Davids skrivarkiv

As a troubadour you want a folder with all your favourite songs to play. And a great help for that is the Internet, where you can find and print tabs for most of these songs. Problem is that on the Internet there are many incorrect tabs. There are many tabs which are hard to read. And many tabs which take up way too much space in your songbook. That's what I've been trying to avoid when creating my tab archive (posted in a link below).

When you find a tab on the Internet, it may be over seven pages to print out. But if you look more closely at it, you'll notice it's quite often the same patterns which repeats over and over again. By only pointing out the unique patterns, and instructing which order to play them, there is usually no problems to reduce the tab to only two pages or less. And yet you have enough empty space to add both chords and lyrics to it - that way making it more complete than it was at the first stage.

Advantages is that you don't get interrupted by turning pages when you play the song. The song appears less overwhelming and it makes it easier to learn when you recognize these reoccurring patterns. Also it's easier to sing along with when you have the lyrics and the tab on the same page.

Take for example the Beatles song "Julia". It may sound complicated, but if you look more closely at it - you notice that it is only chords played and the same picking pattern repeated for each one of them (with only some slight exception - which may be commented in a note). All you need then is to write down the picking pattern for one chord, and then the name of the chords along with the lyrics - and you have complete instructions on how to play the song.

When it comes to songs with only chords and lyrics, you can usually add several songs on the same page. Sometimes it is possible with up to four or five songs. Here it's also often possible to reduce space, for example if the chorus is the same you don't need it all written down again when it comes the second time (just write "CHORUS" instead).

Of course you shouldn't exaggerate any of this. How far you want to go in this compressing work is up to you. My main idea is just that you can compress a lot of tabs without making it harder to read, more complicated to understand, simplified, or what so ever. If you have many tabs you want to play it will be helpful to compress. And of course you want to have many tabs. More is better. Variation is fun. In my tab archive I have a total of 238 songs in 116 pages. Since I print on both the front and the back sides of the pages I only need 58 papers, which I easily can put in a folder small enough to fit the pocket of my guitar case.

Here are the settings I use:

All text: Courier New (important!)
Song title and artist name: text size 10 and bold.
Lyrics and chords: text size 9.
Tab playing pattern: text size 8.
Melody/alternative playing/2nd guitar: (sometimes) text size 7.

Example:

You are my Sunshine - Jimmie Davies, Charles Mitchell

Here is a link to the archive:
http://www.gigafiles.co.uk/files/5047/davidTABS.pdf

I hope you find some of it useful. Some of these tabs may be only understandable for myself, but that's because I only had myself in mind when I wrote them. Sometimes I mix instructions in Swedish and in English and sometimes I've written that a capo should be used on a certain fret, but that may only mean that I prefer to play with capo on that fret, not necessarily that it's a original version uses capo on that fret (in my opinion it's not important to play in the same key as the original version). However, later on I've been trying to avoid such inconsistencies, and some of these tabs I have already changed in order to make them more consistent. If you don't find any of these tabs of value to print out, maybe I've inspired you to create your own archive!

Here is the complete list of the songs sorted by title:

