A poem on the underground wall - Live from NYC 1967 (Simon & Garfunkel) Chords
Tempo:
121.75 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
The first album that we recorded for Columbia called Wednesday Morning 3am has a picture on the cover of Paul and myself in the subway system in New York here, standing at the Fifth Avenue station next to an iron post.
If you know the album, then you're familiar with the picture.
What you're not familiar with is the trouble that we went through in order to get that final picture because the original shots that were taken for the cover were taken off the picture that you see standing against the subway wall on the platform underneath the subway sign.
We took about 500 pictures until we were satisfied with the perfect James Dean shot and packed up the cameras and guitars.
As we left the station, I took a glance at the subway wall in front of which we had taken all the pictures for the first time that day.
I noticed that written there, rather legibly, in the baroque style common to New York subway wall writers [Bbm]
was [B] the old [N] familiar suggestion.
[F] [Gb] And [F] rather beautifully illustrated as well.
Well, we had a conference with Columbia Records to decide what to do about this problem.
And of course, we immediately told Columbia that this was exactly what we wanted on the cover of the LP.
[Eb] Forget it.
I'm mentioning this because [A] we have taken a song.
[C] It's now two years later.
Paul has written a song fairly recently [Gb] in London dealing [N] with the theme of people who write on subway walls, but treating the theme in a rather strange and serious way.
The song is called A Poem on the Underground Wall.
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[Bbm] The [Gb] last [Db] train is nearly due.
The [Bbm] underground is closing soon.
[Db] And in the dark, deserted station, restless [Bbm] in anticipation, [Db] a man waits in the shadows.
[Bbm] [Gb] His [Db] restless eyes leap and scratch at all that they [Bbm] can touch or catch.
Hidden [Db] deep within his pocket, safe within [Bbm] a silent socket, [Db] he holds a colored crayon.
[Bbm] [Ab] Now from the [Db] tunnel's stony womb, the carriage [Bbm] rides to meet the groom and [Db] opens wide and welcomed doors, but he [Bbm] hesitates and [Gb] withdraws deeper [Eb] in the shadows.
[Bbm]
And the train has gone suddenly, [Ab] on wheels clicking silently, [Gb] like a gently tapping [Ebm] litterly, [Bbm] and he holds his [Ebm] crayon rosary [Ab] tighter in his [Bbm] hand.
Now [Db] from his pocket quick he flashes the crayon on the wall he slashes.
Deep upon the advertising, a single worded poem comprised of four letters.
[Bbm] [Db] At his heart, his laugh and scream, they pound in the poem across [Bbm] the tracks rebounding.
[Db]
Shadowed by the exit light, his legs [Bbm] take their ascending flight to [Db] seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the [Bbm] night.
[F] [Bb] [Eb]
[N]
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[Gm]
[F] [G]
If you know the album, then you're familiar with the picture.
What you're not familiar with is the trouble that we went through in order to get that final picture because the original shots that were taken for the cover were taken off the picture that you see standing against the subway wall on the platform underneath the subway sign.
We took about 500 pictures until we were satisfied with the perfect James Dean shot and packed up the cameras and guitars.
As we left the station, I took a glance at the subway wall in front of which we had taken all the pictures for the first time that day.
I noticed that written there, rather legibly, in the baroque style common to New York subway wall writers [Bbm]
was [B] the old [N] familiar suggestion.
[F] [Gb] And [F] rather beautifully illustrated as well.
Well, we had a conference with Columbia Records to decide what to do about this problem.
And of course, we immediately told Columbia that this was exactly what we wanted on the cover of the LP.
[Eb] Forget it.
I'm mentioning this because [A] we have taken a song.
[C] It's now two years later.
Paul has written a song fairly recently [Gb] in London dealing [N] with the theme of people who write on subway walls, but treating the theme in a rather strange and serious way.
The song is called A Poem on the Underground Wall.
[Db] [Bbm]
[Db]
[Bbm] [Db]
[Bbm] [Gb] [Db]
[Bbm] The [Gb] last [Db] train is nearly due.
The [Bbm] underground is closing soon.
[Db] And in the dark, deserted station, restless [Bbm] in anticipation, [Db] a man waits in the shadows.
[Bbm] [Gb] His [Db] restless eyes leap and scratch at all that they [Bbm] can touch or catch.
Hidden [Db] deep within his pocket, safe within [Bbm] a silent socket, [Db] he holds a colored crayon.
[Bbm] [Ab] Now from the [Db] tunnel's stony womb, the carriage [Bbm] rides to meet the groom and [Db] opens wide and welcomed doors, but he [Bbm] hesitates and [Gb] withdraws deeper [Eb] in the shadows.
[Bbm]
And the train has gone suddenly, [Ab] on wheels clicking silently, [Gb] like a gently tapping [Ebm] litterly, [Bbm] and he holds his [Ebm] crayon rosary [Ab] tighter in his [Bbm] hand.
Now [Db] from his pocket quick he flashes the crayon on the wall he slashes.
Deep upon the advertising, a single worded poem comprised of four letters.
[Bbm] [Db] At his heart, his laugh and scream, they pound in the poem across [Bbm] the tracks rebounding.
[Db]
Shadowed by the exit light, his legs [Bbm] take their ascending flight to [Db] seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the [Bbm] night.
