virgin Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh Looking for my Donna.

D7 G7 CFC

I've been to India and saw the yogi light In South America the Indian smoke glows bright I'm reincarnated and so are we all And in this lifetime we'll rise Before we fall Before we fall... D7 Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time G7 There was a sixteen year old virgin Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh Looking for my Donna.

D7 G7 CFC

And I'm gonna show her life on earth can be sweet Gonna lay my mutated self at her feet And I'm gonna love her, make love to her till the sky turns brown; I'm evolving, I'm evolving Through the drugs That you put down (that you put down) Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time G7 There was a sixteen year old virgin Oh Donna, oh oh, Donna, oh oh oh Looking for my Donna. Looking for my Donna.

C A7 D B7 Em G G7 C F#7 C F

C A7 D G G7 C F#7 F D7

D7 G7 CFC CFC

Donna!! Em7 "Hashish" (not arranged) "Sodomy" (special arrangement: not found on sheet music) Sodomy... Fellatio... Cunnilingus... Pederasty.

G D

Em A

B7 Em

C

Father, why do these words sound so nasty? C D7 Masturbation can be fun Join the holy orgy Em Kama Sutra Everyone!!

G D Em/D C GCG

"Colored Spade" (special arrangement: not found on sheet music) I'm a... Colored Spade, a nigger, a black nigger; A jungle bunny, jigaboo coon, pickaninny mau mau Uncle Tom, Aunt Jemima, Little Black Sambo

E7 A7

Cotton pickin', swamp guinea, junk man, shoeshine boy Elevator operator, table cleaner at Horn and

A7

Hardart, Slave voodoo, Zombie, Ubangi lipped Flat nose,tap dancin' Resident of Harlem

E7

E7

A7 E7

And President of the United States of Love And President of the United States of Love

A7 A7

E7 E7

Shit! (and if you ask him to dinner, you're gonna feed him:)

E7

Watermelon; Hominy grits E7 (vamp) ("So You Say" response) An' shortnin' bread; Alligator ribs Some pig tails; some black eyed peas Some chili; some collard greens And if you don't watch out This boogie man will get you Booooooo! Booooooo!

A7

E A7 E7 A7 E7

So You Say! (Note: rockin' blues in E on the Broadway cast album) "Manchester England" Manchester, England England Across the Atlantic Sea And I'm a genius, genius I believe in God And I believe that God Believes in Claude That's me... That's me!

A D A7 D A D A7 D D G D7 G E D-E, E D-E E D-E E D-E A D A7 D

Claude Hooper Bukowski Finds that it's groovy to hide in a movie Pretends he's Fellini and Antonioni And also his countryman Roman Polanski All rolled into one One Claude Hooper Bukowski Now that I've dropped out Why is life dreary, dreary Answer my weary queary Timothy Leary, Dearie

A A A A A

F#m F#m F#m F#m F#m A F#m

A D A7 D A D A7 D G D7 G E D-E, E7 A

Manchester, England England A D A7 D Across the Atlantic Sea A D A7 D And I'm a genius, genius D G D7 G I believe in God E D-E, E D-E And I believe that God E D-E Believes in Claude E D-E That's me... (That's he!) A D A7 D That's me... (That's he!) A D A7 D That's me... A

"Ain't Got No" I'm I'm I'm I'm

black... I'm black; pink... I'm pink; Rinso White... in-vi-si-ble...

Em G Em G Em G D7/F# G7/B C D Em

SOLO VOICE: Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't

Got Got Got Got Got Got Got Got Got

No No No No No No No No No

home shoes money class G scarf D gloves bed Em pot C faith G C D

Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't

Got Got Got Got Got Got Got Got Got

No No No No No No No No No

mother culture friends schoolin' shine underwear soap A-Train mind

Ain't Got No smokes

RESPONSE: Em So G Poor Em Honey Common Hot Bm Cold Beat Busted Catholic Em G Em G D Bm Em

