To Love Somebody

There's a light A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
I want my life to be here with you

I wanna be with you

There's a way I heard everybody say
To do each and everything
But what good does it bring
If I ain't got you, I ain't got? Baby

CHORUS

You don't know what it's like, baby
You don't know what it's like
To love somebody To love somebody
The way I love you

In my brain I see your face again
I know my frame of mind
I ain't got to be so blind
And I'm blind, so very, very blind

I'm a man, can't you see that’s what I am
Every breath I take, I take for you

But what good would breathin’ do
If I can’t have you, if I can’t have you, baby

CHORUS

Capo 3:
Verse: G9, Am, C, G9 … F, G9, D, C (x2)

Chorus: G9, D, C, G .. D, C, G

The Party Guitarist

Christmas

Two For The Show

Two for the show and your mother wants to go

It’ll break her heart to tell her she’s too old

I’m in my place, I got make-up all over my face

I think I know my lines but I don’t know

CHORUS:

One for the money, two for the show

Three for the lady on the radio

Four might be the one you never know, you never know

If only there was a better way to go (Way to go), two for the show

Waiting in the wings, while the queen of virtue sings

It’ll break her heart when you tell her she’s out of key

But give her have a chance, and she’ll soon learn how to dance

And she can make a living gracefully

CHORUS

Interlude

CHORUS

Verse: G, Bm, C, G (x2)

Chorus: C, G, C, G, C, G step down Em, Am, D, G

The Party Guitarist

Christmas

Under The Boardwalk

When the sun beats down And burns the tar up on the roof

And your shoes get so hot You wish your tired feet were fireproof

Under the boardwalk Down by the sea

On a blanket with my baby Is where I'll be

(Under the boardwalk) Out of the sun

(Under the boardwalk) We'll be having some fun

(Under the boardwalk) People walking above

(Under the boardwalk) We'll be falling in love

(Under the boardwalk, boardwalk)

From the park you'll hear The happy sound of a carousel

You can almost taste the hot dogs And French fries they sell

Under the boardwalk Down by the sea, yeah

On a blanket with my baby Is where I'll be

(Under the boardwalk) Out of the sun

(Under the boardwalk) We'll be having some fun

(Under the boardwalk) People walking above

(Under the boardwalk) We'll be falling in love

(Under the boardwalk, boardwalk)

Verse: A E E A A7

Bridge: D A A E A

Chorus: F#m E F#m E F#m F#m F#m F#m

The Party Guitarist

Christmas

Vincent

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy, linen land

Now, I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now, I understand, what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night

You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget

Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now, I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

The Party Guitarist

Christmas

Waiting on a Friend

Watching girls go passing by
It ain't the latest thing
I'm just standing in a doorway
I'm just trying to make some sense

Out of these girls passing by
The tales they tell of men
I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on friend

A smile relieves a heart that grieves
Remember what I said
I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend

Don't need a girl, I don't need no booze
Don't need a virgin priest
But I need someone I can cry to
I need someone to protect

Making love and breaking hearts
It is a game for youth
But I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend

I'm just waiting on a friend

I'm just waiting on a friend
Waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend

The Party Guitarist

Christmas

We're Here for a Good Time

A very good friend of mine

Told me somethin’ the other day

I thought I’d pass it on to you

‘Cause there words that I believe to be true

We’re here for a good time Not a long time

So have a good time, the sun can’t shine everyday

And the sun is shining In the rainy city

And the sun is shining Oooh, isn’t it a pity

That every year has its share of tears

Every now and then it’s gotta rain

We’re here for a good time Not a long time

So have a good time, the sun can’t shine everyday

And the sun is shining In the rainy city

And the sun is shining Oooh, isn’t it a pity

That every year has its share of tears

Every now and then it’s gotta rain

We’re here for a good time Not a long time

So have a good time, the sun can’t shine everyday

We’re here for a good time Not a long time

So have a good time, the sun can’t shine everyday

Verse and Chorus: A, E, F#m, D, A

Bridge: D, A, D, A, Bm, E, D, E . . .

The Party Guitarist

Christmas

What's Goin' on

Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination

I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means

And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar.

And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What's going on?

And I say: HEY! yeah yeaaah, HEY yeah yea
I said hey, what's going on?

ooh, ooh ooooooooooooooooh
ooh, ooh ooooooooooooooooh

and I try, oh my god do I try
I try all the time, in this institution

And I pray, oh my god do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution.

And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar

And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What's going on?

And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?

ooh, ooh ooooooooooooooooh ooooooooooooooooh

Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
for a destination
mmh mh

The Party Guitarist

Christmas

Wonderwall

Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you

And by now, you should've somehow realized what you gotta do

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

And backbeat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out

I'm sure you've heard it all before, but you never really had a doubt

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding

There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how

Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me

And after all You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day, but they'll never throw it back to you

And by now, you should've somehow realized what you're not to do

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads that lead you there were winding

And all the lights that light the way are blinding

There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how

I said maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me

And after all You're my wonderwall

I said maybe (I said maybe) You're gonna be the one that saves me

And after all You're my wonderwall

(Optional Ending . . . )

I said maybe (I said maybe) You're gonna be the one that saves me (saves me)

You're gonna be the one that saves me (saves me)

The Party Guitarist

Christmas

Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy

With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too
T'was the witch of November come stealin'

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya"
At seven PM, a main hatchway caved in, he said
"Fellas, it's been good to know ya"

The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen

And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the maritime sailors' cathedral
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early

The Party Guitarist

Christmas