Cifra de Stranger With The Melodies - Harry Chapin
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It was my first night in that roomin` house,
in the last room down the hall.
I heard a hoarse voice, and an old guitar,
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comin` through the paper thin walls.
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it did not mean a thing.
But for the first of what was to be a thousand times,
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this is what I heard him sing.
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I had to lay there listening, it seemed he was in the room.
The stranger with the melodies, singin` there in the gloom.
And he repeated it over and over again, such a soft and sinking sound.
It was kind of like a music box that was slowly windin` down.
And he sang it, he hummed it, he whistled it, and he strummed it.
He laughed it, and he cried it. He did anything but hide it.
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So I lay there in that lumpy bed, counted Choruses instead of sheep,
`till I banged on the wall and out I called, "Hey bub, I need some sleep."
So I said, "It`s kind of late for music, sir. Two hours `till it`s daylight."
He answered, "I need my music most in these dark hours of the night.
You see I`ve tried gettin` high on somethin`, son; it only brings me down.
Stayin` dry don`t work out better, boy, `cause my eyes get wet and I drown.
Won`t you please let me continue, and I`ll be in your debt.
You see I`m not singin` to remember, son. I`m just singin` to forget.
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That`s when I said, if I`m supposed to listen to you, sir,
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one quick question, then.
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Why in the hell do you sing one song, over and over again?
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Together we`d write the kinds of songs the angels must have heard.
Of course, we`d fight like cats and dogs; life ain`t no rosebud dream.
Still, where ever we`d go, everybody`d know, we were truly a team.
I can`t remember now if I`d done her wrong, or if she`d done wrong to me.
Still, all I know is when I let her go, it did not set me free.
That`s when I said, "You sound like what`s-his-name."
He said, "That`s who I am.
But you can`t wrap a name around you boy,
`cause it really don`t mean a damn.
You see, a song don`t have no meanin`, when it don`t have nothin` to say.
What she could do was magic, son. All I can do is play.
He started singin` again, that`s when I drifted off,
and maybe I`d dreamed what I`d heard,
about the stranger with the melodies,
who`d gone and lost the words.
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