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+ | ===== Weekend in Western Illinois ===== | ||
+ | Tab originally posted by kris.\\ | ||
+ | Cleaned up and re-posted by Dan Trombley (daniel.trombley at gmail dot com) | ||
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+ | < | ||
+ | this song is just D-A-G in two progressions. the riff is; | ||
+ | |||
+ | (D chord open) | ||
+ | e-3-2-0-3-2----------- | ||
+ | B-----------3---3----- | ||
+ | G-------------2---0--- | ||
+ | |||
+ | D G | ||
+ | The lands opening up like a blanket | ||
+ | | ||
+ | and the dandelions spread themselves thickly out | ||
+ | | ||
+ | along the fields, which are, evidently, endless; | ||
+ | | ||
+ | and we are hotly in love with one another. | ||
+ | D G | ||
+ | we’ve got an unquenchable thirst in our throats. | ||
+ | | ||
+ | we are, for some reason, all the time, bleeding, | ||
+ | | ||
+ | and we are friendless. | ||
+ | |||
+ | (muted strums - D) | ||
+ | D G | ||
+ | and we love these dogs that roll on the lawns here in galesburg – | ||
+ | D A D | ||
+ | because they seem to know something nobody else knows. | ||
+ | | ||
+ | it is written in the smiles on their faces, | ||
+ | D G | ||
+ | and it rings in their high young voices | ||
+ | D A | ||
+ | we are burning up all of our choices up here | ||
+ | | ||
+ | where the tall grass grows, up here in galesburg. | ||
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+ | the sky’s opening up like an old wound, | ||
+ | and the rain on our bodies is warm tonight | ||
+ | and the ground underneath us shakes in the cracking thunder. | ||
+ | we can taste fresh blood in our mouths again: | ||
+ | there is no chance of getting enough of it, | ||
+ | and we tally up all our possessions, | ||
+ | |||
+ | but we love these dogs that loll in the rain here in galesburg | ||
+ | as the new season rocks them in its terrible arms. | ||
+ | yeah they howl as though the world were ending, | ||
+ | and we are watching the sky unwinding | ||
+ | and some of our promises were binding | ||
+ | up here where our dreams take form up here in galesburg. | ||
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+ | </ | ||
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