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Elegy for Elsaber
by The Weakerthans
From: Left & Leaving
Written by: John K. Sameson
Tabed by: Tom Dusome
This is really how I play this song Solo,
So add all you need for solos for guitar two and such...
For Intro Interelueds and solos use the Verse Timeing For All.
Intro:
E A Bm
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E
So the fields are stubble, the garden is done where
A Bm
the scary scarecrow stands and sees her holding up horizons with her hands.
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E A
She's so tired of reading Daddy's lips - -that essay
Bm
on a frown. Watch her memories of human voices drown.
Chorus:
E A
C#/A Bm E A
Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom. Make
C#/A Bm E A
grasses' swish meet the cricket's ring.
C#/A Bm E A
Let every sound consecrate our whispering words that
E
Betta never heard.
Solo played over:
E A Bm
Verse:
E A
So The backlanes tie the city down; a mess of dirty
Bm
string. Winter dies the same way every spring.
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E A
As the sky tries on its uniform of turned off t.v.
Bm
grey, and the way we watched her watch us walks away,
Chorus:
E A
C#/A Bm E A
let every rain clatter down at groaning streets. Make
C#/A Bm E A
footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls.
C#/A Bm E A
Let every sound consecrate our whispering the words
that Betta never heard.
Whurlitzer and whirly-wind and guitar Solos played over:
E A Bm
Chorus:
A
C#/A Bm E A
Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors to
C#/A Bm E A
rooms that too much has happened in.
C#/A Bm E A
Let every sound consecrate our whispering the words
that Betta never heard.
end on E
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