Title Artist
59th street bridge song Simon and Garfunkel
800 grader Ebba Grön
A day in life Beatles, the
A long december Counting Crows
A spindle a darkness and... Bright Eyes
Abdication! Lucksmiths
Across the universe Beatles, the
After the goldrush Young Neil
Aldrig ska jag sluta... Gardell, Jonas
All I have to do is dream Everly Brothers
All my loving Beatles, the
All the world is green Waits, Tom
America Simon and Garfunkel
American Pie Don Mclean
Amie Rice, Damien
An attempt to tip... Bright Eyes
Annies song John Denver
Anything but you The Moldy Peaches
April come she will Simon and Garfunkel
As tears go by Rolling Stones, the
At my most beautiful R.E.M
At the bottom of everything Bright Eyes
Baby I love your way Peter Frampton
Bad moon rising Creedence Clearwater...
Balladen om Fredrik åkare... Vreeswijk, Cornelis
Balladen om konsekvenser Winnerbäck, Lars
Bandstarter Brainpool
Barnatro Religiöst
Basket Case Green Day
Because the night Bruce Springsteen
Bella Ciao Ital.
Between the bars Smith Elliott
Big rock candy mountain McLintock, Harry
Bird on a wire Cohen, Leonard
Björnes magasin signatur.. Björnes magasin
Black comedy Bright Eyes
Blackbird Beatles, the
Blott en dag Religiöst
Blowing in the wind Dylan, Bob
Blue angels air show Bright Eyes
Bookends Simon and Garfunkel
Bridge over trouble water Simon and Garfunkel
Can you feel the love John, Elton
Can't help falling in love Petri.
Cat's in the cradle Chapin, Harry
Catch the moon Andersson, Stefan
Cecilia Simon and Garfunkel
Chelsea Hotel #2 Cohen, Leonard
Dansen på Sunnanö Taube, Evert
Delicate Rice, Damien
Den första gång jag såg dig Sjöberg, Birger
Desperado Eagles, the
Det vackraste världen... Winnerbäck, Lars
Det är så jag säger det Hellström, Håkan
Do you want to know... Beatles, the
Don't cry Guns 'n' roses
Don't think twice Dylan, Bob
Donna Valens, Richie
Drive R.E.M
Edelweiss Trad.
En kungens man Afzelius, Björn
Everybody hurts R.E.M
Faller Winnerbäck, Lars
Famous blue raincoat Cohen, Leonard
Feb. 15th Bright Eyes
Felicia adjö Vreeswijk, Cornelis
Fenomena Winnerbäck, Lars
Fields of gold Cassidy, Eva
Find the river R.E.M
Fire Springsteen, Bruce
First day of my life Bright Eyes
Fjäriln vingad Bellman, CMJ
Flickan i Havanna Evert Taube
Flickan och kråkan Wiehe, Mikael
For the benefit of Mr. Kite Beatles, the
Fredrik Åkares morgonpsalm Vreeswijk, Cornelis
Fröken Julie Afzelius, Björn
För dig Winnerbäck, Lars
Girl Beatles, the
Girl from north country Dylan, Bob
Going for the gold Bright Eyes
Goodnight Elisabeth Counting Crows
Greensleeves Trad.
Hallelujah Cohen, Leonard
Heart of gold Young Neil
Heart of steel Manowar
Hello Richie, Lionel
Here comes the sun Beatles, the
Hey Jude Beatles, the
Hey, that's no way to say... Cohen, Leonard
Hold on Waits, Tom
Hon har ett sätt Hellman, Jakob
Hotel California Eagles, the
Hotel Yorba White Stripes, the
House of the rising sun Trad.
Hungry for a holiday Bright Eyes
Hurt Cash, Johnny
Här kommer pippi långstrump Lindgren, Astrid
Höstvisa Jansson, Tove
I am a rock Simon and Garfunkel
I hope I don't fall in love.. Waits, Tom
I like the flowers Trad.
I natt jag drömde Vreeswijk, Cornelis
I saved the world today Eurythmics
I see a darkness Billy, Bonnie Prince
I walk the line Cash, Johnny
I want to hold your hand Beatles, the
I Will Beatles, the
I will survive Cake
I'll follow the sun Beatles, the
I'm on fire Springsteen, Bruce
I've been eating for you Bright Eyes
Idas sommarvisa Lindgren, Astrid
If it be your will Cohen, Leonard
Ikaros Afzelius, Björn
Imagine Lennon, John
In my life Beatles, the
