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spartiti chitarra
parte 1 di 10
1-2 Crush on You Tablature
(Strummer/Jones)
A
STANDING IN A QUEUE OF A SCHOOL CANTEEN
D
GUYS ON THE CORNER THEY WERE LAUGHIN' AT ME
A
BUT I DON'T MIND IF THEY SEE IT ALL
F#m
YOU KNOW I GOTTA COME CLEAN
E
I GOTTA COME CLEAN
A A7
I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
A
MY MIND DON'T NEED IT BUT MY BODY DO
D
A LITTLE BIT OF LOVING AND ATTENTION FOR YOU
A
ALTHOUGH WE'RE ONLY STRANGERS
THEY DON'T NEED TO KNOW
F#m
I GOTTA CUM CLEAN, I GOTTA CUM CLEAN
E A A7
OOH, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
G A
I WANNA GET SERIOUS RIGHT AWAY
D F#m
1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
G A
WHAT YOU DOIN' TODAY OR ANY OTHER DAY?
D F#m
1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
G A
JUST ONE LOOK AND I GO INSANE
D F#M G A
1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
YOUR DADDY NEVER COMES TO GET YOU
`COS LIVES SO FAR AWAY
BUT HIS I-TALIAN CHAUFFEUR SHOWS UP EVERY DAY
BUT I'LL GET YOU IN THE CORNER, I'LL GET YOU ALL
ALONE
I GOTTA CUM CLEAN, I GOTTA COME CLEAN
I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
D F#m
1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
G A
I SAID 1-2
Dadd4 A D
I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
A D
WHY SHOULD I GET A CRUSH ON YOU?
1977 Tablature
Version 1
F# G# G# F# F#FFF# that is the verses & the end (the counting of the years) the chorus is just G#G#G# D# C# B C# danger stranger (sung only on G#) G#G#G# D# C# B C# you'd better paint your face B B B B B C# C# C# C# NO elvis beatles or the rolling stones then it's back into the verse "in 1977..." here are the words IN 1977 I HOPE I GO TO HEAVEN COS I BEEN TO LONG ON THE DOLE AND I CAN'T WORK AT ALL Chorus DANGER STRANGER YOU'D BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE NO ELVIS BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES IN 1977 IN 1977 KNIVES IN WEST 11 AIN'T SO LUCKY TO BE RICH STEN GUNS IN KNIGHTSBRIDGE Chorus IN 1977 YOU'RE ON THE NEVER NEVER YOU THINK IT CAN'T GO ON FOREVER BUT THE PAPER SAYS ITS BETTER Ammended Chorus I DON'T CARE CAUSE I'M NOT ALL THERE NO ELVIS BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES IN 1977 SOD THE JUBILEE IN 1978 IN 1979 STAYED IN BED IN 1980 IN11981 THE TOILET DON'T WORK IN 1982 IN 1983 HERE COME THE POLICE IN 1984 Version 2
(Strummer/Jones)
F G F EF G F E F
IN 1977 I HOPE I GO TO HEAVEN
G F E F
COS I BEEN TOO LONG ON THE DOLE
G F E F
AND I CAN’T WORK AT ALL
G E D C
DANGER STRANGER
D G E D C
YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE
C D
NO ELVIS, BEATLES, OR THE ROLLING STONES
F G F E F
IN 1977
IN 1977
KNIVES IN WEST 11
LENT SO LUCKY TO BE RICH
STEN GUNS IN KNIGHTSBRIDGE
DANGER STRANGER
YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE
NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES
IN 1977
IN 1977
YOU’RE ON THE NEVER NEVER
YOU THINK IT CAN'T GO ON FOREVER
BUT THE PAPERS SAY IT’S BETTER
I DON’T CARE ’COS I'M NOT ALL THERE
NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES
G F
IN 1977
E F
SOD THE JUBILEE
G F
IN 1978
IN 1979
STAYED IN BED
IN 1980
IN 1981
THE TOILET DON’T WORK
IN 1982
IN 1983
HERE COME THE POLICE
IN 1984
48 Hours Tablature
(Strummer/ Jones) E F#m FRIDAY OR SATURDAY, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN E F#m SHORT SPACE OF TIME NEEDS A HEAVY SCENE C D MONDAY IS COMING LIKE A JAIL ON WHEELS G D 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 E THRILLS 48 THRILLS SO TELL ME AN’ I'LL TAKE THE TUBE YOU KNOW A GIRL, YEAH WELL SHE’S BOUND TO BE RUDE CAN’T GET NOTHING AT THE PLACES I'VE BEEN I’VE COMBED THIS TOWN FROM TOP TO BOTTOM I TRY TO GET AROUND BUT MY LEGS ARE BROKEN EVERY TIME I MISS IT 'COS I AIN'T GOT A TICKET G D E 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 THRILLS KICKING FOR KICKS
All the Young Punks Tablature
