#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: jreitz@cats.ucsc.edu Date: Fri, 1 Oct 93 19:01:52 -0700 To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu Subject: CRD:123-IndigoGirls 1-2-3 Indigo Girls E A D G B E D(9): x x 0 2 3 0 intro: E D(9) E D(9) E D(9) E D(9) >From the bowery to the brimstone, I tried to find your heart. E D(9) E D(9) With drugs of initiation, bottom of the barrel that drops. E D(9) E D(9) I understand your causes, sympathize the motivation. E D(9) E D(9) But all the details of this war are just self-infatuation. E D(9) One Two Three, Nothing's for free E D(9) E Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home. D(9) E D(9) You better own up to me yeah E D(9) E D(9) Manic blood runs thick my friend, are you looking for a clean escape? E D(9) E D(9) What's left when the locks have all been broken, young children of authority? E D(9) E D(9) How long can you be agile, dancing between the altar and the mercy seat? E D(9) E D(9) Here's a chance to make a choice, are you aware of the fire beneath your feet? E D(9) One Two Three, Nothing's for free E D(9) C Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home. Em the basement lies within us, the fear comes through the door C Em C(9) A B there's nothing left between us, the fear becomes a roar E D(9) E D(9) Once that wheel is in motion, don't lose what you have found. E D(9) E D(9) I'm talking about the burning wheel of tongues, everything that makes it go around. E D(9) E D(9) We're all born in the devil's scorn, they want to see you die. E D(9) E D(9) I'm asking you: Are you true? Everything they say is a lie. E D(9) One Two Three, Nothing's for free E D(9) E Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home. D(9) E You better own up to me yeah ------------------------------------------------------------------------- | submitted by | It would help if you could die | | jonas reitz | something fast and tragic at an early age. . .| | jreitz@cats.ucsc.edu | -Alice Donut | -------------------------------------------------------------------------