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From: "Kitch" <rumpole@mortimer.com>
Date: Sun, 19 May 2002 22:04:44 GMT
I like Ralph McTell - I'd never heard the song, so
I thought I'd give it a try. I couldn't find the lyrics
anywhere and the English accent at points is a little
tough for a good CanEhdian boy, so stop your
snickering and make the corrections. I have assumed,
by the way, that his female love is leaving him, on the train,
and possibly even emigrating, if I'm hearing the end
of the song correctly.
It sounds like he's in open D tuning, except the song
is in C#, so maybe he's in a slack open D tuning.
You can try that, but I've simply put in the straight
chords. I've also got the song in C [down below], so you can
capo up one and play along in C if it's easier.
Here's the wrinkle - it's in 3/4 time, but there's
a 4/4 bar that I've marked with an asterisk, that has
C# for 2 beats and F# for 2 beats. I suppose it's
intended as a hook, but it sounds more contrived
than musical to me. [but who am I?]
There are generally 4 bars per line, except where the
4/4 bar occurs, making it 3 bars per line. In one spot
I have somehow carried over the 4/4 bar to 2 lines,
but you'll figure it out.
"The Setting"
Ralph McTell
F# D#m7 C#* F#
G# G# G# G#
[]
C# Cm A#m A#m/D# G#
I'll never forget for the walk to the station,
F# C# C# G#
me with your suitcase being bold to make u strong, I was
Fm F# G# C#
trying to make light of the whole situation in
F# C# G# F#
light conversation we moved thru the throng...
D#m7 C#* F# G#
G# G# G# C#
And above all the
Cm A#m A#m/D# G# F#
roar of the town was the blue sky, I could hear the birds
C# C# G# Fm
singing for the joy of the day, and there was no
F# G# C# F#
support from my city forthcoming, no sympathy,
C# G# F# D#m7
knowing you're going away....
C#* F# G# G#
G# G# C# Cm
And you with your bright eyes and
A#m A#m/D# G# F# C#
bad stress for travelling, me in my work clothes,
C# G# Fm F#
unshaven and plain, Oh, I fully intended to
G# C# F# C#
put in a hard day, but my good intention went with
G# F# D#m7 C#*
you on the train.....
F# G# G# G#
G# C# Cm A#m A#m/D#
And I never looked back as the train left the
G# F# C# C#
station, crossed over the road and walked into the
G# Fm F# G#
park, and there in a bar, an old man was
C# F# C# G#
singing, and I sat there drinking until it got
F# D#m7 C#* F#
dark.....
G# G# G# G#
C# Cm A#m A#m/D# G#
[guitar solo]
F# C# C# G#
[]
Fm F# G# C#
[]
F# C# G# F#
[]
D#m7 C#* F# G#
[]
G# G# G# C#
[] And outside, the
Cm A#m A#m/D# G# F#
trees, they grow starlings like apples, their hustle and
C# C# G# Fm
chatter, not dampened by the rain, and wash down the
F# G# C# F#
pavement and into the gutter, I sort thru my
C# G# F# D#m7
thoughts, as I slip out again....
C#* F# G# G#
[]
G# G# C# Cm
And above me the stars were
A#m A#m/D# G# F# C#
hidden by raincloud, the song of the old man's been
C# G# Fm F#
locked in my brain, and forced emigration, the
G# C# F# C#
curse of a nation, the setting, now fitting his
G# F# D#m7 C#*
sad, sweet refrain.....
F# G# G# F#
[instrumental outro]
D#m7 C#* F# G#
[]
G# G# G# C#
[bagpipes without drone?]
Cm A#m A#m/D# G# F#
[]
C# C# G# Fm
[]
F# G# C# F#
[]
C# G# F# D#m7
[]
C# F# G#
[] [end]
========================================
"The Setting"
Ralph McTell
F Dm7 C* F
G G G G
[]
C Bm Am Am/D G
I'll never forget for the walk to the station,
F C C G
me with your suitcase being bold to make u strong, I was
Em F G C
trying to make light of the whole situation in
F C G F
light conversation we moved thru the throng...
Dm7 C* F G
G G G C
And above all the
Bm Am Am/D G F
roar of the town was the blue sky, I could hear the birds
C C G Em
singing for the joy of the day, and there was no
F G C F
support from my city forthcoming, no sympathy,
C G F Dm7
knowing you're going away....
C* F G G
G G C Bm
And you with your bright eyes and
Am Am/D G F C
bad stress for travelling, me in my work clothes,
C G Em F
unshaven and plain, Oh, I fully intended to
G C F C
put in a hard day, but my good intention went with
G F Dm7 C*
you on the train.....
F G G G
G C Bm Am Am/D
And I never looked back as the train left the
G F C C
station, crossed over the road and walked into the
G Em F G
park, and there in a bar, an old man was
C F C G
singing, and I sat there drinking until it got
F Dm7 C* F
dark.....
G G G G
C Bm Am Am/D G
[guitar solo]
F C C G
[]
Em F G C
[]
F C G F
[]
Dm7 C* F G
[]
G G G C
[] And outside, the
Bm Am Am/D G F
trees, they grow starlings like apples, their hustle and
C C G Em
chatter, not dampened by the rain, and wash down the
F G C F
pavement and into the gutter, I sort thru my
C G F Dm7
thoughts, as I slip out again....
C* F G G
[]
G G C Bm
And above me the stars were
Am Am/D G F C
hidden by raincloud, the song of the old man's been
C G Em F
locked in my brain, and forced emigration, the
G C F C
curse of a nation, the setting, now fitting his
G F Dm7 C*
sad, sweet refrain.....
F G G F
[instrumental outro]
Dm7 C* F G
[]
G G G C
[bagpipes without drone?]
Bm Am Am/D G F
[]
C C G Em
[]
F G C F
[]
C G F Dm7
[]
C F G
[] [end]
COMMENTS:
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The words are incorrect. The correct words are as follows:
I will never forget the walk to the station,
Me with your suitcase being brotherly strong.
And trying to make light of the whole situation,
In mild conversation we moved through the throng,
And above all the roar of the town was the blue sky,
I could here the birds singing for the joy of the day
And there was no support from the city forthcoming,
No sympathy numbing your going away.
It’s hard to say goodbye.
And there was you with your bright eyes and best dress for travelling
And me in my work clothes, unshaven and plain,
Oh, I fully intended to put in the half day,
But my good intentions went with you on the train.
And I never looked back as the train left the station,
Crossed over the road and walked into the park,
And there in a bar an old man was singing,
And I sat there drinking until it got dark.
And outside the trees they grew starlings like apples,
Their hustle and chatter not dampened by the rain.
That washed down the pavements and into the gutters,
That soaked through my clothes as I set out again,
And above me the stars were all hidden by rain clouds,
The song of the old man still locked in my brain,
And all emigration, the curse of a nation
The setting now fitting his sad sweet refrain.
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