REM

Loosing My Religion

Am Em
Life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
Dm G
I set it up

Am Em
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough

Fm G Am
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Am Em
Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

C Am
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

Land Down Under

Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said,

Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.

Buying bread from a man in brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, do you speak-a my language?
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,

I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.

Lying in a den in bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?
And he said,

Oh! do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.

Mr Jones - Counting Crows

Am F Dm G
I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Am F G
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer
Am F Dm G
She dances while his father plays guitar. She's suddenly beautiful
Am F G
We all want something beautiful, I wish I was beautiful


Am F
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Dm G Am F G *
Sha la la la la la la la yeah uh huh...
Am F Dm G
Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
Am F G
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Am F Dm G
Believe in me. Help me believe in anything
Am F G
'Cause I want to be someone who believes


C F G
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
C F
Stare at the beautiful women
G
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."

C F G
Smiling in the bright lights, coming through in stereo
C F G
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely


Am F Dm G
I will paint my picture. Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
Am F G
All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful
Am F Dm G *
(you know) Gray is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday
Am F G
If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play


C F G
Mr. Jones and me look into the future
C F
Stare at the beautiful women
G
"She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
C F G
Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a gray guitar
C F G Am
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely


Am
I will never be lonely
G
I will never be lonely


Am F
I want to be a lion. Everybody wants to pass as cats
Am G
We All want to be big, big stars, but we got different reasons for that.
Am F
Believe in me because I don't believe in anything
Am G
And I want to be someone to believe, to believe, to believe.


C F G
Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
C F
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
G
"She's perfect for you, man, there's got to be somebody for me."
C F
I want to be Bob Dylan
G
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky

C F G
When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be.


C F G
Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
C F G
When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me.
C F G
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why, and we don't know how.
C F G
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as I can be.
C F G
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars.....