Thunder only happens when it's raining

The regular reader may be disappointed, or relieved, to learn that there will shortly be a hiatus, or series of hiatii, in output, due to the relocation of Dekoboko to a remote farmhouse/ruin somewhere up a mountain in southern Europe, for the remainder of the summer - where shooting stars, wolves howling at the full moon, barking deer, gruffling wild boar, and eagle shrieks will be savoured, along with fresh organic produce from the garden (I hope), bracing spring water showers from the mountain, and large quantities of Chianti from the local hardware store - where the son of the owner looks uncannily like Boris Becker and the wine comes in 30 litre flagons - the type that fashionable people grew miniature gardens in in the late 60s.

I want to be one.

How can you? You haven't got a womb!

Having just packed up my entire belongings in Japan (and dumped them at my very good friend's house), I am now left in an empty room, sitting on the tatami, with my last few luxury items around me. Apart from the obvious necessities like a futon and a change of clothes, I have this laptop, beer, and my guitar - which must say something.

Actually I have been practising a bit lately as I know I shall be shortly sitting round a campfire up the mountain and someone might say 'Go on! Play one we all know!' or some such - so I have been dredging up one or two basic tunes that involve as few simple chord sequences as possible. The easiest so far is 'Dreams' by Stevie Nicks - just two chords (F and G) repeatedly endlessly. Perfect for the dekoboko guitarist:

Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound

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Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat.. drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say... women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you'll know

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Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
Its only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and...
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness...
Like a heartbeat... drives you mad...
In the stillness of remembering what you had...
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say... women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you'll know

Another of that ilk is 'She moves through the fair', just C and D (if you skimp a bit).

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Peggie Lee's 'Fever' is more or less just E and A, and then you're into a whole load of E,A,D blues/rock and roll numbers - Chuck Berry is rich is simple chord songs: Roll over Beethoven, No particular place to go, Johnny Be Goode...

That should shut the wolves up for a while.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;

Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight's all aglimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

WB Yeats