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A SETTING SUN - Grand Archives
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Band: Grand Archives
Song: A Setting Sun
Album: The Grand Archives (2008)
Tabbed by: Pascual Rambert (Chasco-Mousse, Argentina)
Tuning: Standard
Intro:
F F Am Am (x2)
[Dm] [Dm] [Bb] [C] [(C)]
[F] [Am] [Dm] [Bb] [C]
e|-1--1/3-3/4-5-|-------------------|-5-5-----5--5/6-6/5-5-|-6-------------0/1-1/3-3-(/5)|
B|-1------------|-5-6-5---5/6-6/5-5-|-6---6----------------|-6-6--------5----------------|
G|-2------------|-5-----------------|-7-----7--------------|-6---6---6--5----------------|
D|-3------------|-7-----------------|-0--------------------|-8-----8----5----------------|
A|-3------------|-0-----------------|----------------------|-8----------3----------------|
E|-1------------|-------------------|----------------------|-----------------------------|
Verse 1:
[F] [F] [Am] [Am]
[Dm] [Dm] [Bb] [C]
We won't need twenty steps today,
the gallery it swims away
in Monday shoes.
It's awful tempting, might black,
the way the words run down your back,
beneath the gentle sway of paper lantern moons.
Chorus 1:
[G#] [Eb/G] [G#] [Eb/G] [G#] [Eb/G] [G#] [Eb/G] [Fm]
e|--8-8----8-11--8-8-8------------|--8-8----8-11--8-8-8------------|
B|------11-------------11-9-8-9---|------11-------------11-9-8-----|
G|--------------------------------|----------------------------10--|
D|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
G# Eb/G (x3)
[G#] [Eb/G-Fm]
Could you be quick or be,
could you be quick or be tired.
The tock, the tick of it,
atop the funeral pyre.
[Bbm] We're in the t[F]hick of it,
[Bbm] so bite the br[Fm]ick of it a[Eb]ll.[C]
Verse 2:
[F] [F] [Am] [Am]
[Dm] [Dm] [Bb] [C]
We gnaw through limbs to extricate ourselves,
from where we stand and where we fell,
when we don't know how
to sidsetep when tiny guns
have made their way through the best of us,
beneath the gentle sway of paper latern moons.
Chorus 2:
G# Eb/G (x3)
[G#] [Eb/G-Fm]
Could you be quick or be,
could you be quick or be tired.
The tock, the tick of it,
atop the funeral pyre.
[Bbm] We're in the t[F]hick of it,
[Bbm] so bite the br[Fm]ick of it a[Eb]ll.[Ebsus4]
Bridge:
[Cm] Your tithing teeth have never sung,
[Fm] a fitting tune for a setting sun.
[C7] I know your ghost is somewhere g[C#]ood.[Eb/Bb]
[Cm] We haven't seen and we'll never know,
[Fm] where summer sleeps and the springtime goes.
C7 C# C7 ...
We only hope it's somewhere good.
Outro:
[F] [F] [Am] [Am]
[Dm] [Dm] [Bb] [C]
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CHORDS:
[F]Am [133211]x02210
Dm xx0231
Bb x13331
C x32010
[G#] [466544]
[Eb/G] [365343]
[Fm]Bbm [133111]x13321
Eb x65343
Cm x35543
C7 x35353
C# x46664
Eb/Bb 66888x
