Frog Eyes - The Country Child, аккорды

Вступление This is how I play the song! Suggestions and corrections welcome! [Verse 1] Em D All the actors say the streets are bathed in fire Em D And all the action happens in the mouth of a bourboned liar C G We're gonna riot on the streets today! C G Smash an apple on the face of the state: [Chorus] C D C D Fundamentally opposed to the cut of your clothes C D C D Em F#m Put your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight. [Verse 2] Em D Autumn's faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum: Em D The golden statue puzzles and attempts one awkward pun: C G Feed a fever as the five fevers rage C G Feed a fever and paginate your page! [Chorus] C D C D Fundamentally opposed to the cost of your coal C D C D Shopkeeper keeps a bowl and he spits his mouth's full C D C D In spite of the winds and the customs of pimps: C D C D The moon sheds its rise! The moon sheds its rise! Bm Am G F#m D Em e|--------------------------------------------------| B|--------------------------------------------------| G|--------------------------------------------------| D|--9----7----5----4----0--2/-----------------------| A|--------------------------------------------------| E|--------------------------------------------------| [Bridge] Am Em The country child culled an abundance of hay: Am Em C And I want his uncle's gold: And I want it today-ay! Em C I said it! Em C I said it! Em C Em I said it! Four fingered-waif's got to stop! G A G F#m D Em e|--------------------------------------------------| B|--------------------------------------------------| G|--------------------------------------------------| D|--------------------------------------------------| x2 A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------| E|--------------------------------------------------| (I think this is the bass line... anyway it sounds pretty good to me!) [Outro] C Em C Em You don't fear the reaper, you don't fear his son, C Em C Em G You better fear the chorus, twelve ragged fingers pointed out at one! Em G You stick a rose in the golden sand! Em G You stick a rose in the golden sand! Em G You stick a rose in the golden sand! Em One writer is short of his daisies... G A G F#m D Em e|--------------------------------------------------| B|--------------------------------------------------| G|--------------------------------------------------| D|--------------------------------------------------| A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------| E|--------------------------------------------------|