A12
Home Tutti A-Z Testi Italiani A-Z Testi Stranieri A-Z Chiedi allo staff
 Fish
Nuovi Artisti
1. Michael McDonald
2. Toninho Horta
3. Smooth Jazz vari
4. Double
5. Bronski Beat
6. Al Jarreau
7. Etta James
8. The Queen
9. The Isley Brothers
10. Spyro Gyra
11. Sister Sledge
12. Kool & the Gang
13. KC & the Sunshine Band
14. Earth Wind & Fire
15. Joe Sentieri
Nuovi Testi/Accordi
1. You Belong To Me
2. Sweet Freedom
3. Tuesday Heartbreaker
4. Love two times
5. It's just a thoght chords
6. I Say a little prayer
7. Cocaine - Clapton
8. Gigi (Concato) - vs. Live
9. Bejo Partido
10. Moby Dick



FISH - Accordi - Internal Exile
Gestisci
--Key----Delay----Bpm: 72---Guitar--Piano-
Received: from animal-farm.nevada.edu by redrock.nevada.edu (5.65c/M1.4)
with SMTP id :AA03315:; Mon, 27 Sep 1993 05:46:08 -0700
Received: from zodiac.csc.peachnet.edu by SYSC.csc.PeachNet.EDU with SMTP
(5.59/LAI-3.2) id AA04424; Mon, 27 Sep 93 08:47:23 EDT
via Charon-4.0-VROOM with IPX id 100.930927084700.384;
27 Sep 93 08:48:50 +500
Reply-To:
Priority: normal
X-Mailer: Pegasus Mail v2.3 (R4).

Internal Exile by Fish, from the album Internal Exile.

This song is rather easy to play, at least the guitar part. The fiddles
whistle and accordian make it sound tough. Listen to the album for the
rythym.

The chords used are:


EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
|||||| |||||| |||||| ||||||
320033 x32010 x20010 x02220
|||||| |||||| |||||| ||||||

Intro:



I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens,


Heading out west for the Lothian Road.


An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket,


Wrapped up in his problems, to keep away the cold.


Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards,


Where the only men working are on documentary crews,


Shooting film as the lines get longer,


As the seams run out, all the oil runs dry.

(Chorus)

Hey there laddie, Internal Exile! When will you realise, we got to let go?


Hey there lassie, Internal Exile! When will you realise, we got to let go?




Starlings wheeling round Georgian spire,


And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies


A lion sleeps in a tenemant close,


In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar.

(Chorus)

Same chords, just picked:


They bury a wasteland deep in the wildernes,


Poison the soil and reap the harvest,


of blind indifference, greed and apathy,


Sowed way back in our history.


The fish are few and the harbours are empty,


The kells now rot on our oil slicked shores.


The sheep are gone, the farms deserted,


We're out of sight and we're out of mind.

(Chorus)


Like our fathers before us, We've eyes for america,


Dream of a new life on foreign shores.


But wherever we go, we'll always know


that the land we stand on, is never our own.

(Chorus)

We gotta go now, ....

(Faster part)


(REAL FAST)


--
Daniel A. Newcombe Clayton State College
Computing Services Morrow, GA 30260
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
- I just want to be free - I'm happy to be lonely.
Marillion, Misplaced Childhood








Engine © 1999 - 2024 - Land63.com. e-mail:  Privacy | Norme sulla legalità