My Back Pages Tab

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Date: Tue, 14 Oct 1997 19:43:17 +0200
From: Gili
Subject: TAB: My Back Pages (30th Ann. ver.)  by Bob Dylan
 
From: Gil Steinbrecher
 
 
Title:                     MY BACK PAGES           (B.Dylan)
                  30th anniversary concert version
 
 
This beautiful version can be found on the "30th Anniversary
Concert Celebration" double disk and on video.
It is sung by Roger McGuinn, Tom Petty, Neil Young, Eric Clapton,
Bob Dylan himself and George Harrison (at that order).
 
I compiled this TAB version using lyrics I took from the two CRD
versions that appeared in OLGA (credits go to tash@warp.atcon.com
(Tony Ash) and macon@gallifry.Berkeley.EDU (Glen Macon) ), and
I tabbed Clapton's solo myself.
 
                             MY BACK PAGES                (B.Dylan)
                      30th anniversary concert version
 
Tabbing: Gil Steinbrecher
 
                E E4 E E4
 
(Roger McGuinn sings):
 
 E       C#m        G#m                       A        B    E     E4
 Crimson flames run through my years, flowing high & mighty trapped
 
 E         C#m      G#m                  A          B
 Countless fire and flaming rope, using ideas as my map
 
 C#m                      G#m          A               B
 We'll meet our own edges soon said I, proud me beaded brow
 
 
                   E             A     E
 CHORUS:    Ah but I was so much older then
 
                A       B         E   E4 E E4
            I'm younger than that now.
 
(Tom Petty sings):
 
 E         C#m       G#m              A        B      E     E4
 Half ripe prejudice leapt forth, rip down all hate I scream
 
 E         C#m     G#m                    A               B
 Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull I dreamed
 
 C#m                G#m             A               B
 Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep somehow
 
 
            CHORUS
 
 
(Neil Young sings, same chords as before):
 
 Girl's faces formed the forward path from phony jealousy,
 To memorizing politics Of ancient history.
 Flung down by corpse evangelist Unthought of, though,somehow,
 
            CHORUS
 
(Eric Clapton's guitar solo):
 
                 E        C#m                G#m
e:-----------|---------------------------|----------------------------------|
B:--------17-|-19b(21)--19b(21)--19b(21)-|-19b(21)r19--17h19------17--------|
G:16-h18-----|---------------------------|--------------------18------------|
D:-----------|---------------------------|----------------------------------|
A:-----------|---------------------------|----------------------------------|
E:-----------|---------------------------|----------------------------------|
 
 
     A                 B               E
e:----------------------------------------|-------16--17|
B:-19b(21)r19--17------17-----------------|-------------|
G:-----------------18------18-p16--18--16~~~~~~~--------|
D:----------------------------------------|-------------|
A:----------------------------------------|-------------|
E:----------------------------------------|-------------|
 
 
    E          C#m           G#m
e:-/19--19--19b(21)r19-|-------------------------------------------|
B:---------------------|-19b(21)r19--17-h19--17h19p17------17------|
G:---------------------|-------------------------------18----------|
D:---------------------|-------------------------------------------|
A:---------------------|-------------------------------------------|
E:---------------------|-------------------------------------------|
 
 
   A                            B
e:-16-h17--19-----------------|------------------16-------------|
B:-------------19b(21)r19--17-|--------------17------19b(21)r19-|
G:----------------------------|-16----16h18---------------------|
D:----------------------------|---------------------------------|
A:----------------------------|---------------------------------|
E:----------------------------|---------------------------------|
 
 
     C#m                          G#m
e:------------------------------|-------------17b(19)~~~~~~~----|
B:-19b(21)-------19b(21)r19--17-|-19----------------------------|
G:------------------------------|-------------------------------|
D:------------------------------|-------------------------------|
A:------------------------------|-------------------------------|
E:------------------------------|-------------------------------|
 
 
   A                   B
e:----------------|------------------------------------|
B:-17------17-----|------------------------17--19------|
G:-----18------18-|-16--18--13h14--16--18--------------|
D:----------------|------------------------------------|
A:----------------|------------------------------------|
E:----------------|------------------------------------|
 
 
   E                                         A        E
e:-----------------------------------------|--------------------|
B:-19b(21)r19--17------17------------------|--------------------|
G:-----------------18------18--p16---------|-------------14--16-|
D:----------------------------------18--16-|-14-h16-/18---------|
A:-----------------------------------------|--------------------|
E:-----------------------------------------|--------------------|
 
 
            A                 B                   E
e:----------------------------------------------|---|
B:----------------------------------------------|---|
G:----------------------------------------------|---|
D:-------16b(18)r16--14-------------------------|---|
A:-----------------------16--14-----------------|---|
E:-------------------------------16--14--16--14-|-12|
 
 
(Eric steps forward and sings his verse):
 
 A self-ordained professor's tongue too serious to fool
 Spouted out that liberty is just equality in school.
 "Equality," I spoke the word as if a wedding vow
 
            CHORUS
 
(Dylan croacks his verse on stage but on the disk he misteriously sounds
fine):
 
 In a soldiers stance I aim my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach
 During night I become my enemy in the instant that I preach
 My existance fled by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow
 
            CHORUS
 
(George Harrison):
 
 The guard stood hard when abstract prints too nobel to neglect
 Deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect
 Good and bad I define these terms, why clear, no doubt, somehow.
 
(Neil Young's guitar solo)
 
If there's a demand I'll tab the second solo too, although it
is quite simple.
 
Suggestions, corrections etc. are welcomed
 
Gil.
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