Note for note, here is what you've got there
D
D
A#
E
G
D

Together, the G, A#, and D make a minor triad (1, b3, 5).
The E relates to G as the 6.
So, it is a form of Gm 6.

There are other ways of looking at this, but Gm6 seems to make the most sense.

Other ways
For instance, D, G, A# makes an augmented triad (1, 4, b6).
The E relates to D as the 2.  So it could also be called a D+ 2 or Daug 2.

Also, the E, G, A# makes a diminished triad (1, b3, b5).
The D relates to the E as a b7.  So it could also be called an Edim b7.

As with all the stuff, the precise name is entirely secondary to the sound - if it sounds right wherever you are using it, then it is perfect.  James

Hi mrculp - I have had a similar thing happen once.  I 'published' a book, but it never appeared in the little window and I couldn't find it in the list (even though it was displaying the 'this songbook is public' notice).

This is what I had to do - log in and go to your songbook.  Then, 'unpublish' the book.  Finally, re-publish the book again.

If this doesn't work, then we'll have to ask 'admin' and see what he might know.  James

Hi arkady - Probably the easiest way to define a chord would be to do use the little x's and number notations.  Go to the 'large chord chart' on the resources page and if you hover your mouse over any chord grid you will see what I mean.  You can put this either in the body of the message or put it 'in' the song by doing a comment line {c:yadda yadda yadda}.

Hi AlecinOz - Couldn't locate any chords or tabs for this great song.
However, the song is actually by Boo Hewerdine and there is a very clear recording of it here:
http://www.boohewerdine.net/mp3/website/exclusive.htm

The chords are mostly F's with a few Bb's and an occasional C.  The real interesting part of the backing are the bass notes and that's the hard part to work out.

Lots of other good stuff at this artist's site also.  Great songwriter.

Jeff, I have come to conclusion that waiting for my wife to get somewhere must be part of the fun of being married.  If I were habitually late, it would drive me nuts.

Seems like y'all probably missed a few innings of the game - too bad, but it was probably just the part where a bunch of guys ran around in matching outfits. . . .

Good song - James

jpage_roxmysox has just helped me to realize that 'sulking teens' is something I do abhor.  A little moodiness now and then is OK, but some adolescents make a whole career out of 'public sulking'.

For some adolescents 'public sulking' it is the only way they know how to behave - like they are way too cool to have any fun.  They act as if moping about sullen and forlorn and swooning constantly is some sort of profound statement.  Get a life!

Goodness - I sound like some cranky old fart . . . maybe I'll mope around and sulk a bit!
Harumph!  James

Tailgating?  It's not so bad - I live in a university town where tailgating before, during, and after the baseball and football games is a high art.  People take great pride in preparing delicious food and sharing with friends and passers by.

There are some 'extreme' tailgaters who arrive the day before the game just to get their gear set up and start cooking the BBQ.  Some groups have so much gear that it takes intensive labor by a team of experts to get it all properly deployed. 

Other groups keep it simple and have very simple fare and a blanket to sit upon.

I am not a sports fan (can't see much point in watching other people have all the fun) but the tailgating is a not-to-be-missed opportunity to socialize, eat, and laugh.  I like the multi-generational aspects of it - babies, grandparents, sulking teens, proud parents.

The only thing I dislike about the tailgating is that some groups leave tons of trash for other people to clean up - seems to me that if you bring it, you need to take it away also.

The night was drawing in and cold air filled the sky
I could see forever sparkling deep within her eyes
Nothing could be clearer as we gazed into the stars
That nothing comes between two people sharing hearts

Touch of your soft hand brushed away your lies
The touch of your lips eased my breaking heart
The smell of your skin made me think of the time
First time holding you to be mine all mine

As the flash of a shooting start lit up the night
Something started stirring beyond the eerie light
We felt it both deep inside the marrow of our bones
While the wind whistled through the trees in melancholy tones

Chorus or Bridge . . .
Dance in the darkness dance still for me . . .

The night was drawing in and cold air filled the skyI
could see forever sparkling deep within her eyes
Nothing could be clearer as we gazed into the stars
That nothing comes between two people sharing hearts

Touch of your soft hand brushed away your lies
The touch of your lips eased my breaking heart
The smell of your skin made me think of the time
First time holding you to be mine all mine

As the flash of a shooting start lit up the night
Something started stirring beyond the eerie light
We felt it both deep inside the marrow of our bones

Gitaardocphil, that is very interesting to learn about the composer of "My Way".
I had noticed in the literature list that the writer's name was French.
He died while standing in water and changing a light bulb????? Not an accident!

Houseofcards, I'm hearing this one with rockabilly twang and reverb - no idea what your backing chords might be, but seems like that sound would fit the lyric.  James

Next time I'm on my riding mower I shall belt this one out as I bounce along.  This is a great sing-along song.