Anybody Seen my Baby

The Rolling Stones

Transposer:

She confessed her love to me Then she vanished on the breeze Trying to hold on to that Was just impossible. She was more than beautiful Closer to ethereal With a kind of Down to earth flavor Close my eyes It's three in the afternoon Then i realize That she's really Gone for good Anybody seen my baby Anybody seen her around Love has gone And made me blind I've looked but i just can't find She has gotten lost In the crowd I was flippin' magazines In the place of mercer street When i thought i spotted her. Getting on a motor bike Looking rather lady like Didn't she just give me a wave? Salty tears It's three in the afternoon Has she disappeared Is she really gone for good Anybody seen my baby Anybody seen her around If i just close my eyes I reach out And touch the prize Anybody seen her around [rap] Anybody seen my baby Anybody seen hes around If i just close my eyes I reach out And touch the prize Anybody seen her around Lost, lost and never found I must have called her A thousand times Something i think She's just in my imagination Lost in the crowd

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G, D, C, Em, D7, G7, C7

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D, A, E, E7, F#m, C#m, Bm

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If You Really Want To Be My Friend

D, G, Em, Em7, C, Am, A

La chanson évoque la douleur de la perte d’un amour. Le narrateur se remémore les moments passés avec cette personne qui, après avoir avoué son amour, a disparu sans un mot. Il tente désespérément de la retrouver, fouillant parmi la foule et ayant des visions fugaces de son image, mais elle lui échappe toujours. Le sentiment de nostalgie est palpable alors qu'il se rend compte que cette présence belle et éthérée ne fait peut-être que partie de son imagination. Le contexte semble refléter une période de quête et d'introspection, où l’amour se mêle à la mélancolie. L’ambiance est empreinte de regret et de désespoir, illustrant la difficulté de faire face à l'absence de quelqu'un qui a marqué sa vie. Les souvenirs flottent comme un rêve, mais la réalité de la perte est bien ancrée.

Le Chansonnier