• Song:

    Third Week In The Chelsea

  • Artist:

    Jefferson Airplane

  • Album:

    2400 Fulton Street

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intro 
D5 G5 4x (fingerpick) : D5 G5 E5 D5  D5 A5 G5 E5 D5  D5 G5 E5 D5  D5 A5 G5 E5 

B5 : 

D5 A5 G5 E5 G5 D5 

D5 G5 4x 

D5           G5              E5           D5 
Sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind 
D5            A5      G5               E5             D5 
My hands are movin' faster than the movement of my mind 
D5            G5                 E5                          D5 
Thoughts and generations of my dreams of my dreams are yet unborn 
D5         A5     G5                  E5              B5 
Hope that I can find them 'fore my movin' gets too worn 
D5       A5       G5               E5      G5      D5 
If only I could live to see the dawning of the dawn 
D5 G5 4x 
Repeat throughout song 

So we go on moving trying to make this image real 

Straining every nerve not knowing what we really feel 

Straining every nerve ending and everybody sees 

That what they read in the Rolling Stone has really come to be 

And trying to avoid a taste of that reality 

On an early New York mornin' a mirror in the hall 

Showed to me a face I didn't know at all 

Lines were drawn around a pair of eyes that opened wide 

When I looked into the mouth there was nothing left inside 

So I walked into the little room and whistled like a sigh 

As dawn light closed around me my head was still in gear 

Thinking thoughts of playing more and singing loud and clear 

Trying to reach a friend somewhere and make that person smile 

Maybe pull myself away from that old lonesome mile 

That often comes to haunt me in the morning 


E5                  B5              A5             D5 
All my friends keep telling me that it would be a shame 
   D5               E5                B5           D5 
To break up such a grand success and tear apart a name 
E5                B5          A5                D5 
But all I know is what I feel whenever I'm not playin' 
E5              B5                                  A5 
Emptiness ain't where it's at and neither's feeling pain 

Well now what is going to happen now is anybody's guess 
If I can't spend my time with love I guess I need a rest 
Time is getting late now and the sun is getting low 
My body's getting tired of carryin' another's load 
And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the road 
:outro: D G 4x D A G Em G D 
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