James Joyce's Grave Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[G][C][G][C]
La [G]da da da,
da da [C]da da da, da da [G]da [C]da
La [G]da da da, da da [C]da da da,
da da [G]da da[C][G]
They said it would be [C]hard to find it
[G]They said I might not find it at all[C]
[G]I started off in
Dun
Laoghaire, [C]my back [G]pressed
against an old stone [C]wall
At
[G]Martell -o -Taron near
Sammymon
[C]Strand, [G]he said it was the
centre of the [C]world
[G]That's where the great adventure star[C]ted,
just him[G]self and a
Galway [C]girl
Look[D]ing for
James, [C]looking for
James
Joyce's [G]grave[C]
[D]Looking for change,
[C]looking for change,
Joyce is [G]grey[C]
[G]La la la la, la la la [C]la, la la la [G]la
[C]La [G]la la la, la la la [C]la, la la la [G]la[C]
[G]People say he re -wrote the
Eng[C]lish language,
though it's not [G]strictly his native tongue.
[C]And [G]many have tried since this tall,
skinny man had penned [C]a paper, and confused and de[G]lighted
and disturbed and excited [C]everyone.
[G]The enormous country
just couldn't hold [C]him,
Oscar
[G]Wilde,
Samuel
Beckett,
Yeats,
[C]Swift,
Edna
O 'Brien too.
[G]Now it's up to us in all the[C]se enlightened days,
[G]that's up to all of us, me and you,
[C]To go [D]looking for
James, look[C]ing for
James
Joyce's [G]grave[C][G][C]
[G][C][G][C]
[G][C]
He [G]travelled all round
Europe, pur[C]sued by death
Found his [G]grave out in
Switzerland
[C]In a land fit for ex[G]iles,
where in 1941 [C]the light was at last shut out [G]from his eyes.
[C]I asked a[G]t the hotel,
they told me to go to the train [C]station.
At the train station [G]they
told me to go to information.
[C]And information told me all abo[G]ut a zoo
and a beautiful [C]view of [G]the city.
[C]On the way I saw[G] a dog
as small as a mouse.
[C]I saw a dog as big as a house[G].
I saw a puppet playing
Lu[C]cille by
Little
Richard [G]in a market square
And hundreds of black and
[C]white ballroom [G]dancers
Whirling sporadically and magnetically
[C]in a shop [G]window
[C]On the way I s[G]topped off in a bar or cafe
[C]Full of all these beautiful black [G]clothes,
strange stone people
[C]Playing dice and backgam
[G]mon round splintered tables
[C]An archist literature on [G]the floor,
expressionist arts on the wall[C]s
Death metal music [G]raging from
a cracked speaker in [C]the corner
Told them I was look[D]ing for
James, looking [C]for
James
Joyce's [G]grave[C][G][C]
[G][C][G][C]
[G][C]
I [G]finally found his grave high [C]on a hill just beside
the zoo with a [G]beautiful view of the
city.
[C]First I saw [G]the statue, the spectacle,
the slicked [C]back hair, the fiery, [G]wiry, keeper
and crucifier [C]of this country's conscience
an[G]d all of [C]our unconscious.
In an [G]autumn crescent of gold, green and [C]brown,
I brushed the [G]fallen leaves off the inscription
[C]plaque, which was just [G]be side the zoo and
it had such [C]a beautiful view o[G]f t[C]he city.
Look[D]ing for
James, looking [C]for
James
Joyce's [G]grave.[C][G][C]
[G][C][G][C]
[G]
[C]I re [G]member writing this son[C]g on
the back page of [G]the evening paper
[C]My home city in the rain,
[G]University
[C]Street
[G]Ready to go, [C]looking again
[D]Looking for change,
looking [C]for change, [G]is grey[C]
Look[D]ing for change,
looking [C]for change, choice is [G]grey[C]
[G]We wer[C]e singing[G][C]
[G]
[C][D][C]
[G][C][D][C]
[G][C]
He [G]wrote [C]in 1904,
Chamber
[G]Music, he said the
soul of a [C]country is
Lies in [G]the heart of the river,
[C]where love wanders [G]there
[C]Pale flowers on his [G]mantle,
[C]dead leaves [G]on his hair
Oh, the dead [C]leaves on his hair,
[G]I hope one day you'll m[C]ake it there[G][C][G][C][G]
[C][D][C][G]
[C]
[D]Looking for change,
look[C]ing for change,

[Outro 1]
Joyce is great.
[G]