Chords for Allen Ginsberg reads poetry to William Buckley
Tempo:
78.2 bpm
Chords used:
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C
E
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Mr.
Allen [C] Ginsberg became a success internationally after publishing Howl and reached great critical
acclaim with Caddish, published in 1960.
We're here to talk about the avant-garde.
I should like to begin by asking Mr.
Ginsberg whether he considers that the hippies are
an intimation of the U-order.
[E] Why don't I read a poem?
[F#] I mean, I'm shook.
A legal poem.
Do you have one?
Yes, I have [C] one.
An interesting project, which is a poem which I wrote on LSD, under the [F#] influence of LSD.
Whales' Visitation.
White fog lifting and falling on the mountain brow.
[N] Trees moving in rivers of wind.
The clouds arise as on a wave.
Gigantic eddy lifting mist above teeming ferns.
Exquisitely suede on a green crag glimpsed through mullion glass in valley rain.
Nice.
Okay.
All the valley quivered.
One extended motion.
Wind undulating on mossy hills.
A giant wash that sank white fog delicately down red runnels on the mountain side whose
leaf branch tendril moved a sway in granitic undertow down.
No imperfection in the budded mountain.
Valleys breathe heaven and earth moving together.
Daisies push inches of yellow air.
Vegetables tremble.
Green atoms shiver in grassy mandalas.
Sheep speckle the mountainside revolving their jaws with empty eyes.
The great secret is no [F#] secret.
My skull and Lord Hereford's knob equal all Albion won.
I kinda like [G] that.
Allen [C] Ginsberg became a success internationally after publishing Howl and reached great critical
acclaim with Caddish, published in 1960.
We're here to talk about the avant-garde.
I should like to begin by asking Mr.
Ginsberg whether he considers that the hippies are
an intimation of the U-order.
[E] Why don't I read a poem?
[F#] I mean, I'm shook.
A legal poem.
Do you have one?
Yes, I have [C] one.
An interesting project, which is a poem which I wrote on LSD, under the [F#] influence of LSD.
Whales' Visitation.
White fog lifting and falling on the mountain brow.
[N] Trees moving in rivers of wind.
The clouds arise as on a wave.
Gigantic eddy lifting mist above teeming ferns.
Exquisitely suede on a green crag glimpsed through mullion glass in valley rain.
Nice.
Okay.
All the valley quivered.
One extended motion.
Wind undulating on mossy hills.
A giant wash that sank white fog delicately down red runnels on the mountain side whose
leaf branch tendril moved a sway in granitic undertow down.
No imperfection in the budded mountain.
Valleys breathe heaven and earth moving together.
Daisies push inches of yellow air.
Vegetables tremble.
Green atoms shiver in grassy mandalas.
Sheep speckle the mountainside revolving their jaws with empty eyes.
The great secret is no [F#] secret.
My skull and Lord Hereford's knob equal all Albion won.
I kinda like [G] that.
Key:
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_ Mr.
Allen [C] Ginsberg became a success internationally after publishing Howl and reached great critical
acclaim with Caddish, published in 1960.
We're here to talk about the avant-garde.
I should like to begin by asking Mr.
Ginsberg whether he considers that the hippies are
an intimation of the U-order.
[E] Why don't I read a poem?
_ [F#] I mean, I'm shook.
A legal poem.
Do you have one?
_ _ Yes, I have [C] one.
An interesting project, which is a poem which I wrote on LSD, under the [F#] influence of LSD.
Whales' Visitation.
White fog lifting and falling on the mountain brow.
[N] Trees moving in rivers of wind.
The clouds arise as on a wave.
Gigantic eddy lifting mist above teeming ferns.
Exquisitely suede on a green crag glimpsed through mullion glass in valley rain.
Nice.
Okay.
_ _ _ All _ the valley quivered.
One extended motion.
Wind undulating on mossy hills.
A giant wash that sank white fog delicately down red runnels on the mountain side whose
leaf branch tendril moved a sway in granitic undertow down.
No imperfection in the budded mountain.
Valleys breathe heaven and earth moving together.
Daisies push inches of yellow air.
Vegetables tremble.
Green atoms shiver in grassy mandalas.
Sheep speckle the mountainside revolving their jaws with empty eyes.
The great secret is no [F#] secret.
My skull and Lord Hereford's knob equal all Albion won.
I kinda like [G] that. _ _ _ _
Allen [C] Ginsberg became a success internationally after publishing Howl and reached great critical
acclaim with Caddish, published in 1960.
We're here to talk about the avant-garde.
I should like to begin by asking Mr.
Ginsberg whether he considers that the hippies are
an intimation of the U-order.
[E] Why don't I read a poem?
_ [F#] I mean, I'm shook.
A legal poem.
Do you have one?
_ _ Yes, I have [C] one.
An interesting project, which is a poem which I wrote on LSD, under the [F#] influence of LSD.
Whales' Visitation.
White fog lifting and falling on the mountain brow.
[N] Trees moving in rivers of wind.
The clouds arise as on a wave.
Gigantic eddy lifting mist above teeming ferns.
Exquisitely suede on a green crag glimpsed through mullion glass in valley rain.
Nice.
Okay.
_ _ _ All _ the valley quivered.
One extended motion.
Wind undulating on mossy hills.
A giant wash that sank white fog delicately down red runnels on the mountain side whose
leaf branch tendril moved a sway in granitic undertow down.
No imperfection in the budded mountain.
Valleys breathe heaven and earth moving together.
Daisies push inches of yellow air.
Vegetables tremble.
Green atoms shiver in grassy mandalas.
Sheep speckle the mountainside revolving their jaws with empty eyes.
The great secret is no [F#] secret.
My skull and Lord Hereford's knob equal all Albion won.
I kinda like [G] that. _ _ _ _