Ian Hunter - Guernica, аккорды

Вступление Author's Note - Mid-80's and still writing beautiful songs - https://youtu.be/TKHAOTjNZoQ?si=Md489D5oqhJPyinr - Some of the lyrics are not right. If someone knows the correct ones, let me know - Quite sure that a capo is used on the 6th fret, but you can also tune down a step and play the following - Intro - G C - - Verse - G Em C D x2 C D G C G C G C - Bridge - Em D G [Intro] C F x4 [Verse 1] C Am I just wanted to tell you I love you. I just wanted to tell you again F G I saw you today on your mountain. I just want you to know that I'm there C Am Got a whole other world standing next to me. Little angels directing my hands F G They won't let me choose from the colors I use. They want violence and black like Cezanne F G C F The rage inside is hard to hide, I blame it on this trial C F C F When I painted Guernica [Verse 2] C Am These are dangerous times for thinkin'. I'm a stranger in a strange land F G If you think for yourself, you're a traitor, it's like walking on quicksand C Am So I work in the shadows of uncertainty, waiting for that knock at the door F G When I coal miner says, "Is this your idea?". I say, "No, I thought it was yours" F G C F Just a drum off track, I went all the way back, the man on top reminded ya C F C F When I painted Guernica. When I painted Guernica C F C F When I painted Guernica. Alright [Instrumental] C Am F G x2 [Bridge] Am G C Far away, far away from distorted times Am G C There's green and white in the meadows Am G C Fly away, fly away from your worst nightmare Am G C As you disappear in the shadows Am G C Fly away, fly away from your broken bones Am G C Fly away, fly away from evil Am G C These big black screens are snatchin' dreams Am G Fly away, fly away to freedom [Verse 3] C Am This picture is a chamber of horrors. This picture's a crucifixion F G It'll hang on the walls of eternity halls, it will never be forgotten C Am When my hands veil the truth behind images, this picture is trying to explain F G If this anger smashes into your consciousness, then this picture will not be in vain F G F And the camera smells of rusted shells, I created a monster C F C F When I painted Guernica. When I painted Guernica C F C F When I painted Guernica. Alright [Outro] C F x4 C