Winter Has Me tab - don mclean

From: "Ronald Staats" 
Date:          Tue, 21 Nov 1995 15:57:55 MET-1
Subject:       crd:winter has me in it's grip - don mclean

 I only know this song  from the SOLO-album. But it comes from the album 
Homeless (1974). 
 The song starts with flageolets on
  the twelfth and seventh fret. I'd guess the song is easy to play
  when you heard it on the record. The musical intermezzo are
  just the chords in the refrain until the Em. But i guess you'll
  find that out. Just before he plays Winter has me etc. there's a
  little solo which is played this way:
  ----------------3---3---2-----
  ---------------0-0-0---3------
  -------0------0---0---2-------
  --0-0h2---------------------
  ---------------------2--------
  -----------3------------------
             winter has me etc.

In fact i have to admit this song is worked out by an old 
schoolfriend: henny fonville. I haven't seen him for more than 10 
years, but maybe some day he finds his way to OLGA too.

  Well good luck playing it,

  ronald staats
  r.staats@dit.azu.nl

 
Winter has me in it's grip - Don Mclean

G               D(B-bass)
Winter has me in it's grip
 Am                 D7
think i'll take a summer trip
 Am         D7   
on a sunny sailing ship
            Em               D7
where the shells lie in the sand

  musical intermezzo

 G            D(B-bass)
I feel so lonely
 Am                        D7
I'm to young to feel this old
      G             D(B-bass)
I need you and you only
         Am                  D7
when the weather gets this cold

Winter has me in it's etc.

There's no use in going
cause it's cold inside my heart
and it's always snowing
since the day we broke apart

Winter has me in it's etc.

I tried to run from winter
like this spring and summer run to fall
But when the weather 's in you
ther's no hiding place at all, thats why

Winter has me in it's grip etc.

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Vincent (Starry Starry Night) - Don McLean (legendado)
A Slide Show Double Tribute to Vincent van Gogh and Don McLean. (portuguese subtitled) For a version without subtitles refer to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OtK_sP6_fM Um Slide Show em homenagem a Vincent van Gogh e Don McLean. (legendas em português) Vincent - Don McLean 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 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 Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflecting 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 in sight 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 A silver thorn on a 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

Vincent (Starry Starry Night) - Don McLean
A Slide Show Double Tribute to Vincent van Gogh and Don McLean. Vincent - Don McLean 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 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 Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflecting 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 in sight 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 A silver thorn on a 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

Don McLean - Vincent - Malvasio
Wonderful song about Van Gogh by Don McLean, a little out of my range but with some Malvasionization, all is possible Vincent Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey 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. And 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. Starry starry night flaming flo'rs 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. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you but still your love was true and when no hope was left in sight 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 stranger that you've met the ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn of bloddy rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. And 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 list'ning still perhaps they never will.

Starry Starry Night / Vincent (Don McLean Cover)
Stereo Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wz2fA7pLt5Y&fmt=18 Tabs: http://krisshred.antagonist.info/youtube_tabs/vincent_starry_night_don_mclean.txt Mp3: http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/6/17/1186263/Cover_Songs/2008-12-31_Kris_Shred_-_Starry_Starry_Night_Vincent__Cover.mp3 ______ Starry, starry night. Paint your palette blue and grey, 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, 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. 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 field 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 in sight 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 head on nameless walls, With eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the strangers that you've met, The ragged men in the 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... .

Don MClean - Vincent
Sad song about Van Gogh but actually apply to just an artist.. Vincent - lyrics: 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 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 Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflecting 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 hands 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 in sight 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 A silver thorn on a 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