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+ | ===== Source Decay ===== | ||
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+ | tabbed by Russ Sweetser ([[yarzrevenge@yahoo.com]]) and Rosa | ||
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+ | play A* as a normal A, Esus4 (022200), or Asus2/E (002200). | ||
+ | |||
+ | E A* E A* | ||
+ | |||
+ | E | ||
+ | Once a week I make the drive | ||
+ | F# A E | ||
+ | two hours east to check the Austin post office box. | ||
+ | E F# | ||
+ | I take the detour through our old neighborhood, | ||
+ | A B | ||
+ | see all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks, | ||
+ | A B | ||
+ | and I park in an alley and I read through the postcards | ||
+ | | ||
+ | that you continue to send: | ||
+ | | ||
+ | where as indirectly as you can you ask what I remember. | ||
+ | | ||
+ | I like these torture devices from my old best friend. | ||
+ | C#m | ||
+ | Well I'll tell you what I know | ||
+ | | ||
+ | like I swore I always would -- | ||
+ | A B | ||
+ | I don't think it's gonna do you any good: | ||
+ | E A E A | ||
+ | I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward the water. | ||
+ | |||
+ | E | ||
+ | I always get a late start, | ||
+ | F# | ||
+ | when the sun's going down | ||
+ | A | ||
+ | and the traffic' | ||
+ | E | ||
+ | and the glare is hard to take. I wish the | ||
+ | E F# | ||
+ | West Texas highway was a Möbius strip -- | ||
+ | A B | ||
+ | I could ride it out forever. When I feel my heart break, | ||
+ | | ||
+ | I almost swear I hear it happen, it's that clear and that hard. | ||
+ | | ||
+ | I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard. | ||
+ | C#m | ||
+ | I fall out of the car | ||
+ | F# | ||
+ | like a hostage from a plane, | ||
+ | A | ||
+ | think of you a while and | ||
+ | B | ||
+ | start wishing it would rain. | ||
+ | E A E A | ||
+ | I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward the water. | ||
+ | |||
+ | E A* E A* | ||
+ | |||
+ | E | ||
+ | I come into the house, | ||
+ | F# | ||
+ | put on a pot of coffee, | ||
+ | A E | ||
+ | walk the floors a little while. | ||
+ | E F# | ||
+ | I set the postcard on a table with all the others like it, | ||
+ | A B | ||
+ | I start sorting through the pile. | ||
+ | A | ||
+ | I check the pictures and the postmarks | ||
+ | B | ||
+ | and the captions and the stamps | ||
+ | E A | ||
+ | for signs of any pattern at all. | ||
+ | | ||
+ | When I come up empty-handed, | ||
+ | E B | ||
+ | I let a few of my defenses fall | ||
+ | C#m F# | ||
+ | and I smile a bitter smile -- it's not a pretty thing to see -- | ||
+ | A B | ||
+ | I think about a railroad platform back in 1983 | ||
+ | E A E A | ||
+ | and I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward toward the water | ||
+ | |||
+ | E A* E A* E A* E | ||
+ | </ | ||
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