C

GCD

Orphan Man Lucky Dumb Dull Bad Dirty

Jump

Lost it Em

Shit

Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't

Got Got Got Got Got Got Got Got

No No No No No No No No

job work coins pennies girl/man ticket token God

G Em G Em C GCD

D Bm

Lazy Fine Broke Hustle Walk Good

Beg Horny

(extra verse from London 1993) Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't Ain't

Got Got Got Got Got Got Got Got Got

No No No No No No No No No

father Tee Vee pizza Gallo sleep rhythm books socks sex

Em G D

Em G

Starving Nervous High

Bm Em C G

Dead Honest

White Lovely Nasty Ugly

"I Believe In Love" (not arranged) "Ain't Got No (Reprise)" (not arranged) "Air" Welcome! Sulphur dioxide D G A Hello! Carbon monoxide DGA The air, the air GA is everywhere

GD

Breathe deep, while you sleep, Breathe deep! G A D Bless you, alcohol bloodstream Save me, nicotine lung-steam Incense, incense is in the air

DGA DGA GA GD

Breathe deep, while you sleep, Breathe deep! G A D Cat-o-clysmic ectoplasm Fallout, atomic orgasm Vapor and fume At the stone of my tomb Breathing like a sullen perfume Eating at the stone of my tomb.

D G A7 D D G A7 G GA AG A7 G A7 D

Welcome! Sulphur dioxide D G A Hello! Carbon monoxide DGA The air, the air GA is everywhere

GD

Breathe deep, while you sleep, Breathe deep! Deep, deep, d-deep-deep, (cough cough)

GAD D

"Initials" (special arrangement; not found on sheet music) LBJ took the IRT down to 4th street USA When he got there, what did he see? The youth of America on LSD.

CFGC FGC Am7 D Am7 D Am7 F G C

LBJ, IRT C Am7, Dm7 USA, LSD G, C LSD, LBJ C Am7, Dm7 FBI, CIA G, C F-B-I-C-I-A L-S-D; G C; Eh-eh-el...Be...Jay C G C

C Am Dm7

"I Got Life" This is 1968, dearies, not 1948; 1968! What have ya got, 1968? May I ask? What the hell you got, 1968, that makes you so superior? Maaaan gives me such a headache! Well, if you really wanna know, 1948... I Got Life, mother; I got laughs, sister; I got freedom, brother; I got good times, man. I got crazy ways, daughter I got million-dollar charm, cousin I got headaches and toothaches and bad times, too Like you!

Gm Dm Am D G7-C7

I I I I I

got got got got got

my my my my my

hair; I got my head brains; I got my ears eyes; I got my nose mouth teeth!

I I I I I

got got got got got

my my my my my

tongue; I got my chin neck; I got my tits heart; I got my soul back ass!

F; Bb F; Bb F; Bb

I I I I

got got got got

my my my my

arms, I got my hands, fingers, I got my legs; feet, I got my toes liver...

Am; E7 Am; E7 Am; E7 G7

E7 Am F; Bb

F; Bb F; Bb Am C7

Am C7

Gm; Dm F; A7, D9 G

Got my blood. I got my guts (I got my guts) I got my muscles (muscles) I Got Life! (Life!) F Bb Life! (Life!) Life! (Life!) Life!!

C7 F A7 Bb F Bb F Bb F

"Going Down" (special arrangement, not found on sheet music) Me and Lucifer; Lucifer and me Like the angel that fell Banished forever to Hell Today have I been expelled From high school heaven Elevator Going Down Going Down ; Going Down Everybody Going Down; Going Down ; Going Down

C; F C CFG CFG F Em Dm7 G7 C

CF

(C) F E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C

"High school dropouts, don't give up! Dial oh-R-7 7-3-9-oh for our free booklet... Telling how you can get it at home..." This is my doom, my humiliation October, not June And it's summer vacation Such a disgrace How can I face the nation? Why should this pain Bring me such strange e-la-tion?