Jag vill ha en egen måne Gärdestad, Ted
Jamtlannstaus Burman, HP
Jealous guy Lennon, John
Jolene Parton, Dolly
Julia Beatles, the
Just like heaven Katie Melua
Just the way you are Joel, Billy
Kathys song Simon and Garfunkel
Knocking on heavens door Dylan, Bob
Kung av sand Gyllene Tider
Landlocked blues Bright Eyes
Laura Laurent Bright Eyes
Lay lady lay Dylan, Bob
Lemon Broder Daniel
Let it be Beatles, the
Lets not shit ourselves Bright Eyes
Lilla fågel blå Hellstrand, Staffan
Long beach Laakso
Losing my religion R.E.M
Love is all around Wet wet wet
Love me tender Presley, Elvis
Lovefool Cardigans, the
Man in black Cash, Johnny
Manus Winnerbäck, Lars
Memory Lloyd Webber, Andrew
Messenger birds song Bright Eyes
Miss Misery Smith Elliott
Month of mist Laakso
More than I can do Earle, Steve
Movement of a hand Bright Eyes
Mrs. Robinson Simon and Garfunkel
Märk hur vår skugga Bellman, CMJ
No lies, just love Bright Eyes
No woman no cry Marley, Bob
Non, rien n'a change Les Poppys
Nothing compares 2U Prince
Nothing else matters Metallica
Oh Carol Sedaka, Neil
Oh sister Dylan, Bob
Ol' 55 Waits, Tom
Older chests Rice, Damien
One of us Osborne, Joan
One of us cannot be wrong Cohen, Leonard
Only love can break... Young, Neil
Padriac my prince Bright Eyes
Perfect day Reed, Lou
Perfect sonnet Bright Eyes
Real love Beatles, the
Ring of fire Cash, Johnny
San Diego serenade Waits, Tom
Save tonight Eagle eye cherry
Say yes Smith Elliott
Seasons in the sun Jacks, Terry
Seems so long ago, Nancy Cohen, Leonard
Shelter from the storm Dylan, Bob
Shoreline Broder Daniel
Sis. Morphene Cirkus Miramar
Sisters of mercy Cohen, Leonard
So long, Marianne Cohen, Leonard
Something vague Bright Eyes
Somliga går med trasiga... Vreeswijk, Cornelis
Song for the asking Simon and Garfunkel
Song to pass the time Bright Eyes
Sounds of silence Simon and Garfunkel
Southern state Bright Eyes
Stand by me Lennon, John
Strawberry fields forever Beatles, the
Strong enough Crow, Sheryl
Sunday bloody sunday U2
Supergirl Reamon
Suzanne Cohen, Leonard
Sweet home Alabama Skynyrd, Lynyrd
Sång till friheten Afzelius, Björn
Take this Longing Cohen, Leonard
Take this waltz Cohen, Leonard
Tangled up in blue Dylan, Bob
Tears in heaven Clapton, Eric
Teddybjörnen Fredriksson Berghagen, Lasse
Tequila sunrise Eagles, the
Tereza and Tomas Bright Eyes
The calendar hung itself Bright Eyes
The difference in the... Bright Eyes
The lion sleeps tonight Trad.
The Partisan Cohen, Leonard
The river Springsteen, Bruce
Time Waits, Tom
Tonight will be fine Cohen, Leonard
Tout les filles... Francoise Hardy
Trettifyran Olle Adolphson
Trubbel Olle Adolphson
Untidy towns Lucksmiths
Waltz #2 Smith Elliott
Wednesday morning 3 A.M. Simon and Garfunkel
Vem kan segla Trad.
Veronika Vreeswijk, Cornelis
When the stars go blue Adams, Ryan
Where the wild roses... Nick Cave
While my guitar gently... Beatles, the
Whirlwind Broder Daniel
Whiter shade of pale Procul Harum
Who loves the sun Velvet Underground
Winter lady Cohen, Leonard
Visa i molom Hambe, Alf
Visa vid vindens ängar Paulsson, Mats
Woman Lennon, John
Wonderful tonight Clapton, Eric
Wonderwall Adams, Ryan
Vårvindar friska Nyman, Julia
Vänner Winnerbäck, Lars
Värmlandsvisan Fryxell, Anders
Yesterday Beatles, the
Yesterday is here Waits, Tom
You are my sunshine Davies & Mitchell
You know who I am Cohen, Leonard
You will Bright Eyes
You're beautiful Blunt, James
You're innocent when you... Waits, Tom
You've got to hide... Beatles, the
Your song John, Elton
Älska mig Nilsson, Marie
Älska mig nu Afzelius, Björn

