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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: jreitz@cats.ucsc.edu Date: Fri, 1 Oct 93 19:01:52 -0700 To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu Subject: CRD:123-IndigoGirls
1-2-3 Indigo Girls
E A D G B E D(9): x x 0 2 3 0
Вступление: E D(9) E D(9)
E D(9) E D(9) >From the bowery to the brimstone, I tried to find your heart.
E D(9) E D(9) With drugs of initiation, bottom of the barrel that drops.
E D(9) E D(9) I understand your causes, sympathize the motivation. E D(9) E D(9)
But all the details of this war are just self-infatuation.
E D(9) One Two Three, Nothing's for free
E D(9) E Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home. D(9) E D(9)
You better own up to me yeah
E D(9) E D(9) Manic blood runs thick my friend, are you looking for a clean escape?
E D(9) E D(9) What's left when the locks have all been broken, young children of authority?
E D(9) E D(9) How long can you be agile, dancing between the altar and the mercy seat? E D(9) E D(9) Here's a chance to make a choice, are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?
E D(9) One Two Three, Nothing's for free
E D(9) C Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home.
Em the basement lies within us, the fear comes through the door C Em C(9) A B
there's nothing left between us, the fear becomes a roar
E D(9) E D(9) Once that wheel is in motion, don't lose what you have found.
E D(9) E D(9)
I'm talking about the burning wheel of tongues, everything that makes it go around.
E D(9) E D(9)
We're all born in the devil's scorn, they want to see you die.
E D(9) E D(9) I'm asking you: Are you true? Everything they say is a lie.
E D(9) One Two Three, Nothing's for free
E D(9) E Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home. D(9) E
You better own up to me yeah
| submitted by | It would help if you could die | | jonas reitz | something fast and tragic at an early age. . .| | jreitz@cats.ucsc.edu | -Alice Donut |