Em G D G E Am

Ev'rybody Going Down Going Down ; Going Down Everybody Going Down; Going Down ; Going Down

(C) F

Emancipation proclamation Oh, Dr. Lincoln My head needs shrinkin' Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu Lucifer and me Doomed from here To e-ter-ni-ty! Ev'rybody Going Down Down, Down ; Going Down Everybody Going Down; Down, Down ; Going Down Down, Everybody Going Down Down, Everybody Going Down

G C-G: C

CF

D

E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C

D G E Am

Em G

D

G C-G: C (C) F CF

E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C

E7 D7-D7; Am7-G7-C C Dm7 G7 C C Dm7 G7 C

Forgive me if I don't cry It's like the Fourth of July Thank god that angels can fly Down, Down, down Going Down, Down, down Going Down, Down, down Going Down!

CFG CFG F Em Dm7 Dm7 Dm7 Dm7 G7-C

"Hair" She asks me why...I'm just a hairy guy Cm Abmaj7...Cm Eb I'm hairy noon and night; Hair that's a fright. Cm Ab; Cm Eb I'm hairy high and low, Gm Eb Don't ask me why; don't know! Gm Bb; Bb It's not for lack of bread Gm Eb Like the Grateful Dead; darling Gm Bb; (F-Bb) Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen Give me down to there, hair! Shoulder length, longer (hair!) Here baby, there mama, Everywhere daddy daddy CHORUS: Hair! (hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair) Flow it, Show it; Long as God can grow it, My Hair!

Cm Ab Cm Eb Cm Ab Cm Eb Gm Eb Gm Bb Gm Eb; Gm Bb7

Cm Ab Cm Eb Bb7 Eb7 Ab Bb7, Eb Bb11

Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees Give a home to the fleas in my hair A home for fleas, a hive for bees A nest for birds, there ain't no words For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my

Cm Ab Cm Eb Cm Ab Cm Eb Gm Eb; Gm Bb Gm; Eb Gm Bb7

CHORUS I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy Dm7 G7 Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty Dm7 G7 Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining Gm Cm Gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen Gm Cm Knotted, polka-dotted; Twisted, beaded, braided Cm7 F7; Cm7 F7 Powdered, flowered, and confettied Cm7 F7 Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied! Cm F7 Bb7 O-oh, Say can you see; my eyes if you can, Eb Bb Then my hair's too short! Bb Down to here, down to there, Eb Cm Down to where, down to there; Eb Cm It stops by itself! Bb doo doo doo doo doot-doot doo doo doot (repeat: no chord) They'll be ga-ga at the go-go when they see me in my toga My toga made of blond, brilliantined, Biblical hair

Cm Ab Cm Eb Cm Ab Cm Eb

My hair like Jesus wore it Hallelujah I adore it Hallelujah Mary loved her son Why don't my Mother love me?

Gm Eb

Gm Bb7

Gm Eb Gm Bb7

CHORUS (three times to end) "My Conviction" (special arrangement; not found on sheet music) You know, kids; I wish every mom and dad would make a speech to their teenagers and say "Kids, be free, be whatever you are, do whatever you want to do, just so long as you don't hurt anybody. And remember kids, I am your friend." (intro) C-F I would just like to say that it is my conviction CF That longer hair and other flamboyant affectations GF of appearance are nothing more D7/F# G than the male's emergence from his drab camouflage C C7 into the gaudy plumage F which is the birthright of his sex. CGC There is a peculiar notion that elegant plumage And fine feathers are not proper for the male When ac--- tually; That is the way things are in most species.

G C C/Em C/Am7 F G A7 D9 G/B C-A7 -> F G CFC

"Easy To Be Hard" How can people be so heartless How can people be so cruel Easy To Be Hard; Easy to be cold

Fmaj7 D7 Fmaj7 D7 G Am; D7 G Am-D7

Oh, how can people have no feelings How can they ignore their friends Easy to be proud; Easy to say no

Fmaj7 D7 Fmaj7 D7 G Am; D7 G Am-D7

And especially people who care about strangers C Gm C Gm Who care about evil and social injustice C Gm C Gm Do you only care about the bleeding crowd? Am D7 Am D7 How about a needing friend? Am D7 G I need a friend... Fmaj7 D7 How can people be so heartless You know I'm hung up on you Easy to give in; Easy to help out

Fmaj7 D7 Fmaj7 D7 G Am; D7 G Am-D7

Oh, and especially people who care about strangers Who care about evil and social injustice Do you only care about the bleeding crowd? How about a needing friend? I need a friend...