This text may also be found here, in a more reader-friendly format:
http://www.gigafiles.co.uk/files/5047/TractOnIntelligence.pdf (recommended!)

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Intelligence is not about knowing, intelligence is about thinking, being able to see logical connections, working means to end, and understanding. It is intelligent to be able to plan several moves in advance in chess, but you're not intelligent just because you happen to know all the capitals of Africa. At least that's one common view on intelligence.
>>Some would say that you can't come more intelligent by practice like you can improve your knowledge by studying. Maybe one could draw a parallel, seeing if you eat a lot food you get fatter, but most likely not taller, and if you study books a lot you increase your knowledge and get more educated, but you may not get more intelligent by it. The intelligence is in that case something you just have to accept, just as you have to accept your height. But some would object, saying that you sure can improve your intelligence. It is well proved that you can improve your logical skills for example, all you need is some practice. When you've solved some differential equations of the second degree, you'll soon learn how to deal with them, and you'll quicker find solutions to later problems of the same kind you confront. It is also proved that it's possible to improve ones skills by practice in solving so called "IQ-tests".
>>-'Well oh well', someone would argue, 'the unintelligent may stand tip-toe, raise their hands, learn how to jump, twist and turn, and that way reach a bit higher. But that one of these shorties would succeed with a slam dunk, no one really believes. One may additionally say, that it's possible to improve one's logical thinking in certain areas, but that it simply won't do when it comes to solving major issues. When you need to work holistically, use wider perspectives and can't just follow some clearly stated instructions. The unintelligent will surely screw it up one way or the other then.'

But if one really wants a part of the fruits of intelligence maybe it's more an issue of wanting and daring to think in particular ways, than being able to think. Let me connect with this little anecdote;
>>I was playing badminton with some dude the other day. It didn't turn into a game of great heights because he had such problems with my drop shots, and I repeatedly failed to cover his smashes in the upper left corner. 'It seems like I win with my softness, and you with your hardness' I told him. While we played we continued chit-chatting about this and that. We soon found out that we both had been studying maths at the university. I told him that I thought the courses in algebra were rather simple but that the courses in analysis were harder. 'In algebra I can easily memorize all the rules, but in the analysis one need to understand the depth of the formulas, and I find that tiring', I said.
>>'It's easy to learn things like algebra where you almost only need to memorize', he explained to me, while hitting a cross ball to my backhand side. 'But for the deeper knowledge, as in the analysis, all the time you need to open your mind, see new alternatives and possibilities. Realize that for each centimeter you pass by, there is a new crossroad, where you have to consider which way to continue. For a lost boy like you that will evoke angst, because each time you stop by you'll get reminded that you have no clue where you really are going. And you don't want to admit that to yourself.'
>>'You live a life of lies, but thats all okay with me, I know many who does', he said and was just going to smash the ball unstoppable to the upper left corner, but he seemed a bit distracted and the ball eventually struck straight into the net.

Of course not even a millipiece of what I just typed is true. I have all respect for honesty and truth, but in this tract I give myself the permission to lie just as much as I please. After all, I'm not writing this in order for you to get to know what I've experienced in my life, nor to enlighten myself one day when I get old and gray suffering of dementia and need to know what kind of person I've been. No, this is a tract over the intelligence and is solely for that purpose.

So, to reconnect; I've done some research. I've read about intelligence in my philosophy dictionary, at the homepage of Mensa, at a bunch of forums on the Internet etc etc etc.
Here I found a list of the IQ of several famous historical people:
http://www.iqcomparisonsite.com/Cox300.aspx
I also caught some comments concerning this list. One person noted that it must've been crushing for Rousseau to know that his arch rival Voltaire had 40 more in IQ. Another commented that of course one can understand that Voltaire was more intelligent, seeing he was a lot more broad-minded. One third smart-ass said she scored like 150 on an IQ-test on the net and got like oh so scared thinking it was like below average :-O

