Here's the chords for an old song from that wierd turtle album. If you have anything interesting (positive or negative) to say, please mail me. You'll piss off fewer people and, besides, I don't have the time to follow this group with it's zillions of posts.
"They Dance Alone (Cueco solo)" - STING from "...Nothing Like The and "Fields of Gold"
This is fairly simple except for two chords. (All others are detailed at the bottom anyway.)
I think that they're correctly named and placed in the song but mail me if you know better. All comments, criticisms and corrections would be appreciated. (I wouldn't mind knowing what the song is about either. Sorry if that's a little ignorant......)
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Why are these women here,
dancing on their own?
Why is there a sadness in their eyes?
Why are there soldiers here,
their faces fixed like stone?
Can't see what it is that they despise.
Dancing with the missing,
dancing with the dead.
Dancing with the invisible ones,
their anguish is unsaid.
Dancing with their fathers,
dancing with their sons, Fug4maj7 dancing with their husbands. Fug4maj7 They dance alone.
They dance alone.
's the only form of protest they're alowed
Seen their silent faces, they scream so loud.
If they were to speak these words,
they'd go missing too.
Another woman on the torture table:
what else can they do?
Dancing with the missing,
dancing with the dead.
Dancing with the invisible ones,
their anguish is unsaid.
Dancing with their fathers,
dancing with their sons. Fug4maj7 Dancing with their husbands. Fug4maj7 They dance alone.
They dance alone.
One day we'll dance on their graves.
One day we'll sing our freedom.
One day we'll laugh in our joy: Eadd6 when we'll dance.
One day we'll dance on their graves.
One day we'll sing our freedom.
One day we'll laugh in our joy: Bm Eadd6 A (continues through foriegn (Spanish?) bit) when we'll dance.
Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos Ellas danzan con los muertos Ellas danzan con amores invisibles Ellas danzan con silenciosa angistia Danzan con sus padres Danzan con sus hijos Danzan con sus esposos Ellas danzan solas Danzan solas
Hey Mr. Pinochet,
you've sown a bitter crop.
It's foreign money that supports you,
One day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers,
no budget for your guns.
You think of your own mother,
dancing with her invisible son.
Dancing with the missing,
dancing with the dead.
Dancing with the invisible ones,
their anguish is unsaid.
Dancing with their fathers,
dancing with their sons. Fug4maj7 Dancing with their husbands. Fug4maj7 They dance alone.
They dance alone.
One day we'll dance on their graves.
One day we'll sing our freedom.
One day we'll laugh in our joy. Emaj6 when we'll dance.
One day we'll dance on their graves.
One day we'll sing our freedom.
One day we'll laugh in our joy. Emaj6 when we'll dance.
Then we'll dance.
We'll dance.....
[Repeated many times, fading, accompanied by similar chords to those used in the last section]
Chords used:
A x02220 402220 320003 D xx0232 244222 022200 Faug4maj7 133200 022100 B x24442 Bm x24432 Eadd6 022120 020100
