Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Camper Van BeethovenНазвание : all her favorite fruit | guitar chord и Mp3Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : alternative indie rock indie rock post-punk Видео:
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Camper Van Beethoven: "All Her Favorite Fruit" - Key Lime Pie (I worked this out also over the break) last time slide e-2-------2-------2-------2-3-5-3-0-2-----------------|-/10----------------- B-3-------3-------3-------3---------3-----------------|--------------------- G-2-------2-------2-------2---------2----repeat this--|--------------------- D-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0---0-----------------|--------------------- A-----------------------------------------------------|--------------------- E-----------------------------------------------------|--------------------- D I drive alone, home from work Bm A And I always think of her D Bm A Late at night I call her, but I never say a word G Bm A D G But I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder Bm A D G D G And I can almost smell her breath, faint, with a sweet scent of decay D She serves him mashed potatoes Bm A She serves him peppered steak, and corn D Bm A Pulls the dress up over her head, lets it fall to the floor G Bm A D G And does she ever whisper in his ear, all her favorite fruit Bm A D G And all the most exotic places they are cultivated D Bm A And I`d like to take her there, rather than this train I`m on D Bm A And if I weren`t a civil servant, I`d have a place in the colonies G Bm A D G We`d play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four Bm A D G Within intervention`s distance of the embassy D A D The midday air grows thicker with the heat Bm A And drifts towards the line of trees D A D Bm A When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into siesta G Bm A D G And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof Bm A D G We dream our dreams and sing our songs of love - fecundity D G D G D G Of life and love, of life and love, of life and love (end with opening riff, then finish on D) You may wish to play the G barred on the 3rd fret, and sometimes pick the top three strings descending. -john -- ******Give me a command line or give me death!***************** Triangle Man, Triangle Man Triangle Man hates Person Man They have a fight, Triangle wins Triangle Man. ********-They Might Be Giants************************************************ | Похожие исполнители:
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