According to my syllable-dictionary "broad-mindedness" is a syllable to intelligence, but isn't that an apprehension which opposes what the IQ-tests values? You know the ones who show four numbers and ask you to answer which the fifth one is ought to be. I say that the broad-minded person wouldn't restrict herself to approving that the following number in the series 1,2,3,4 has to be 5, instead she should open her mind for many other possibilities. For example she wouldn't take for granted that 1,2,3,4 should be interpreted as numbers, she would look at them just as unprejudiced as she looks at any other symbols, pictures or spots of dirt.
>>I read a thread at some philosophy-community-forum entitled "intelligence is prejudicialness". The creator of the thread was arguing the same way as I just did I think, that intelligence as it is measured in the IQ-tests is rather about restricting ones mind. But he was mainly babbling about ribosomes and that brain-substance-tommyrot-things you know. Another person objected this thesis and meant that real intelligence has nothing to do with prejudice. He cited some Buddhist-dude (or such) who claimed that intelligence is living and not mechanical and that the true intelligence is not sprung from logical thinking. It's creativity and bla bla, so think spontaneity bla bla, curiosity bla bla, consider the aspect of intuition bla bla.

But oh well, for those who still want to draw a sign of equality between intelligence and open-mindedness... then it's easy to be maximally open-minded by just pointing out that EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE! Those who know most is the ones who knows the least! And the only thing I know is that... I know nothing.
>>-'Oh boy, that was many brave statements', I hear you opposing me. 'You assume that you know that you nothing know - then you are accepting one obvious paradox as completely true. And you who claim that you know nothing, at the same time sift yourself to the ones who knows the most. You're calling yourself maximally open-minded when actually you are narrow-minded like a tiny, tiny RAT!'
>>-'Hehehe', I then reply, 'if you assume that I really meant what I was stating, who is it then the narrow-minded? All what I wrote, it was just for fun, par ris!'

If course it's not seriously spoken. Still I think it can be out of value to keep in mind. Why think 'good', why think 'bad', when one may think 'hmmm...?'. Maybe a person has a chain of thoughts, or a certain mood that she wants to express but that she can't get a grip of, and each attempt to find words for it is failed. And if it may actually be caught in words for while, it's still fragile, and may easily be broken by self-obsessed people who forgets to pull in their claws before grasping after it. Sometimes I sense that people are too quick to narrow their perspectives and just accept or decline something that they in fact never seen all dimensions and possibilities of. That's where the roots of my problems are. And that's the reason why I began clattering these words on my laptop.

Let me illustrate with an example, about when I got my test in social sciences handed back the other day. At one of the questions my teacher had commented my answer: 'A very interesting opinion!'. 'Oh, so I expressed an opinion?', I thought when I read it, 'that I didn't know'. Or wait, I didn't quite think so actually. I thought 'how imbecile of him to assume that I expressed an opinion. "Opinion" is a word that includes some personal valuing, but when I respond to a task at a test I only do it with the intention to give as plausible answer as possible and there's no use in bringing any issue about opinions into mind then!' Or, by the way, I never thought so either. I don't think I formulated any thought in words, but I can recall how I felt an indignation when I saw his use of the word "opinion" about what I had written.
>>Now you of course oppose me, saying it was stupid and simple of me to take it so, and that I certainly had no reason to incite myself that way. The word "opinion" doesn't necessarily have anything to do with personal valuing to do, and it doesn't necessarily embed any normative aspect. To have an opinion can simply be to bring something into perspective, or to have a view. 'Okay, okay, I admit that my example wasn't clear as the clock.' So let me illustrate with another, better one, then:

I was going to buy food at the local mall. I said hello to the cashier, pulled my cash card, hit my code, pushed the green button marked OK, got the question whether I wanted to confirm the purchase and I pressed OK again. Then I looked back towards the line and I saw products such as crisp-bread, rice, milk, oranges, neatly placed on the rolling hoop with all the bar-codes directed towards me. And onward I slowly moved my eyes to the other side of the cashier, towards the exit... There laid seven packages of mackerel-fillets.
>>- 'Excuse me', I told the cashier, 'I think I accidentally paid for the wrong food.'
It had been a misunderstanding because the lady who bought food before had split her products into two sets. And after she had payed for her first set she went and started packing those products. And all awhile I hadn't shown much attention and thought it was my turn and... oh well oh well, you understand, so I don't need to bring this thing into details! Anyway, we got to erase and rewind, redoing everything. And then when all problems had been solved, and I had payed for my own food, the cashier told me this (now we reach the point I wanted to make):
>>-'Yeah, I thought it was a bit strange! You didn't look like one who would buy...'
Didn't look like what!?!?!?! Oh, by the way, forget that example.

