#--------------------------------------------------------------# SHE CAME AND SHE TOUCHED ME Townes Van Zandt Copyright © 1969 Silver Dollar Music Performing rights w/ASCAP http://www.ascap.com/ace/ACE.html #-------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------# #This file is an interpretation of Townes' work, and does not # #necessarily represent the actual way he recorded or performed # #the song, and is not intended to be used for any purpose other# #than for private study, scholarship, or research # #--------------------------------------------------------------# ----------------------------------------------------- Version 1 submitted by Neal ----------------------------------------------------- D She Came And She Touched Me with hands made of velvet Bm G A Reflections sent spinnin' through a face laced in mist. D And I stand where she left me buried deep 'neath her shadow Bm G A And mirror pleads sadly has it all come to this? A G A And I wonder, will she call my name? Where the wind careens madly through wide windows paneless Fragrances mingle in a room full of shade And peons pick partners and waltz 'cross the ceiling But the violins whisper, "have I been betrayed?". Tryin' not to look ashamed. Where the drunkards drink deeply from cups full of nothin' It's ghost-lover's laugh at the games that they play While moments do summersaults into eternity Cling to their coat-tails and beg them to stay Sayin', " I got nothin' to hide". Where illusions projected on walls made of tiffany Mad minuets to a sad satin song The harlequin mandolins harmonize helplessly Hoping that endlessly won't last for long Prayin' that their god ain't died. The I turn and I see her in a dress made of moonlight Teardrops like diamonds slide slow down her face And her arms they surround me like chains made of velvet And the demons fall faithfully into their place And the rivers run with jewels. Now the morning lies open, the night went quite quickly Memory harmlessly fractures and fades All the poets do push-ups on carpets of rubber foam Loudly they laugh at some joke that's been made And the wise men speak like fools. ----------------------------------------------------- Version 2 submitted by Jan 4/12/2008 ----------------------------------------------------- Capo 4th fret (C) (F)(G)(Em)(C) (F)(G)(Em) She (C)came and she (F)touched (G)me(Em) with (C)hands made of (F)hea(G)en,(Em) Re(C)flections sent (F)spinnin' through a face laced in (C)mist. Now I stand where she (F)left (G)me, (Em)buried (C)deep 'neath her (F)sha(G)dow,(Em) And the (C)mirror pleads (F)sadly has it all come to (C)this? And I (G7)wonder, will she (F)call my (G)name?(G7) Where the (C)wind careens (F)mad(G)ly (Em)through (C)wide windows (F)pane(G)less,(Em) (C)Fragrances (F)mingle in a room full of (C)shade. The peons pick (F)part(G)ners (Em)and (C)waltz 'cross the (F)cei(G)lings,(Em) But the (C)violins (F)whisper that I've been be(C)trayed, (G7)Tryin' not to (F)look a(G)sha(G7)med. Well, the (C)drunkards drink (F)deep(G)ly(Em) from (C)cups full of (F)no(G)thing(Em)ness, (C)Ghost lovers (F)laugh at the games that they (C)play, While the moments do (F)so(G)mer(Em)saults (C)into e(F)ter(G)ni(Em)ty, (C)Cling to their (F)coat-tails and beg them to (C)stay, (G7)Sayin', "I got (F)nothin' to (G)hi(G7)de." Well, il(C)lusions pro(F)jec(G)ted (Em)on (C)walls made of (F)tif(G)fa(Em)ny, (C)Mad minu(F)ets to a sad satin (C)song, And harlequin (F)man(G)do(Em)lins (C)harmonize (F)help(G)less(Em)ly, (C)Hoping that (F)endlessly won't last for (C)long, (G7)Prayin' that their (F)god ain't (G)dy(G7)ing. Then I (C)turn and I (F)see (G)her (Em)in a (C)dress made of (F)moon(G)light,(Em) (C)Teardrops like (F)diamonds run slow down her(C)face. And her arms, they sur(F)round (G)me, (Em)like (C)chains made of (F)vel(G)vet,(Em) And the (C)demons fall (F)faithfully into their (C)place, And the (G7)river (F)runs with (G)jew(G7)els. Now the (C)morning lies (F)o(G)pen,(Em) the (C)night went quite (F)quick(G)ly,(Em) (C)Memory (F)harmlessly fractures and (C)fades. All the poets do (F)push-(G)ups (Em)on (C)carpets of (F)rub(G)ber(Em)foam, (C)Loudly they (F)laugh at some joke that's been (C)made, And the (G7)wise men (F)speak like (G)fo(G7)ols. (C) (F)(G)(Em)(C) (F)(G)(Em)(C) (F)(G)(Em)(C) (F)(G)(Em)(C) #--------------------------------------------------------------#