HOUSE AT POONEIL CORNERS (live in New York City, December 1968)

This is a great song by Jefferson Airplane that was originally featured on the 1968
CROWN OF CREATION. I couldn't find the tab or chords anywhere at all, so I resorted to
it myself and I am 100% sure that it is accurate. Email me at threefive00@gmail.com if 
have questions, corrections, etc.

Intro riff/verse riff (Paul and Jorma?s guitars)
         Bm       Fmadd8
e|------(2)-------9~~--|
B|------(3)-------9~~--|
G|-------4~-------10~--|
D|-------4~-------10~--|
A|-------2~-------8~~--|
E|--00-0-----00-0-8----| x10 or more
    .. .     .. .

(repeat through verse)
You and me we keep walkin' around and we see
All the bullshit around us
You try and keep your mind on what's going down
Can't help but see the rhinoceros around us
and you wonder what you can be
and you do what you can
To get bald & high


A            G        C                     D
And you know that I'm still gonna need you around, yeah

A            G        C                     D
And you know that I'm still gonna need you around

Bridge:

e|-------2x2x-------9-x9-x--|
B|-------3x3x-------9-x9-x--|
G|-------4x4x-------10x10x--|
D|-------4x4x-------10x10x--|
A|-------2x2x-------8-x8-x--|
E|--0000--x-x--0000---x--x--| x10 or more

Verse 2:

You say it's healing but nobody's feeling it
Somebody's dealing - somebody's stealing it
You say you don't see & you don't
You say you won't know & you won't let it come
Everything someday will be gone except silence
Earth will be quiet again
Seas from clouds will wash off the ashes of violence
Left as the memory of men
There will be no survivor my friend
Suddenly everyone will look surprised
Stars spinning wheels in the skies
Sun is scrambled in their eyes
While the moon circles like a vulture
Someone stood at a window & cried
'One tear I thought that should stop a war
But someone is killing me'
& that's the last hour to think anymore
Jelly & juice & bubbles - bubbles on the floor
Castles on cliffs vanish
Cliffs like heaps of rubbish
Seen from the stars hour by hour
As splintered scraps & black powder
From here to heaven is a scar
Dead center - deep as death
All the idiots have left
Epitaph
The cows are almost cooing
Turtle doves are mooing
Which is why a poo is pooing
In the sun
Sun.


x- mute
()- notes played quietly
. palm mute