C Gm C Gm C Gm C Gm Am D7 Am D7 Am D7 G Fmaj7 D7

How can people have no feelings How can they ignore their friends Easy to be hard; Easy to be cold Easy to be proud; Easy to say no.

Fmaj7 D7 Fmaj7 D7 G Am; D7 G Am-D7 G Am D7 Am7 G

"Don't Put It Down" (special arrangement; not found on sheet) Om mane padme om; Om mane padme on; Folding the flag is taking care of the nation; Folding the flag is putting it to bed for the night; I fell through a hole in the flag, I'm falling through a hole in the flag; Help! Don't Put It Down Best one around! Crazy for the red, blue and white Crazy for the red, blue and white

FG C F G Em A F G Em A

You look at me; What do you see? Crazy for the white, red and blue Crazy for the white, red and blue

FGC F G Em A F G Em A

Cause I look different; You think I'm subversive FGC Crazy for the blue, white and red F G Em A Crazy for the blue, white and red F G Em A My heart beats true; for the red, white and blue! FGC Crazy for the blue, white and red F G Em A Crazy for the blue, white and red F G Em A and yellow... fringe... F G Em A Crazy for the blue, white, red and yellow! FGC "Frank Mills" I met a boy named Frank Mills CG on September twelfth right here Am F In front of the Waverly C But unfortunately; I lost his address Dm7; G7 C He was last seen with his friend CG A drummer, he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles But he wears his hair C Tied in a small bow at the back Dm7 G7 C F C I love him, but it embarrasses me To walk down the street with him; He lives in Brooklyn...somewhere... and wears this white crash helmet. He has golden chains on his leather jacket and on the back are written the names Mary... and Mom... and Hell's Angels.

Am F

Gm7 C7 F F#dim C Em F#m7 B7 E7 A7 D7 G G7 C7 F F#dim C Em... Am... F C

I would gratefully appreciate it if you see him,tell him C G Am F I'm in the park with my girlfriend... and please C Am7... G7 Tell him Angela and I, C G7 don't want the two dollars back; Just him! Am F; G7 C "Be In" (not arranged) "Where Do I Go?" Where Do I Go?; Follow the river Where Do I Go?; Follow the gulls

Dm7 G7; C Dm7 G7; C

Where is the something Where is the someone That tells me why I live and die?

Gm7 C7 Gm7 C7 Gm7 C7 F C

Where Do I Go?; Follow the children Where Do I Go?; Follow their smiles Is there an answer In their sweet faces That tells me why I live and die?

Dm7 G7; C Dm7 G7; C Gm7 C7 Gm7 C7 Gm7 C7 F C

Follow the wind song, follow the thunder F Eb; F Eb Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes F F#m7 B7 Em Down to the gutter, up to the glitter G F; G F Into the city, where the truth lies. G F; D7 G7 Where Do I Go?; Follow the children Where Do I Go?; Follow their smiles

Dm7 G7; C Dm7 G7; C

Is there an answer In their sweet faces That tells me why I live and die?

Gm7 C7 Gm7 C7 Gm7 C7 F C

Follow the wind song, follow the thunder F Eb; F Eb Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes F F#m7 B7 Em Down to the gutter, up to the glitter G F; G F Into the city, where the truth lies. G F; D7 G7 Where Do I Go?; Follow my heartbeat Where Do I Go?; Follow my hand

Dm7 G7; C Dm7 G7; C

Where will they lead me? Gm7 C7 And will I ever Gm7 C7 Discover why I live and die? Gm7 C7 F C ............ I live and die? Gm7 C7 F C Why do I live? Why do I die? D C; D C D Tell me why... Tell me where do I go? D C; D C D C Tell me why... Tell me where... D C; D C Tell me why... Tell me where... D C; D C Tell me why! D

