____________________ / Rufus Wainwright / This song is about Rufus waking up the unforgettable day / 11:11 / of 9/11 where everything stood still. I think it's about / Want One / realizing that your life could suddenly end at any moment. /___________________/ This reminds you of appreciating the essential things and to remember to hold on them, in Rufus' case here his love. Capo on 2nd fret. These chords are transcribed from the many acoustic versions on youtube. And since that's just Rufus alone, I didn't see any reason to transpose the song up accordingly. I suppose most of you readers are single guitarists (...you know what I mean :P). But if you want the chords in the actual key, Emajor, just mail me and I'll transpose it for you. The symbol "%" just means to stay on a chord (instead of writing it again). -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- _E_A_D_G_B_e_ Intro: | | | | | | | | ||: D | D | Dsus4 | Dsus4 :|| D | x x 0 2 3 2 | | | Dsus4 | x x 0 2 3 3 | | | 1st Verse: A7sus4 | x 0 2 0 3 3 | ||: D | D | Dsus4 | Dsus4 :|| 3x |_____________| | A7Sus4 | % | % | % | _____________ 2nd Verse: | | similar to 1st Verse + | A13 | G6/D A13 | A13 | x 0 2 0 2 2 | | | G6/D | x x 0 0 0 0 | | | 3rd Verse: D6 | x x 0 2 0 2 | | D | D6 | G | Gmaj7 | | | G | 3 2 0 0 0 3 | | E9 | E7 | A13 | G6/D A13 | | | Gmaj7 | 3 2 0 0 0 2 | | D | D6 | G | Gmaj7 | | | E9 | 0 2 0 1 0 2 | | F#7sus4 | F#7 | G | C | | | E7 | 0 2 0 1 0 0 | | | F#7sus4 | 2 4 2 4 2 2 | 4th Verse: | | similar to 1st Verse F#7 | 2 4 2 3 2 2 | | | C | x 3 2 0 1 0 | | | 5th Verse: Am7 | x 0 2 0 1 0 | | D | D | Am7 | Am7 | | | Am | 5 7 7 5 5 5 | | G | G | D | D | | | Em | 0 2 2 0 0 0 | | Am | Am | Em | Em | | | Gm | 3 5 5 3 3 3 | | Gm | Gm | C | G | |_|_|_|_|_|_|_| | D | D | Am7 | Am7 | | A13 | G6/D A13 | | D | D6 | | G | Gmaj7 | E9 | E7 | | G | Gmaj7 | E9 | E7 | | G | Gmaj7 | D... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Woke up this morning at 11:11 Wasn't in Portland and and I wasn't in heaven Could have been either by the way I was feeling But I was alive, I was alive Woke up this morning at 11:11 John was half-naked and Lulu was crying Over a baby that will never go crazy But I was alive And kicking through this cruel world Holding a notion of you at 11:11 Tell me what else can I do What else can I do? Woke up this morning and something was burning Realized that everything really does happen in Manhattan Thoughts were of characters and afternoons lying And you, you were alive Oh, the hours we are separate 11:11 is just precious time we've wasted So patch up your bleeding hearts And put away your poses I'm gonna have a drink Before we ring around the roses with you Oh, the hours we are separate Oh, the hours we are separate 11:11 Jon Sebastian Frederiksen - 13th /February /09 Just mail me at Maitinin@gmail.com with questions, comments and corrections!