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Red Hot Chili Peppers - Death Of A Martian chords
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Death Of A Martian chords by Red Hot Chili Peppers tabbed by thehisham This is an alternate easier version of playing death of a martian. Transposed from key of Cm. Capo: 3rd Fret Verse: Am Bear paws and rascal power G Watching us in your garage Am Big girl you ate the neighbor C G The nova is over Am Am7 Wake up and play G Balleradio Am Make room for Clara's bare feet C G The lover a Martian Pre Chorus: E E7 Tick tock and waiting for the meteor E This clock is opening another door Chorus: Am Lots of love just keep it comin' G Making something out of nothin' F E These are the best that I Am I don't know how to say G Losin' what I love today F E These are the best that I Am Lots of love just keep it comin' G Making something out of nothin' F E These are the best that I Am I don't know what to say G Look at what I lost today F E And these are the things that I Second Verse: Am Blood flowers in the kitchen G Signing off and winding down Am This Martian ends her mission C G The nova is over Am Am7 She caught the ball G By the mission bell Am Chase lizards bark at donkeys C G The lover a Martian Pre Chorus: E Let's bow our heads And let the trumpets blow Our girl is gone God bless her little soul Chorus: [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/r/red-hot-chili-peppers/384553.html ] Am Lots of love just keep it comin' G Making something out of nothin' F E These are the best that I Am I don't know how to say G Losin' what I love today F E These are the best that I Am Lots of love just keep it comin' G Making something out of nothin' F E These are the best that I Am I don't know what to say G Look at what I lost today F E And these are the things that I Bridge: [Repeat chords: Am, G, F, E] She's got a sword in case Though this is not her lord in case The one who can't afford to face her image is restored to grace. Disappeared, No trace. Musky tears. Suitcase. The down turn brave little burncub Bearcareless turnip snare rampages Pitch color pages... Down and out but not in Vegas, Disembarks and disengages. No loft. Sweet pink canary cages plummet Pop dewskin fortitude for the sniffing black noses That snort and allude to dangling trinkets That mimic the dirt cough go drink its. It's for you. Blue battered naval town slip kisses Delivered by duck muscles and bottle-nosed grifters Arrive in time to catch the late show. It's a beehive barrel race. A shehive stare and chase wasted feature Who tried and failed to reach her. Embossed beneath a box in the closet That's lost. The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries. Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters Into new morning milk blanket. Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch Bunny whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay. Get your broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles...away... It's pretty basic, but let me know if you have any questions. Cheers.  |