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- | ===== An Inscription at Salonae | + | ===== Going to Mexico |
- | Tabbed by Alex Glasnovic (Gray.Fox@Gmail.com) | + | |
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- | INTRO/ | + | tabbed by Alex Glasnovic (Gray.Fox@Gmail.com) and Rosa |
- | D#- D chord (x-x-0-2-3-2) transposed on the fret of the number. D5 - x-x-0-5-6-5, | + | to play along with the album tune down about a half step. |
- | D G | + | D-number: play a D-shape on the numbered fret (D-9 = x-x-0-9-10-9) |
- | I saw you at your window. | + | |
- | D G | + | |
- | I saw you in the sun. | + | |
- | D | + | |
- | I saw you in the window, looking out. | + | |
- | [quicken | + | Intro: D-9 D-10 D9-10 | D-9 D-10 D-12 D-14 | x2 (listen to the song for the rhythm) |
- | D G | + | G D |
- | I reached my hand in there, | + | I saw you at your window |
- | D | + | G D |
+ | I saw you in the sun | ||
+ | G D Asus4 | ||
+ | I saw you in the window looking out | ||
+ | |||
+ | | ||
+ | I reached my hand in there | ||
+ | | ||
then I touched your hair | then I touched your hair | ||
- | D | + | |
- | and felt myself burn, in the morning. | + | and felt myself burn in the morning |
+ | |||
+ | Intro | ||
+ | |||
+ | and the chickens were screaming | ||
+ | black dog at my heels | ||
+ | and the bluejays were coughing up in the trees | ||
- | INTRO | + | I'd forgotten my name |
+ | I felt kind of ashamed | ||
+ | and felt myself burn in the morning. | ||
- | and the chickens were screaming. | + | Intro |
- | black dog at my heels. | + | |
- | and the bluejays were coughing up in the trees. | + | |
- | I'd forgotten my name. | + | I saw you at your window |
- | I felt kind of ashamed, | + | at the beginning |
- | and felt myself burn, in the morning. | + | and invisible stars sent their heat down |
- | I saw you at your window, | + | I imagined |
- | at the beginning of summer! | + | it was almost too much |
- | and invisible stars, sent their heat down! | + | burned like a bonfire in the mooooooooorning |
- | I imagined your touch, | + | Intro |
- | it was almost too much! | + | |
- | burned like a bonfire in the morning. | + | |
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