Tono: C
Introducción:
C Am
Today and tomorrow, and yesterday, too
Am G C
The flowers are dyin like all things do
D#º
Follow me close
Em F
I'm going to Balian Bali
C
I'll lose my mind
G
If you don't come with me
F
I fuss with my hair
F#º
And I fight blood feuds
C F C
I contain multitudes
C Am
Got a tell-tale heart, like Mr. Poe
Am G
Got skeletons in the walls
C
Of people you know
D#º
I'll drink to the truth
Em F
And the things we said
C
I'll drink to the man
G
That shares your bed
F F#º
I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes
C F C
I contain multitudes
C Am
Red Cadillac and a black mustache
Am G
Rings on my fingers
C
That sparkle and flash
D#º
Tell me, what's next?
Em F
What shall we do?
C G
Half my soul, baby, belongs to you
F
I relic and I frolic
F#º
With all the young dudes
C F C E7/G#
I contain multitudes
Am
I'm just like Anne Frank
Am7M
Like Indiana Jones
Am7
And them British bad boys
Am/F# E7/G#
The Rolling Stones
Am
I go right to the edge
Am7M
I go right to the end
Am7
I go right where all things lost
Am/F#
Are made good again
C
I sing the songs of experience
Am
Like William Blake
Am G C
I have no apologies to make
D#º
Everything's flowing
Em Dm
All at the same time
C G
I live on the boulevard of crime
F F#º
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
C F C
I contain multitudes
C Am
Pink petal-pushers, red blue jeans
Am
All the pretty maids
G C
And all the old queens
D#º
All the old queens
Em F
From all my past lives
C
I carry four pistols
G
And two large knives
F
I'm a man of contradictions
F#º
I'm a man of many moods
C F C E7/G#
I contain multitudes
Am
You greedy old wolf
Am7M
I'll show you my heart
Am7
But not all of it
Am/F# E7/G#
Only the hateful part
Am
I'll sell you down the river
Am7M
I'll put a price on your head
Am7
What more can I tell you?
I sleep with life and death
Am/F#
In the same bed
C Am
Get lost, madame, get up off my knee
Am G C
Keep your mouth away from me
D#º
I'll keep the path open
Em F
The path in my mind
C
I'll see to it that there's
G
No love left behind
F
I'll play Beethoven's sonatas
F#º
And Chopin's preludes
C F C
I contain multitudes