The Chamber of 32 Doors
Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway
Cory, March 2012 (coryp23@gmail.com)

| 1     2   +   3     4     5   |
|               F#/Bb B     C#m |
| Abm                       C#m |
| Abm                       C#m |
| Abm       C#m Abm       |
| C#m                     |
| %                       |

| 1     2   +     3     4   +     5     |
| Abm       F#/Bb B         F#/Bb C#m   |
| Abm                             F#/C# |

Ab                                Ebsus/Ab
At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,
-4--------------------------------4--------------------|
-4--------------------------------4--------------------|
-5--------------------------------3--------------------|
-6-----------------------------------------------------|
-6-----------------------------------------------------|
-4--------------------------------4--------------------|

C#m                               C#sus2 C#m
running around to all the doors.
-4-----------------------------------------------------|
-5--------------------------------4------5-------------|
-6--------------------------------6------6-------------|
-6--------------------------------6------6-------------|
-4--------------------------------4------4-------------|
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Ab                                   Ebsus/Ab
They try to find, find themselves an audience;
C#m                              C#sus2 C#m
their deductions need applause.

C#m   Ab/C  Bdim  F#/Bb  F#m/A Adim Ab    C#sus C#
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-9-----9-----9-----7-----7-----7----4-----7-----6----|
-9-----8-----7-----6-----6-----5----5-----6-----6----|
-11----10----9-----8-----7-----7----6-----6-----6----|
-11----11----8-----9-----0-----0----6-----4-----4----|
-9-----8-----7-----6----------------4----------------|
C#m                    Ab/C
The rich man stands in front of me,
Bdim                F#/Bb
The poor man behind my back.
F#m/A                    Adim
They believe they can control the game,
Ab              Dbsus         C#
but the juggler holds another pack.

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F#m/C#                                   C#
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
F#m/C#                                   C#
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

Abm                F#                C#
I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,
Abm      F#                                   C#
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can,
      C#                Ab
He'll smile through his guard,
  C#                Ab
Survi- val   trains hard.
Abm                F#                     C#
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands,
Abm             F#                     C#
He looks at you once, you know he understands,
      C#       Ab
Don't need any shield,
            C#         Ab
When you're out in the field.

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                  but down...
| Ab                  C#m |
| Abm                       C#m |
| Abm                       C#m |
| Abm       C#m Abm       |
| C#m                     |
| %                       |

| 1     2   +     3     4   +     5     |
| Abm       F#/Bb B         F#/Bb C#m   |
| Abm                             F#/C# |

    C#m    Abm
But down   here,
       C#m           Abm
I'm so alone with my fear,
          C#m          Abm
With everything that I hear.
C#m  Abm   B      C#m
And every single door

That I've walked through

Abm    F#/Bb  B         F#/Bb C#m  Abm
|-7----6------7---------6-----4----4-|
|-4----7------7---------7-----5----4-|
|-4----6------8---------6-----6----4-|
|-----------------------------6----6-|
|-----------------------------4----6-|
|-4----6------7---------6----------4-|
Brings me     back, back      here again,
            F#/C#       Ab
I've got to find my own way.

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Ab                 Ebsus/Ab
The priest and the magician,
C#m                                               sus2 C#m
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;
Ab                             Ebsus/Ab
and they're all calling out my name,
C#m                                    sus2 C#m
Even academics, searching printed word.


C#m                    Ab/C
My father to the left of me,
Bdim             F#/Bb
My mother to the right,
F#m/A                    Adim
Like everyone else they're pointing
Ab                      Dbsus    C#
But nowhere feels quite right.

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F#m/C#                                   C#
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
F#m/C#                                   C#
I need someone to believe in, some     one to trust.

Abm                F#                              C#
I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found,
Abm                F#                      C#
There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound.
   C#         Ab
If I choose a side,
         C#            Ab
He won't take me for a ride.

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C#m  Abm
Back inside
                C#m     Abm
This chamber of so many doors;
              C#m        Abm
I've nowhere, nowhere to hide.
C#m Abm      B         C#m
I'd give you all of my dreams

If you'd help me,
        Abm
Find a door
F#/Bb B           F#/Bb C#m  Abm
That doesn't lead me    back again
F#/Bb   Ab
take me away.