When the Ship Comes in

Hi Yellow Sofa-teers,

Beautiful day in summer. We notice this summer phenomenon. Summer open mics tend to start slow, then like moths, people come indoors seeking light once the sun has gone down.  If you have been considering getting up to play but would like a more casual kind of scene, aim for early this evening. We always seem to run out of time before we run out of players, but its a different scene at  6:30.

It's too nice a day to write too long an essay here, but two items.

Tonight's end of night song is "When the Ship Comes in" (Dylan--we're still in post DylanPalooza mode. Too many great songs to just quit on him.) Lyrics and chords to be made available tonight on site, but here they are below.

Also,  this Saturday 6:30 - 8:00 p.m. at the Sofa will be my summer replacement band Michael Silverstone and The Foregone Conclusions and the show will feature a number of Sofa friends such as Dave Franklin, Christa Joy, Jeremy Anderson, Chistopher Goudreau, and more, doing cover songs that we love the best.

Hope to see you tonight,

Michael

When the Ship Comes In                  Bob Dylan

Chords:  G  D11? (x54030)  C  Em  C/B  D/A  D

G                           D11         C           G 

Oh the time will come up when the winds will stop

        Em          C             G

And the breeze will cease to be a-breathin

         G                D11             C           G          

Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins,

       G           D          G

 The hour that the ship comes in

        D11       C            G 

And the sea will split and the ships will hit

         D11           C                G

 And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking

       D11                      C          G                  

And the tide will sound and the waves will pound

         G      C    C/B   D/A  G

 And the morning will be a-breaking

Oh the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path

And the seagulls will be a-smilin'

And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand

The hour that the ship comes in

And the words that are used for to get the ship confused

Will not be understood as they're spoken

Oh the chains of the sea will have busted in the night

And be buried on the bottom of the ocean

A song will lift as the main sail shifts

And the boat drifts unto the shoreline

And the sun will respect every face on the deck

The hour that the ship comes in

And the sands will roll out a carpet of gold

For your wearied toes to be a-touchin'

And the ship's wise men will remind you once again

That the whole wide world is watchin'