So, back to the intelligence; If one reads a text that one doesn't understand a single scrap of, wouldn't it be good to know what the author had in IQ so that one could get to know if what was written really only was rubbish, or if it - despite all - might be found something thinkable therein? Anyone would think it's more fertile to interpret a picture painted by an artist with 190 IQ, than a picture painted by an elephant with an 190 centi-long trunk, even though they can be way so similar!
>>And consider if all people got to answer the question whether they believe themselves to be smarter than most people in their community. Some would surely hesitate and beg for a specification of what it means to be smart. But when they get exhorted to just answer what they really believe, I am convinced that a crushing majority will reply "Hell yeah, I sure do believe that I am smarter than most of the people in my community. And in fact, people in my community also tend to understand things better than people in other communities". And those who wouldn't reply so, would in the inner chambers of their hearts still believe it. Wouldn't it be good with an objective IQ-test that really can sift the good ones from the bad then? When it's so obvious that it's not possible to trust ones own judgment in issues like these... Maybe everyone should make an obligatory IQ-test every fifth year or so and have the results registered in ones id-cards, so that the 'not-so-intelligent' can be reminded every now and then that they most likely have nothing out of value to say? Maybe they can spare to bother other people with their opinions then.
>>But as you probably already have understood, I don't care the slightest about what is intelligent and what isn't. Just as little as I care about all other answers that I pretend to be looking for.

This text may also be found here, in a more reader-friendly format: http://www.gigafiles.co.uk/files/5047/ThePhilosopher2.pdf

Nu finns det också en svensk version av den här texten tillgänglig här: http://www.gigafiles.co.uk/files/5047/FILOSOFEN.pdf (tyvärr inte helt färdigt uppdaterad än)

So I've realized that all what matters here in life is happiness. Though me, I'm rather unhappily knowing than happily unknowing. You see, I don't have only self-interests, but also interests not belonging to myself. If you don't believe me you are cynical and prejudiced. I do also have prejudices, but at least I am aware of them. I believe for example that all crimes is committed by immigrants, though I know it's not true. I believe in wonders! miracles! supernatural things! That things that impossibly can happen really do occur sometimes. I'm not letting myself get fooled by the lies of the rationalist propaganda. I'm standing proud and stout on two feet in the most narrow-minded of worlds. To be able to flee... um... to be able to fly, is my very highest wish above all. It's almost like I would prefer that in front of being invisible.

He was short cut, muscular and elegantly dressed. She had long blond hair, a pink skirt and high-heeled. A macho man and a bimbo you may think, but that's not where I wanted to get. I wanted to get inside the bus back home to Uppsala, because it was rather cold this November night.

      I stood next behind them in the line and I also made sure to take the seat next behind them in the bus. I like to listen to other people talk without having to take part in the discussion myself. It gives me an opportunity to better reflect what I hear and think for myself.

      Especially discussions with people who meet each other for the first time are interesting.

She asks and listens while he tells about his work with criminal kids in the suburb, and of a new school system that he's taking part in developing. He himself has no education, but since he has such strong will and many ideas he's been promoted to higher and higher positions.

     When he explains how the government earns 200.000 Swedish crowns for each kid he gets on track it may sound boastful, but I am glad to hear it, and I believe that it's good deeds he performs.

He says that one shouldn't jump to conclusions about these kids, many of them have serious problems and behave very badly - but that's not because of the colour of their skin or their race!

And I think that I shouldn't jump to conclusions about him. Just because he dresses and acts in a certain way doesn't mean he disregards people who are different.

Last time I went with the night bus it was the other way around for my part. Then I sat next to a girl who I'd only met at a night-club once before. I easily get awkward in a situation like that. When I sometimes tend to poke fun at each and everyone, I feel a bit extra silly when I turn into an object for others to poke fun at. Suits me, I thought, when I realized that it wasn't even enough to keep ones voice down - most people in the sleepy, calm and crowded bus would listen and hear it anyway.

When the bus reached the final stop and it was time to leave a man came up to us and thanked for the teaching in philosophy.

But I didn't thank these people for the teaching in rehabilitation of criminal children. Instead I took my bike and trampled home to my place.