Chords for Pat DiNizio Performs "Behind the Wall of Sleep"

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It was a proud moment for me when I was able to go to the library on my own and take out books,
you know, Dr.
Seuss and books on the Civil War.
And _ last night _ someone posted something on my
Facebook page and it was, they said, Pat, do you have this?
And they knew I was a fan of
_ the old Mad magazines from the late 1950s and early 60s.
_ And as Dennis Dyke and our drummer
said so _ eloquently on our first live CD _ that we learned more about life from Mad magazine than
from all our teachers combined in high school.
_ But in any event, _ _ every issue is on CD-ROM and I
said I much prefer to hold my old worn _ weathered copies of Mad magazine in my hand.
Yeah.
And
because there's the smell of books, the _ feel of them.
There's nothing like it in the world.
And I try to explain to my _ daughter the _ _ time she's living in and the times [Fm] that I grew up in
when I'd walk [A] home from school in fourth [G] grade on a crisp autumn afternoon and go to the library,
my favorite place in the world.
And I'd kick through the leaves, the whole experience [N] of
_ going in, fiddling out the card catalog, which probably no longer exists, of course,
and having to search for that book and sit down.
And the smell of the books as you open them,
just the whole overwhelmingly beautiful experience.
So before I begin, I want to thank you
for what you do for our country and [Em] our kids by [E] being librarians.
And I thank you so much
and what you've done for my life.
[B] With that being said, a lot of the song titles come from books.
And this first [F] song I'll do, which was the number one hit for the Smithereens many years [F#] ago, _
was taken from _ a title of _ a collection of short stories by the science fiction horror writer H.P.
Lovecraft.
He wrote a story called Beyond the Wall of Sleep.
So I retitled it.
[E] _ _ _ _ [C#] _
[D#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
[D#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
[D#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
[D#m] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] She was [D#m] _
tall and cool and pretty.
[F#] She dressed black as gold.
[G#m] If she asked me to, I'd murder.
[C#] I [D#m] could badly lose my soul.
Now [F#] I like it bad, [D#m] I think that bad.
[F#] Sometimes I'd even [D#m] weep.
Then [B] I'd dream of her [C#] behind the wall of [D#m] sleep.
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [D#m] Well, she held a bass guitar.
_ She [F#] was playing _ in a band.
[G#m] She stood just like the wild one,
[C#] not [D#m] by her biggest [F#] fan.
[C#] Now [D#m] I know I'm one of many who [F#] would like to be your friend.
And [G#m] I've got to find a way to [C#] let [D#m] you know I'm not like them.
_ [F#] Now I like it bad, [D#m] I think that bad.
[F#] Sometimes I'd even [D#m] weep.
Then [B] I'd dream of her [C#] behind the wall of [D#m] sleep.
_ _ _ Imagine the [C#] greatest guitar [D#m] solo you ever heard right here.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [D#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [D#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [D#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ Now [F#] I like it bad, [D#m] I think that bad.
[F#]
Sometimes I'd even [D#m] weep.
_ [B] Then I'd dream of her [D#m] [C#] behind the wall [D#m] of sleep.
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] [D#m] Got your number from a friend of mine [F#]
who lives in your hometown.
I _ called [G#m] you up to have a drink.
_ [C#] Your [D#m] roommate said you wouldn't rattle.
[C#] Now [D#m] I know I'm one of many
_ [F#] who would like to be your [D#] friend.
[G#m] And I've just got to find a way to [C#] let [D#m] you know I'm not like them.
Now [F#] I like it bad, [D#m] I think that [F#] bad.
Sometimes I'd even [D#m] _ weep.
Then [B] I'd dream of her [C#] behind the wall [D#m] of sleep.
_ _ [F#] Behind [C#] the wall [D#m] of sleep.
_ _ [B] Behind the [C#] [D#m] wall of sleep.
_ _ [B] Behind [F#] the [C#] [D#m] wall of sleep.
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [D#m] _
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