[F] [Bb] [Eb]
[N]
[D] [Bb]
[Ab]
[Gm]
[F] [G]
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The first album that we recorded for Columbia called Wednesday Morning 3am _ _ has a picture on the cover of Paul and myself in the subway system in New York here, standing at the Fifth Avenue station _ next to an iron post.
If you know the album, then you're familiar with the picture.
What you're not familiar with is the trouble that we went through in order to get that final picture because the original shots that were taken for the cover were taken off _ the picture that you see standing against the subway wall on the platform underneath the subway sign.
We _ took about 500 pictures _ until we were satisfied with _ the perfect James Dean shot and packed up the cameras and guitars.
_ As we left the station, I took a glance at the subway wall in front of which we had taken all the pictures for the first time that day. _
I noticed that written there, rather legibly, in the baroque style common to New York subway wall writers _ _ [Bbm] _ _
was _ _ _ [B] _ the old [N] familiar suggestion. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ And [F] rather beautifully illustrated as well.
Well, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ we had a conference with Columbia Records to decide what to do about this problem.
And of course, we immediately told Columbia that this was exactly what we wanted on the cover of the LP. _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ Forget it.
_ _ I'm mentioning this because [A] we have taken a song.
[C] It's now two years later.
Paul has written a song fairly recently [Gb] in London dealing [N] with the theme of people who write on subway walls, but treating the theme in a rather strange and serious way.
The song is called A Poem on the Underground Wall. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Gb] _ _ [Db] _
_ _ _ [Bbm] The _ [Gb] last [Db] train is nearly due.
The [Bbm] underground is closing soon.
[Db] And in the dark, deserted station, restless [Bbm] in anticipation, [Db] a man waits in the shadows. _ _
_ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Gb] His [Db] restless eyes leap and scratch at all that they [Bbm] can touch or catch.
Hidden [Db] deep within his pocket, safe within [Bbm] a silent socket, [Db] he holds a colored _ crayon. _ _
_ _ _ [Bbm] _ [Ab] Now from the [Db] tunnel's stony womb, the carriage [Bbm] rides to meet the groom and [Db] opens wide and welcomed doors, but he [Bbm] hesitates and [Gb] withdraws deeper [Eb] in the shadows.
_ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And the train has gone suddenly, _ _ _ [Ab] on wheels clicking silently, _ _ [Gb] like a gently tapping [Ebm] litterly, _ [Bbm] and he holds his [Ebm] crayon rosary _ _ [Ab] tighter in his _ _ [Bbm] hand.
_ _ Now [Db] from his pocket quick he flashes the crayon on the wall he slashes.
Deep upon the advertising, a single worded poem comprised of four letters.
_ _ [Bbm] _ [Db] At his heart, his laugh and scream, they pound in the poem across [Bbm] the tracks rebounding.
[Db]
Shadowed by the exit light, his legs [Bbm] take their ascending flight to [Db] seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the [Bbm] night.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
If you know the album, then you're familiar with the picture.
What you're not familiar with is the trouble that we went through in order to get that final picture because the original shots that were taken for the cover were taken off _ the picture that you see standing against the subway wall on the platform underneath the subway sign.
We _ took about 500 pictures _ until we were satisfied with _ the perfect James Dean shot and packed up the cameras and guitars.
_ As we left the station, I took a glance at the subway wall in front of which we had taken all the pictures for the first time that day. _
I noticed that written there, rather legibly, in the baroque style common to New York subway wall writers _ _ [Bbm] _ _
was _ _ _ [B] _ the old [N] familiar suggestion. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ And [F] rather beautifully illustrated as well.
Well, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ we had a conference with Columbia Records to decide what to do about this problem.
And of course, we immediately told Columbia that this was exactly what we wanted on the cover of the LP. _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ Forget it.
_ _ I'm mentioning this because [A] we have taken a song.
[C] It's now two years later.
Paul has written a song fairly recently [Gb] in London dealing [N] with the theme of people who write on subway walls, but treating the theme in a rather strange and serious way.
The song is called A Poem on the Underground Wall. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Gb] _ _ [Db] _
_ _ _ [Bbm] The _ [Gb] last [Db] train is nearly due.
The [Bbm] underground is closing soon.
[Db] And in the dark, deserted station, restless [Bbm] in anticipation, [Db] a man waits in the shadows. _ _
_ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Gb] His [Db] restless eyes leap and scratch at all that they [Bbm] can touch or catch.
Hidden [Db] deep within his pocket, safe within [Bbm] a silent socket, [Db] he holds a colored _ crayon. _ _
_ _ _ [Bbm] _ [Ab] Now from the [Db] tunnel's stony womb, the carriage [Bbm] rides to meet the groom and [Db] opens wide and welcomed doors, but he [Bbm] hesitates and [Gb] withdraws deeper [Eb] in the shadows.
_ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And the train has gone suddenly, _ _ _ [Ab] on wheels clicking silently, _ _ [Gb] like a gently tapping [Ebm] litterly, _ [Bbm] and he holds his [Ebm] crayon rosary _ _ [Ab] tighter in his _ _ [Bbm] hand.
_ _ Now [Db] from his pocket quick he flashes the crayon on the wall he slashes.
Deep upon the advertising, a single worded poem comprised of four letters.
_ _ [Bbm] _ [Db] At his heart, his laugh and scream, they pound in the poem across [Bbm] the tracks rebounding.
[Db]
Shadowed by the exit light, his legs [Bbm] take their ascending flight to [Db] seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the [Bbm] night.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
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