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Amsterdam Tab

by Jacques Brel


Here's the English version of Jacques Brel's Amsterdam
as sung by David Bowie on 'Bowie at the Beeb - the best
of the BBc sessions 68-72'

David plays each chord once for the first verse and then
starts strumming with a driving rhythm enhanced by various
hammer-ons etc. and then he gradually gets louder and pained.

Never heard the original but DB's version is great as is the 
whole Bowie at the Beeb album if you like early Bowie.

AMSTERDAM
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In the port of Amsterdam
	
There's a sailor who sings
	
Of the dreams that he brings
	
From a wide open sea
	
And in the port of Amsterdam
	
There's a sailor who sleeps
		
While the river bank weeps
	
To the old willow tree
	
And in the port of Amsterdam
		
There's a sailor who dies
	
Full of beers full of cries
	
In a drunken down fight
	
And in the port of Amsterdam
	
There's a sailor who is born
		
On the hot muggy morn
	
By the dawns early light

	
In the port of Amsterdam
	
Where the sailors all meet
	
There's a sailor who eats
	
Only fish heads and tails
	
He'll show you his teeth
	
That have rotted too soon
		
That can haul up the sails
	
That can swallow the moon
	
And he'll yell to the cook
		
With his arms open wide
	
Oh bring me more fish
	
Though it's down by my side
	
And he wants so to belch
	
But he's too full to try
		
So he stands up and laughs
	
And he zips up his flies

	
In the port of Amsterdam
	
You can see sailors dance
	
Paunches bursting their pants
	
Grinding women's with paunch     (not sure about this line)
	
They've forgotten the tune
	
That their whiskey voice croaks
		
Splitting the night
	
With the roar of their jokes
	
And they turn and they dance
		
And they laugh and they lust
	
Till the rancid sound
	
Of the accordion bursts
	
And then out of the night
	
With their pride in their pants
		
And the slut that they tow
	
Underneath the street lamps

	
In the port of Amsterdam
	
There's a sailor who drinks
	
And he drinks and he drinks
	
And he drinks once again
	
Oh he drinks to the health
	
Of the whores of Amsterdam
		
Who have given their bodies
	
To a thousand other men
	
It's their worth and their goodness
		
Their virtues all gone
	
For the few dirty coins
	
When he just can't go on
	
Throws his nose to the sky
	
And he aims it up above
		
And he pisses like I cry
	
For an unfaithful love

	
In the port of Amsterdam
			  
In the port of Amsterdam


Submitted by Mr Thyroid