Capo IV
G: 320000
C: 032010 or 332010
F#?: 200230
Em: 022000
Intro: Play G chord, but hammer on the 3 from an open E. Listen to recording. He
also hammers and pull offs a 1 on the B string
G Walk-up C
Silence is golden some may say, some may say
C G F#?
I say silence is an aimless time to kill
Its a [Em]restless feeling p[F#]ounding on my br[C]ain both night and day
and these old [G]wheels of mine spin l[F#]ouder as it buil[G]ds
Repeat for rest of song
Yes the sky would surely fall if my dear eardrum did fail
to beat a single time, in time or out
Some may make it out alright and some may have never known
but these old wheels spin far too loud, far too loud
For I love to hear a chorus from the morning bird choir
and the sounds of coffee boiling on the pot
How I love to hear I love you in a dry morning tone
And just assume that if I can?t these wheels would stop
Yes happy is the day I lay my poor head down
with neither trial nor trouble to compete
with the chirp of summer crickets nor a tree frog?s croak
And these old wheels slow down enough so that I may sleep
Solo is just the chord progression again
Silence is golden some may say, some may say
I say silence is an aimless time to kill
It?s a restless feeling pounding on my brain both night and day
and these old wheels of mine spin louder as it builds
G: 320000
C: 032010 or 332010
F#?: 200230
Em: 022000
Intro: Play G chord, but hammer on the 3 from an open E. Listen to recording. He
also hammers and pull offs a 1 on the B string
G Walk-up C
Silence is golden some may say, some may say
C G F#?
I say silence is an aimless time to kill
Its a [Em]restless feeling p[F#]ounding on my br[C]ain both night and day
and these old [G]wheels of mine spin l[F#]ouder as it buil[G]ds
Repeat for rest of song
Yes the sky would surely fall if my dear eardrum did fail
to beat a single time, in time or out
Some may make it out alright and some may have never known
but these old wheels spin far too loud, far too loud
For I love to hear a chorus from the morning bird choir
and the sounds of coffee boiling on the pot
How I love to hear I love you in a dry morning tone
And just assume that if I can?t these wheels would stop
Yes happy is the day I lay my poor head down
with neither trial nor trouble to compete
with the chirp of summer crickets nor a tree frog?s croak
And these old wheels slow down enough so that I may sleep
Solo is just the chord progression again
Silence is golden some may say, some may say
I say silence is an aimless time to kill
It?s a restless feeling pounding on my brain both night and day
and these old wheels of mine spin louder as it builds
