Thelam


written and performed by Paul Simon
from 1964/1993
Transcribed by Erik Strom.

Notes from Erik Strom:

These are not the official lyrics or chords, I haven't found those, but I've tried to transcribe the lyrics from what I hear.

The chords I've written here are fairly simple, but I'll bet there are supposed to be a few 11's and +13's in there, too. If you've got a better suggestion, let me know.



F           

F                                 
If a feeling's born and no one complains


Well that's good luck


running through young veins


And if life is a blessing 


that brushes the tops of the trees


Well it's a short walk


in a sweet breeze


       F7                                              
I will need you, feed you, seed you, plead with you

F                                              
All for the taste of your sweet love Thelma


                      
If a heart is an open memory book


That was the chance I took

                                                
The more I searched, the more shook with Thelma


Dm                                       C  
   Last night I slept on a rented pillow

Dm          C                  Dm  
   A silver moon above my head
  
                             C
 A thirsty dreamless sleep released me

      Bb
And I reached for the phone

       C               F           
by the side of the bed


				  
Now the first time that I saw you I thought

                                                    
"She's beautiful, but she's too young to be caught"

                           
People aware of my history

                                 
Trying to steer you away from me

                               
I left a message at your hotel
                                     
Don't let management poison the well

      
       F7                                              
I will need you, feed you, seed you, plead with you

F                                              
All for the taste of your sweet love Thelma


Dm                               C
   The phone is ringing and I realize

       Dm            C       Dm   
we are timezones and oceans apart

                                             C
 The words I speak in the middle of my night

     Bb                     C     F                       
They fall on your yesterday scars


        
 If the sun don't shine, the wind don't break

    
the clock don't jump off the wall

                            
 Thelma, my darling, I will cushion your fall

       F7                                           
I will need you, feed you, seed you, plead with you

     F                                          
 Without the taste of your sweet love Thelma


                        
I am only a man who has skirted the edge of despair

                                       
 for a long time now, and I don't care


Dm                            C            
   I watch you sleeping a the hospital bed

Dm          C              Dm   
   The baby curled up in a ball

                          C
 Winter sunlight hits the family tree

    Bb                      C              F                                            
And everything else becomes nothing at all



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