What Do You Hear in These Sounds
Words and music by Dar Williams
From End of the Summer

Transcription by: Brian O'Malley <nac2351@ct1.nai.net>
Date: June 1998

Standard tuning...no capo...(although it sounds wonderful if you add a second guitar and capo up 7...using G,Em,C,C/B,Am...etc...)

Intro...(D), (Bm), (G), (G/F#), (Em)...

I (D) don't go to therapy to (G) find out if (A) I'm a freak
I (D) go and I find the one and (G) only answer (A) every week
And it's (D) just me and all the (Bm) memories to follow 
Down (G) any course that (G/F#) fits within a (Em) fifty minute hour
And we (D) fathom all the mysteries, ex(G)plicit and in(A)herent
When I (D) hit a rut, she says to (G) try the other (A) parent
And she's (Bm) so kind, I think she (G) wants to tell me something, 
But she (Em) knows that its much better if I (A) get it for myself...And
she says

(D)Oooooooh, (Bm)aaaaaaah, (G) What do you (G/F#) hear in these (Em) sounds? And... 
(D)Oooooooh, (Bm)aaaaaaah, (G) What do you (G/F#) hear in these (Em) sounds?????

I (D) say I hear a doubt, with the (G) voice of true be(A)lieving
And the (D) promises to stay, and the (G) footsteps that are (A) leaving
And she (D) says "Oh", I say "What?"(Bm)...she says "Exactly",
I say (G)"What, you think I'm (G/F#) angry
Does that (Em) mean you think I'm angry?"
She says (D) "Look, you come here every week
With (G) jigsaw pieces (A) of your past
Its (D) all on little soundbytes and (G) voices out of  (A) photographs
And that's (D) all yours, that's the (Bm) guide, that's the map
So tell me, (G) where does the (G/F#) arrow point to? 
(Em) WHO INVENTED ROSES?"
and.......

(D)Oooooooh, (Bm)aaaaaaah, (G) What do you (G/F#) hear in these (Em) sounds? And...
(D)Oooooooh, (Bm)aaaaaaah, (G) What do you (G/F#) hear in these (Em) sounds?????


(Bm)(A)(Bm).......................................(therapy session)


And (G) when I talk about therapy, I (A) know what people think
That it (G) only makes you selfish and in (A) love with your shrink
But (Bm) Oh how I loved (G) everybody else
When I (Em) finally got to talk so (A) much about myself............ 

And (D) I wake up and I (G) ask myself what (A) state I'm in
And (D) I say well I'm lucky, cause I (G) am like (A) East Berlin
I had (D) this wall and what I (Bm) knew of the free world
Was that (G) I could see their (G/F#) fireworks
And I (Em) could hear their radio
And I (D) thought that if we met, I would (G) only start con(A)fessing
And they'd (D) know that I was scared
They'd would (G) know that I was (A) guessing
But the (Bm) wall came down and (G) there they stood before me
With their (Em) stumbling and their mumbling
And their (A) calling out just like me...and...

(D)Oooooooh, (Bm)aaaaaaah, The (G) stories that (G/F#) nobody (Em) hears...and...
(D)Oooooooh, (Bm)aaaaaaah, and I col(G)lect these (G/F#) sounds in my (Em) ears...and
(D)Oooooooh, (Bm)aaaaaaah, (G) that's what I (G/F#) hear in these (Em) sounds...and...
(D)Oooooooh, (Bm)aaaaaaah, (G) that's what I (G/F#) hear in these...... 
(Em) that's what I hear in these (D) SOUU (Bm) OUUUN (G) NNNDS! (G/F#) 
(Em)......(D)... :-))


Transcription by: Steve Shepard <stevshep@aol.com>
Date May 1998

Listen to the track for the strumming rhythm. Pay careful attention to the bass notes. They really give the song it's feeling. Especially in the G/D/F#/Em7 walk down. There is no doubt two guitars playing in two different places on the neck, but the chords below should give a pretty good sound with one guitar. I'm not entirely sure what is going on during the instrumental bridge.

           D   Bm7   G   D/F# Em7   A   Bm
       e---2----2----3----2----3----0----2----
       B---3----3----3----3----3----3----3----
       G---2----2----0----2----0----3----4----
       D---0----4----0----0----2----3----4----
       A---0----2----2----0----2----0----2----
       E---x----x----3----3----0----x----x----


   D                      G                   A
I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak,
  D                  G                   A
I go and I find the only answer every week.
          D                   Bm
And it's just me and all the memories to follow
      G              D/F#           Em7           A
Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour,
        D                           G               A
And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent,
     D                         G                A
When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent.
          D                     Bm
And she's so kind, I think she wants to tell me something,
         G                   D/F#        Em7            A
But she knows that it's much better if I get it for myself,
so she says,

D                   Bm7
Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
G            D/F#            Em7   A
What do you hear in these sounds?
D                   Bm7
Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
G            D/F#            Em   A
What do you hear in these sounds?

I say I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing,
And the promise to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving,
And so she says oh, I say, "what?" She says "Exactly,"
I say, "What, you think I'm angry?"
She says, "Look, you come here every week
with jigsaw pieces of your past,
It's all on little soundbytes, and voices out of photographs,
And that's all yours, that's the guide, that's the map,
So tell me, where does the arrow point to,
who invented roses and

Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
What do you hear in these sounds?
And Ooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
What do you hear in these sounds?


Bm (during instrumental bridge)

     G              A
And when I talk, I know what people think,
         G                              A
That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink,
    D                Bm
But oh how I loved everybody else,
        G                      Em7
When I finally got to talk so much about myself,


And I wake up, and I ask myself what state I'm in,
And I say well I'm lucky cause I am like East Berlin,
I had this wall, and what I knew of the free world
Was that I could see their fireworks,
and I could hear their radio,
And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing,
And they'd know that I was scared,
they would know that I was guessing,
But the wall came down, and there they stood before me,
With their stumbling and their mumbling
and their calling out, just like me,

And Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
The stories that nobody hears,
I collect these sounds in my ears,
And Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
That's what I hear in these sounds.
And Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
That's what I hear in these,
that's what I hear in these sounds.

 


This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.
Words and music copyright 1996 Burning Field Music (ASCAP, administered by Bug Music).


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