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+ | ===== In Corolla ===== | ||
+ | edited by Phaedrus | ||
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+ | *Filled in the chords through the whole song -Full Force Hi-Fi* | ||
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+ | < | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bbmaj7/A | ||
+ | |||
+ | E------------ | ||
+ | B---3-------- | ||
+ | G---2-------- | ||
+ | D---3-------- | ||
+ | A---0-------- | ||
+ | E------------ | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | E | ||
+ | the day I turned my back on all you people | ||
+ | |||
+ | E | ||
+ | I felt an itching in my thumbs. | ||
+ | |||
+ | C#m | ||
+ | salt air like a broadcast from the distant, dark beyond | ||
+ | |||
+ | A | ||
+ | when my transformation comes. | ||
+ | |||
+ | E | ||
+ | I went down to the warm, warm water | ||
+ | E D A | ||
+ | saw a pelican fly past | ||
+ | C#m | ||
+ | waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me | ||
+ | A | ||
+ | I went wading through the grass. | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Bm | ||
+ | and no one was gonna come and get me. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bm | ||
+ | there wasn't anybody gonna know. | ||
+ | |||
+ | F#m | ||
+ | even though I leave a trail of burnt things in my wake | ||
+ | |||
+ | A | ||
+ | every single place I go. | ||
+ | |||
+ | [Instrumental] | ||
+ | E D A | ||
+ | E D A | ||
+ | |||
+ | E | ||
+ | and it was cool, and it was quiet | ||
+ | E D A | ||
+ | in the humid marsh down there. | ||
+ | C#m | ||
+ | i let my head sink down beneath the brackish water, | ||
+ | A D A (Bbmaj7/A) A | ||
+ | felt it gumming up my hair. | ||
+ | |||
+ | E | ||
+ | the sun was sinking into the atlantic | ||
+ | E | ||
+ | the last time that I turned my back on you. | ||
+ | | ||
+ | I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under | ||
+ | A D A (Bbmaj7/A) A | ||
+ | it was the best that I could do. | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | and I said, | ||
+ | E D A | ||
+ | "let them all fare better than your servant", | ||
+ | E | ||
+ | the reeds all pricking at my skin. | ||
+ | | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | A | ||
+ | all that water rushing in. | ||
+ | |||
+ | E D A | ||
+ | End on A | ||
+ | |||
+ | Transcribed by Phaedrus (carl.dean.cox@gmail.com) | ||
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+ | |||
+ | </ | ||