"Electric Blues" (no arrangement) "Black Boys" Black boys are delicious Chocolate flavored love Licorice lips like candy Keep my cocoa handy I have such a sweet tooth When it comes to love

C Bb Eb G C Bb Eb G F Eb Ab F F Eb Ab F Bb F G7 C

Once I tried a diet of quiet, rest, no sweets But I went nearly crazy And I went clearly crazy Because I really craved for chocolate flavored treats

C7 F Fm C Am D7 G7 Am D7 G

Black boys nutritious Black boys fill me up; Black boys are so damn yummy They satisfy my tummy; I have such a sweet tooth When it comes to love

C Cmaj7

C Bb Eb G C Bb Eb G F Eb Ab F F Eb Ab F Bb F G7 C

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black Black boys! C

F

"White Boys" White boys are so pretty Skin as smooth as milk White boys are so pretty Hair like Chinese silk.

EA E E7 A E-G#-C#m F#m B7 E

I tell ya, yer White boys give me goose bumps White boys give me chills and when they touch my shoulder A E-G#-C#m That's the touch that kills F#m B7 E Well, my momma calls'em lilies But I call'em 'Piccadillies' My daddy told me "Stay Away!" But I say "Come on out & Play!"

A7 E A7 B-Bdim-B

White boys are so groovy White boys are so tough Every time that they're near me I just can't get enough.

EA E E7 A E-G#-C#m F#m B7 E--> C7

White boys are pretty F Bb White boys are so sweet F F7 White boys drive me crazy Bb F-A-Dm

EA E E7

Drive me indiscreet

Gm C7 F

White boys are so sexy Legs so long and lean I love those sprayed-on trousers Love the love machine

F Bb

F F7 Bb F-A-Dm Gm C7 F

My brother calls'em 'rubble' That's my kind of trouble! F My daddy warns me 'No, No, No!" Bb7 But I say "White boys Go, Go, Go!" C C7

Bb7

White boys are so lovely Beautiful as girls I love to run my fingers And toes through all their curls

F Bb F Bb F-A-Dm Gm C7 F

Give me a tall a lean, a sexy a sweet, a pretty, a juicy White Boy!

Bb7 (vamp)

Black boys! White boys! Black boys! White boys!

F Bb; F Bb; F

Mixed Media!

Bb F

"Walking In Space" Doors locked (doors locked) Blinds pulled (blinds pulled) Lights low (lights low) G7 D7 Flames high (flames high) F C

C7 G7 Bb C

My body, (My body), My body My body, (My body), My body

Eb, Ab, Db F Eb, Ab, Db F

My body is Walking In Space Fm Db Ab-A-Bb My soul is in orbit with God face to face Fm Db Ab-A-Bb Floating, flipping; Flying, tripping Ab Bb Db Eb Tripping from Potsville to Starlight Fm Db Ab-A-Bb Tripping from Starlight to Moonville Fm Db Ab Bb On a rocket to the Fourth DimensionAb Bb Db Eb Total self-awareness, the intention Ab Bb Db Eb My mind is as clear as country air I feel my flesh, all colors mesh Red, black; Blue, brown Yellow, crimson; Green, orange Purple, pink; Violet, white White, white; white, white White, white...

Fm Db Ab Bb7 Fm Db Ab Bb7 Eb; Bb7 Db; Eb Bb7; F7 Ab; Eb Eb

All the clouds are cumuloft, Walking In Space Oh my God, your skin is soft, I love your face How dare they try to end this beauty? How dare they try to end this beauty? To keep us under foot, they bury us in soot Pretending it's a chore, to ship us off to war In this dive we rediscover sensation In this dive we rediscover sensation

Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb Ebm Gb Cb Gb Ebm Gb Cb Gb Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb Ebm Gb Cb Gb Ebm Gb Cb Gb

Walking In Space, we find the purpose of peace The beauty of life, you can no longer hide Our eyes are open, our eyes are open Our eyes are open, our eyes are open Wide! Wide! Wide!

Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb Eb7 Ab7 Db7 Gb

Ebm Gb Cb Gb Ebm Gb Cb Gb Gb Cb Gb

("Potsville to Starlight" lyric from London 1993 production; Starlight replaces the word "Mainline" in both places, presumably eliminating any connection between marijuana and heroin as well as the inference of marijuana as a gateway to narcotics use. Starlight is also a stronger psychedelic image, thus insinuating hallucinogenic experience instead of the narcotic. The song is, after all, about Claude's acid trip.) "Abie Baby" Yes; I's finished on y'all G9; Cmaj7 G9 Farmland with yo' Boll Cmaj7 G9 Weevils and all Cmaj7 G9 and pluckin' y'all's Cmaj7 G9 chickens, fryin' Cmaj7 G9 Mother's oats in grease; Cmaj7 F I's free now G thanks to yo' Massa Lincoln Cmaj7 G emancipator of the slaves D G C F-C: F Em Yes; I's finished on y'all Cmaj7 G9 Farmland with yo' Boll Cmaj7 G9 Weevils and all Cmaj7 G9 and pluckin' y'all's Cmaj7 G9 chickens, fryin' Cmaj7 G9 Mother's oats in grease; Cmaj7 F I's free now G thanks to yo' Massa Lincoln Cmaj7 G emancipator of the slaves D G C Yeah Yeah Yeah A7 Emanci-muthafuckin-pator of the slaves D7 G7 C Yeah Yeah Yeah A7 Emanci-muthafuckin-pator of the slaves D7 G7 C-F-C Slaves? Slaves? Ooh-be-do, whoa, whoa, whoa

(C C/Am7 Dm7 G)

Four score, I said Four score and seven years ago "Oh, Sock it to'em baby, You're soundin' better all the time!" Our forefathers, I mean ALL our forefathers Brought forth upon this here continent a NEW nation "Oh, come on, Rock me Stokely" Conceived, Conceived like we all was; in liberty,

C Am Dm7 G C Am Dm7 G C Am Dm7 G C Am Dm7 G C Am Dm7 G C Am Dm7 G

and dedicated-to the-one I-love F-Fm-Bb9-C Am Dm7 G I mean dedicated to the proposition that ALL men C Am Dm7 G Honey, I tell you ALL men, are created equal. Ooh-be-do, whoa, whoa, whoa Happy Birthday, Abie Baby Happy Birthday to you, Yeah! Happy Bithday, Abie Baby Happy Birthday to you, BANG!

C Am Dm7 G

C Am Dm7 G CF GC CF GC

Bang? Aww shit, I'm not dyin' for no white man! (Tell it like it is, baby!) (Very freely adapted from the sheet music to the Broadway cast) "All You Have To Do" (London '93, the Buddha song, not arranged) "Three-Five-Zero-Zero" Ripped open by metal explosion Em Am Caught in barbed wire; fireball, bullet shock Em; Am Bayonet, electricity, shrapnel, throbbing meat Em Am Em Am Electronic data processing GC Black uniforms, bare feet, carbines GC Mail order rifles shoot the muscles Em Am Em 256 Viet Cong captured... Bm Em 256 Viet Cong captured... Bm Em (first time whispered) Prisoners in Niggertown G It's a dirty little war Three-five-zero-zero Take weapons up and begin to kill Watch the long long armies drifting home

G CGD D F-G-C C G E7 A7 D7 G

(sing out!) Oh, Prisoners in Niggertown It's a dirty little war Three-five-zero-zero Take weapons up and begin to kill Watch the long long armies drifting home

G G CGD D F-G-C C G E7 A7 D7 G

(let'er rip!) Oh, Prisoners in Niggertown It's a dirty little war Three-five-zero-zero Take weapons up and begin to kill Watch the long long armies drifting home

G G CGD D F-G-C C G E7 A7 D7 G

Ripped open by metal explosion Caught in barbed wire; fireball, bullet shock Bayonet, electricity, shrapnel, throbbing meat Electronic data

