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On Shaking through,(murmer)
the line
MIm LA
yellow like a geisha gown
it is actually...
LAsus4
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MIm LA LAsus4 LA
yellow like a geisha gown
WE WALK
Original chords by: ?
Corrections by: Jonathan Blanks (joblanks@vt.edu)
[The song is tuned up 1/4 step]
{intro: F Fmaj7 Dm Dm F Fmaj7 Dm G}
{On the C to Am stuff, It sounds good to walk the bass note of the C
chord down to a B before playing Am}
DO LAm DO LAm DO LAm DO LAm
Up the stairs to the landing up the stairs into the hall
DO LAm DO LAm DO LAm MIm
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
FA FAmaj7 REm FA SOL
We walk through the wood we walk
DO LAm DO LAm DO LAm DO LAm
Up the stairs to the landing up the stairs into the hall
DO LAm DO LAm DO LAm MIm
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
FA FAmaj7 REm FA SOL
We walk through the woods we walk
Am F Bb C Am F Bb C Am F Bb C Am F Bb {slide here}
Take oasis take oasis take oasis take oasis
SIb-B-C LAm DO LAm DO LAm DO LAm
Up the stairs to the landing up the stairs into the hall
DO LAm DO LAm
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
We walk through the world we walk
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Into the hall
WEST OF THE FIELDS
MIm RE FA SOL FA SOL
Long gone, intuition to assume are gone when we try.
MIm RE FA SOL FA SOL
Dream of a living jungle in my way back home when we die.
MIm
West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields.
MIm SOL MIm SOL MIm SOL MIm SOL MIm
Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. West of the fields.
Dreams of Elysian, to assume are gone when we try
Tell now what is dreaming
When we try to listen with your eyes oversimplify
MIm FA REm SOL DO REm FA SOL
The animals, how strange. Try, try to stick it in.
MIm FA REm SOL DO REm FA SOL
The animals, how strange. Try, try to stick it in.
Dreams of Elysian, to assume are gone when we try
Tell now what is dreaming when we try.
Listen through your eyes when we die.
West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields.
Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. West of the fields.
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