Love Minus Zero/No Limit

Album Version {c: The main accompaniment goes something like this, with a strong separation between bass downstrokes and treble upstrokes, and an emphasis on the middle string for the G F part (the downstroke on the G on the last beat of the second measure is somewhat undetermined: could be a hint of the bass strings, could be the middle strings): } : . . . : . . . : . . . : . . . |-------0---0---0-|-------0---------|-----------------|-------0---------| |-------1---1---1-|-------1---0---1-|-------1---1---1-|-------1---0---1-| |-------0---0---0-|-------0---0---2-|-------2---2---0-|-------0---0---2-| etc. |-2---2-----------|-----------0---3-|-------3---3---2-|-----------0---3-| |-3---3---3---3---|-3---3---3-------|-3---3---3---3---|-3---3---3-------| |-0---0---0---0---|-0---0---0-------|-0---0---0---0---|-0---0---0-------| C My love she speaks like silence, GF C Without ideals or violence, GF C She doesn't have to say she's faithful, Dm F G Yet she's true, like ice, like fire. C People carry roses, GF C And make promises by the hours, GF C My love she laughs like the flowers, Dm G C Valentines can't buy her. In the dime stores and bus stations, People talk of situations, Read books, repeat quotations, Draw conclusions on the wall. Some speak of the future, My love she speaks softly, She knows there's no success like failure And that failure's no success at all. The cloak and dagger dangles, Madams light the candles. In ceremonies of the horsemen, Even the pawn must hold a grudge. Statues made of match sticks, Crumble into one another, My love winks, she does not bother, She knows too much to argue or to judge. The bridge at midnight trembles, The country doctor rambles, Bankers' nieces seek perfection, Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring. The wind howls like a hammer, The night blows cold and rainy, My love she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing. Don’t Look Back version {c: Below is the interlude between the verses, as played in Don’t Look Back (the “Donovan” scene). } : . . . : . . . : . . . : . . . |-------0---0-----|-------0---0-----|-3-3---3---0-----|-------1---1---0-| |-------1---1-----|-------1---1-----|-1-1---1---0---1-|-------1---1---0h| |-------0---0-----|-------0---0-----|-0-0---0---0---2-|-------2---2---0-| |-2---2-----3---2-|-0h2-------3---2-|-2-------------3-|-3---3-3---3---2-| |-3---3---3---3---|-3---3---3---3---|-3---3---3---2---|-3---3---3---3---| |-0---0---0---0---|-0---0---0---0---|-0---0---0---2---|-0---0---0---0---| .. buy her. : . . . : . . . : . . . : . . . |-------0---0-----|-------1---1---0-|---0---0---0---0-|-1-1---1---0---0-| |h1-----1---0---1-|-------1---1---0-|h1-1---1---1---1-|-3-0---1---0---1-| |-------0---0---2-|-------2---2---0-|---0---0---0---0-|-2-0---2---0---0-| |-2---2---------3-|-3---3-3---3---2-|-2-2-------------|---0---3---0-----| |-3---3---3---2---|-3---3---3---3---|-3---3---3---3---|---------3---2---| |-0---0---0---2---|-0---0---0---0---|-0---0---0---0---|---------0---2---| : . . . : . . . |-------0---0---0-|-------0---------| |-------1---1---1-|-------1---------| |-------0---0---0-|-------0---------| |-2---2---2-3---2-|-2---2---2---2---| |-3---3---3---3---|-3---3---3---3---| |-0---0---0---0---|-0---0---0---0---| In the ... Budokan version D My love she speaks like silence, AG D Without ideals or violence, AG D She doesn't have to say she's faithful, Em G A Asus4 Yet she's true, like ice, like fire. D People carry roses, AG D And make promises by the hours, AG D My love she laughs like the flowers, Em A D Valentines can't buy her. Live 1975 version C My love she speaks like silence, GF C Without ideals or violence, GF C She doesn't have to say she's faithful, Dm G G/G Yet she's true, like ice, like fire. C People carry roses, GF C And make promises by the hours, GF C My love she laughs like the flowers, Dm G F C Valentines can't buy her Unplugged version : . . . : |-0-----000-333-11|-1--- |-1-----111-000-11|-1--- |-0-----000-000-22|-2--- |-2-----222-000-33|-3--- |-3-----333-222-33|-3--- |-----------333-11|-1--- C My love she speaks like silence, GF C Without ideals or violence, GF C doesn't have to say she's faithful, Dm G11 Yet she's true, like ice, like fire. C People carry roses, GF C make promises by the hours, GF C My love she laughs like the flowers, Dm G11C Valentines can't buy her.