Em; Am

Em Am Em Am Em Am GC

"What A Piece Of Work Is Man" What A Piece Of Work Is Man How noble in reason How infinite in faculties In form and moving How express and admirable. In action, how like an angel In apprehension how like a god The beauty of the world The paragon of animals I have of late but wherefore I know not lost all my mirth. This goodly frame The earth seems to me a sterile promontory

GCG GCG

CF CG GCG CFCG GCG GCG G Am D7 G G

G7

CG

This most excellent canopy G Em The air-- Look you! This brave o'erhanging firmament D7 G This majestical roof Fretted with golden fire. C Why it appears no other thing to me G Am Than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What A Piece Of Work Is Man How noble in reason

GCG

AD Bm D11

G

GCG GCG

(Broadway cast reprises "Walking In Space" immediately after "What A Piece Of Work Is Man". I do not arrange the reprise here.) "Exanaplanetooch" (1969 script, not arranged) "Dead End" (1969 script, not arranged)

"Sheila Franklin" (1969 script, not arranged) "Claudine Hooper Bukowski" (1969 script, not arranged)

"Good Morning Starshine" Good Morning Starshine The earth says "hello" You twinkle above us We twinkle below.

(G)

CDC DCD

CDCD C D G D7

Good Morning Starshine You lead us along My love and me as we sing Our early morning singin' song

CDC DCD C B7 Em G7 C A7 D7 G

(middle eight) Gliddy glub gloopy; Nibby nabby noopy La la la lo lo... Sabba sibby sabba; Nooby abba nabba Le le lo lo... Tooby ooby walla; Nooby abba nabba Early morning singin' song. Good Morning Starshine The earth says "hello" You twinkle above us We twinkle below.

(G)

Good Morning Starshine You lead us along My love and me as we sing Our early morning singin' song

G

Am7 D7 Am7 D7 Am7 D7; Am7 D7 G G7 C B7; Em Am7 G D7 G

CDC DCD

CDCD C D G D7 CDC DCD C B7 Em G7 C A7 D7 G

(repeat middle eight) Singin' a song, humming a song Singing a song... Loving a song, laughing a song Singing a song... Sing the song; Song the sing Song song song sing Sing sing sing sing song Song song song sing Sing sing sing sing song

G Am7 D7 Am7 D7 Am7 D7 Am7 D7 G G7 C B7; Em7 Am7 G Am D7 G G Am D7 G

(extra verses, London 1993) Good Morning Starshine (G) CDC The universe rings DCD With Milky Way music CDCD Our blue planet sings. C D G D7

Good Morning Starshine And someday so strong They'll hear the song we sang Our early morning singin' song

CDC DCD C B7 Em G7 C A7 D7 G

"The Bed" (not arranged) "The Flesh Failures/Let The Sunshine In" We starve; look; at one another, short of breath walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation Bm D Of moving paper fantasy Bm F#7 Listening for the new told lies Bm With supreme visions of lonely tunes GD

Bm A

Somewhere inside something there is a rush of greatness Who knows what stands in front of Our lives I fashion my future on films in space Bm D Silence tells me secretly Everything; Everything...

Bm A Bm F#7 F#7 Bm; G D

Manchester England, England Bm Manchester England, England Bm Across the Atlantic Sea... Bm And I'm a genius genius, Em I believe in God Gb-E-Gb, Gb-E-Gb And I believe that God Gb-E-Gb Believes in Claude Gb-E-Gb That's me, that's me... that's me... Bm ..The rest is silence...the rest is silence.. Bm We starve; look; at one another, short of breath Bm walking proudly in our winter coats A Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation Bm D Of moving paper fantasy Bm F#7 Listening for the new told lies Bm With supreme visions of lonely tunes GD Singing; our space songs on a spider web sitar Life is around you and in you Answer for Timothy Leary, Dearie Let the sunshine Bm F# Let the sunshine in The sunshine in... G D

Bm

(repeat five times, or as desired)

Bm Bm D

A

(I transposed this from Cm to Bm because it sounded better and was easier to play.)