(Strummer/Jones)
(Intro)
B F#/B F# /F
B C F#
Do
B F#/B F# /F
Wah
B F#/Bb C# F#
Oh
B F#/Bb
Hanging about down the market street
F#
I spent a lot of time on my feet
B F#/Bb
When I saw some passing yabbos
B C# F#
We did chance to speak
I knew how to sing
y' know an
They knew how to pose
An' one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine
B E B
All the young punks
E
Laugh your life
B/Eb B/Eb C#m
Cos there ain't much to cry for
B E B
All the young cunts
F#
Live it now
C#m B
Cos there ain't much to die for
Everybody wants to bum
A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster
And we went out
Got our name in small print on the poster
Of course we got a manger
Though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get 'em out on yer
A
You gotta drag yourself to work
Drag yourself to sleep
A
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week
Guitar Solo
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E---p7--4-----2--------2--2--------4--4-----2---------------------------
B----------------------4--4--------6--6-----2---------------------------
G----------------------4--4--------6--6-----3---------------------------
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Face front you got the future shining
Like a piece of gold
But I swear as we get closer
It look more like a lump of coal
But it's better than some factory
Now that's no place to waste your youth
I worked there for a week once
I luckily got the boot
Are You Red..y Tablature
Intro
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Opening chords
B--/ F#--/B--/E-D-A(alt.C#)
B--/ F#--/B--/A-G#-G
2nd guitar riff (over B/F#/B)
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d 9--9--9-9---9----|-11--11--11-11--11-|--9--9--9-9---9----|
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e -7--------7-------|--------------------|---7--------7------|
B--/ F#--/B--/ E--B E--B E--B
Enter --- Are you ready for war---war-----war
Repeat opening sequence throughout verses
B F#
High above the sattelites/Fill the Earth with colder nights
B E D
A(alt. C#)
Europe switches off it's lights/Are you ready for War?
B F#
War will never be sentimental/War never go for the regimental
B A-G#-G
War is intercontinental/Are you ready?
((Here's the fun part)))
e -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-7-7--5-7--5-4-5-2-|
b -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-7-7--5-7--5-4-5-2-|
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e -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-12-12-12-10-10-9-9-|
b -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-12-12-12-10-10-9-9-|
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e -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-7-7--5-7--5-4-5-2-|
b -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-7-7--5-7--5-4-5-2-|
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e -7-7--5-7--5-7-9-5-|-5-5-5-4-4--3-3--|
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B F#
No use running in a mobile home/Everywhere is a target zone
B E D
A(alt. C#)
Berlin's ringing on the red brick phone/Are you ready for War?
B F#
War, will you deal in futuristics?/War is a project in logistics
B A-G#-G
War, all that will be ballistic/Are you ready?
Repeat fun part
E--B E--B E--B
Are you ready for war---war-----war
B F#
I ain't gonna lay down and die/Playing with the purple suicide
B E D
A(alt. C#)
Gonna fight those who burn the sky/Are you ready for War?
B F#
War, will you deal in futuristics?/War is a project in logistics
B A-G#-G
War, all that will be ballistic/Are you ready?
B F#
Vodka chilled in a Kremlin bar/Rye on the rocks in Omaha
B E D
A(alt. C#)
Raise my glass and smash it on the bar/Are you ready for War?
B F#
War, will you deal in futuristics?/War is a project in logistics
B A-G#-G
War, all that will be ballistic/Are you ready?
Incoming! Incoming! John Wayne! JW!
