In the verse he always repeats C and Am like this:
Strumming:
C Am
v ^ ^ v ^ v ^ v ^ v ^ ^ v ^ v ^ v ^
e|------0--0--0--0--0-----0--0-----0--0-----0--0--0--0--0-----0--0-----0--0---|
B|------1--1--1--1--1-----1--1-----1--1-----1--1--1--1--1-----1--1-----1--1---|
G|------0--0--0--0--0-----0--0-----0--0-----2--2--2--2--2-----2--2-----2--2---|
D|------2--2--2--2--2-----2--2-----2--2-----2--2--2--2--2-----2--2-----2--2---|
A|--3---3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--2--3--3--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--2--0--0---|
E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
He often hammers on the D String when changing to the C and somtimes plays this little variation:
Am
e|---------------------|
B|---------------------|
G|---------------------|
D|-----------0---------|
A|--0--3--2-----0------|
E|---------------------|
[Verse]
C Am
upon the autumn streets when the city is away
C Am
on some lonesome quest for winter
C Am
the man who sings his poems unravels his display
C Am
and the neon spectrums turn to splinters
C Am
and the nights are cold sometimes, but never for his pages
C Am
they don't sway against this wilderof the stage
C Am
and the ageless battle cries I unearthed from my eyes
C Am
no longer writhe because the singing poet is wise
[Chorus]
F G
they said that love of mine won't wither
Em G
that time will bring a treasure trove of things
F G
and the shadows now are just a sliver
Em
but still it stings
F
but it doesn't matter
C
when the poet sings
[Verse]
C Am
under the smoky chimes of roll up cigarettes and rhymes
C Am
beneath the ponds of makeshift filters
C Am
he told me that my sorries were really not worth their weight sometimes
C Am
and it was best to let them wither
C Am
and though I've sung and rung those bells of innocence undone
C Am
with the side of the sun
C Am
but within his song I sail amongst the sounds where sunlight fell
C Am
when my experience begun
C Am C
and when I'm weather-worn the virtues of my mind have torn away
C Am
and no such sounds won't stray
[Chorus]
F G
and if I keep my sorries they'll not wither
Em G
and time will bring a treasure trove of things
F G
and the shadows now are just a sliver
Em
but still it stings
F
but it doesn't matter
C
when the poet sings
[Verse]
C Am
and when this drifting debutante Madonna's come of age
C Am
and her days of youth are over
C Am C
she and I will both surmise that the poet's song will brush aside this man
Am
just as the infant's sorrows hold her
C Am
and on the day that I am slayed and by the colors of my mind betrayed
C Am
on the silence of the stage
C Am
the poet's song will set apart and turn to flames my weary rungs
C Am
and set my phenomenons ablaze
[Chorus]
F G
he said my charming death would wither
Em G
and time would bring a treasure trove of things
F G
and the shadows now are just a sliver
Em
but still it stings
F
but it doesn't matter
C
when the poet sings
