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ALBUM : Wild Seed
ARTISTE : Morten Harket


WORDS AND MUSIC:
  A kind of Christmas card - words by Havard Rem | music by Morten Harket
  Spanish steps - music by Havard Rem,Morten Harket,Torstein Flakne | music
                  by Torstein Flakne
  Half in love half in hate - words by Ole Sverre Olsen | music by Morten
                              Harket
  Brodsky tune - music by Joseph Brodsky | chorus by Morten Harket | music
                 by Morten Harket
  Wild seed - words and music by Morten Harket
  Los Angeles - words by Havard Rem | music by Morten Harket
  East Timor - words by Henning Kramer Dahl,Havard Rem,Morten Harket |
               music by Geir Kolbu
  Lay me down tonight - words by Havard Rem,Morten Harket | music by Morten
                        Harket
  Tell me what you see - words by Havard Rem,Morten Harket | music by
                         Morten Harket
  Stay - words by Havard Rem,Morten Harket | music by Morten Harket
  Lord - words by Havard Rem | music by Morten Harket
  Ready to go home - words by Andrew Gold,Graham Gouldman | music by Andrew
                     Gold,Graham Gouldman


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A KIND OF CHRISTMAS CARD
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D B- | F#- A | D B- | F#- A

D                     B-              F#-          A
  All you folks back home I'll never tell you this

D                          B-             A
  you're not supposed to know where your daughter is

      d                d                  d.   |
      G                A9                 B-7  A
there are ways of life   you never understood

                               d   d            d
            G    A             D   A            G                   A
it's right here downtown Hollywood   it's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard

                     d                    d               d..
                     B-9                  A               G
I've got a stolen moment trying hard to write   a kind a kind of Christmas

      |~
      A  D  B-     F#-           A     D  B-             F#-
card but I.... am burning out again toni....ght there is    fever in my

 A     D        B-          F#-          A D                         B-
veins mama dear    all the love you gave     I guess there's really nothing

         F#-         A
nothing much to save

d                   d                     d.          |
G                   A9                    B-7         A             G
   I see this place     it is dirty as I feel myself    there are still

             A              D   A                G                   A
some riches    at the Roosevelt   that evening prayer those memories

                         d              d
                         B-9            A
in my little bedroom, mama, on my knees   that's where I'm at down in Los

d..     |~
G       A     D  B-    F#-           A      D  B-       F#-             A
Angeles   and I... am burning out again and I.... must rise above the shame

                                                  d.     |         d.  |
   D  B-             F#-             A            G7+    A  | B- | G7+ A |
toni....ght there is    fever in my veins  yeh  yeehhee

d  d   d    d                                   d.  |             d
B- A | G7+  A                                   B-  A             G7+
       or     just think of the girl I used to be     you were my age once

     d              d  d
     A              D  A                                B-
mama   twenty-three       I can still hear some of the songs you used to

                                                                 o
     A                              B-          A                G
play   from that summer of love in '68 it seems it turned into a   a winter

of hate

    D  B-     F#-           A        D  B-       F#-            A
and I.... am burning out again it's ti...me I'd rise above the pain

   D  B-             F#-             A       D  B-             F#-
toni....ght there is    fever in my veins toni....ght there is    fever in

    A         D  B- | F#- A                D B- | F#- A            D  B- |
my veins yehee              summer of love..            winter of hate

F#-        A | D B- | F#- A | D B- | F#- A | D B- | F#- A | D_|
    ooohoo...