E--B E--B E--B
Are you ready for war---war-----war
Armagideon Time Tablature
chords
Bm F#m7
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Intro Riff
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Intro words:
Stay around don't play around
This old town and all
Seems like I got to travel on
Main Riff
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Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7
A lot of people won't get no supper tonight
Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7
A lot of people won't get no justice tonight
Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7
The battle is gettin hotter
Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7
In this iration, Armegideon time
A lot of people runnin and a hiding tonight
A lot of people won't get no justice tonight
Remember to kick it over
No one will guide you - Armegideon time
Ad lib vocals
Atom Tan Tablature
Atom Tan
A
Now the corporations stopped
G
Stopped pushing fast food
A
Been a multiple shooting
D C G A
Downtown at the bank
A
Reluctantly the panic
G A
Begins to catch fire
A
But it did not affect
A
The steady sale of junk
A
Oh, the state office looked
A G
It looked like Hollywood
A
With make-up bleeding
D C G A
All over the cracks
A
Whoa, he blew his lines
G A
Facing the cameras
A
He suffered the first
CHORUS
A
All live heart attack
G D7 A
Oh you've caught an even atom tan
Verse2
The motor-cyanide
Cyanide suicide
He finally found the
Brick wall in his life
Shining up his engine
He dressed right up for it
At the top of the speedo
He crumpled the bike
There's plenty people runnin',runnin' for cover-
Hoping at best to hold off all the rest
Once last stand at the bunker fire
Machine gun and pitchfork and breast
CHORUS
Verse3
But it isn't so easy
So easy for lovers
Chained in love
Stained at the top of the tower
The pink hearse is leaving
At funeral speed
Driving your heart
Away with the flowers
All night I waited
I waited for a horseman
His ever faithful
His Indian friend
I'm not the only one
Of the caped crusader fan club
Watching the sky
For mankind's friend
CHORUS
A7
Calamine
A7 (fading out)
Bankrobber Tablature
This is as close as my ear could get it. The problem
is there really isn't any straight guitar playing.
The intro lines are what I play along with the initial
humming. As always, corrections encouraged.
Guitar
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bass
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Guitar
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bass
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G C G
My Daddy was a bankrobber
G C G (is this G here right?)
But he never hurt nobody
G C G
He just loved to live that way
C D G
And he loved to steal your money
G C G
Some is rich, and some is poor
G C G (eh?)
That's the way the world is
G C G
But I don't believe in lying back
C D G
Sayin' how bad your luck is
So we came to jazz it up
We never loved a shovel
Break your back to earn your pay
An' don't forget to grovel
The old man spoke up in a bar
Said I never been in prison
A lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison
Imagine if all the boys in jail
Could get out now together
Whadda you think they'd want to say to us?
While we was being clever
Someday you'll meet your rocking chair
Cos that's where we're spinning
There's no point to wanna comb your hair
When it's grey and thinning
Run rabbit run
Strike out boys, for the hills
I can find that hole in the wall
And I know that they never will
Brand New Cadillac Tablature
Riff
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Drive
Drive
E
My baby drove up in a brand new cadillac
A E
My baby drove up in a brand new cadillac
B7 A
She said "Hey come here big Daddy"
NC E B7
I ain't ever commin back
E
baby baby won't you hear my plea
A E
C'mon just come on back to me
B7 A
She said balls to you Daddy
NC E B7
She ain't commin back to me
SOLO: Out of my league, or at least I don't feel like
taking a day to tab it out.
Maybe a good player can fill in the blanks ;^)
E
Baby drove up in a cadillac
A E
I said "Jesus Christ, where did you get that cadillac
B7 A
She said balls to you Daddy
NC E B7
She ain't never coming back
The Card Cheat Tablature
This is another song without too many changes. Once you learn the
first verse, you'll have the whole song. You got to be quick with
the C to Dm to C changes
Verse 1
C Dm C
There's a solitary man crying hold me
C Dm C
It's only because he's a lonely
C Dm C
if the keeper of time runs slowly
C Dm C
He won't be alive for Long!
F C
If He Only Had Time to tell of all of the things he planned
G
With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve?
F Em G G
It means nothing
Verse 2 (Same Chords)
To the opuim dens and the bar room gin
In the belmont chair playing violins
The gamble's face crack into a grin
As he lay's down the king of spades
But the dealer just stares, there's something wrong here he
thinks
The gambler is siezed and forced to his knees
and shot dead
Verse 3 (vocal lay out 4 lines)
1
2
3
4
He only wanted more time away from the darkest door
But his luck it gave in as the dawn light crept in
and he lay on the floor
Verse 4
Fromt the hundred year war to the crimea
With a lance and a musket and a roman spear
To all of the men who have stood with no fear
In the service of the king
Before you met your fate be sure you did no forsake
Your lover may no be around anymore
Verse 5 (Instrumental)
Repeat Verse 1 without last 3 lines (vocal)