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Satanic Messiah

tabbed by mike/howardfinkel

F# F#7 D B

F#        F#7             B             C#  (riff on B string, 4-6)
I saw the posters popping up around the city
B    #                   F#   C#
Pale blue and washed out red
F#      F#7         B                C# (riff on B string, 4-6)
I went down to the arena pushing through
B    C#         F#       C#
     Hoping I'd run into you

B                C#                  Ebm    G#
Sweet freshly scrubbed smell of the crowd
B          C#                F#    C#
All the excitement in their eyes
B            Bb7           Ebm                     G#
We were all made young when he stepped onto the stage
B       C#       Ebm              G#  
Like an animal escaping from his cage

C#         F#
Raise the trumpet
           B
Sound the drum
            F#                C#               F#
He whom the prophets spoke of long ago has come

All of us too dazed to leave when it was over
Dawdled by the vendors for a minute
Gathered underneath a summer sky
I was hoping you'd pass by

But though I didn't see you that day or the next
I'm pretty sure that you were there
Making your way along the young and happy horde
Headed down to your reward

Raise the trumpet
Sound the drum
He whom the prophets spoke of long ago has come

F# F#7 D B F#

In my opinion, this is much easier to play on guitar with a capo on the second fret. All I've done here is
transcribe all of the chords in the original tab down 2 half steps

E E7 C A

E         E7              A             B  (riff on B string, 2-4)
I saw the posters popping up around the city
A    B                   E    B
Pale blue and washed out red
E      E7          A                B (riff on B string, 2-4)
I went down to the arena pushing through
A    B          E        B
     Hoping I'd run into you

A                B                   C#m    F#
Sweet freshly scrubbed smell of the crowd
A          B                 E    B
All the excitement in their eyes
A            Ab7           C#m                     F#
We were all made young when he stepped onto the stage
A       B        C#m              F#  
Like an animal escaping from his cage

B         E
Raise the trumpet
           A
Sound the drum
            E                 B                E
He whom the prophets spoke of long ago has come

All of us too dazed to leave when it was over
Dawdled by the vendors for a minute
Gathered underneath a summer sky
I was hoping you'd pass by

But though I didn't see you that day or the next
I'm pretty sure that you were there
Making your way along the young and happy horde
Headed down to your reward

Raise the trumpet
Sound the drum
He whom the prophets spoke of long ago has come

E E7 C A E