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Date: Fri, 16 Jan 1998 23:04:56 -0500 (EST)
From: wbknox@unity.ncsu.edu
Subject: CRD: #12.crd by Telegraph
Song: #12
Band: Telegraph
Album: 10 Songs and More (1997)
Written by Telegraph
Transcribed by Luke Knox (lukeknox@iname.com) e-mail me!!
I know this great song has a name, but I don't know what it is, since
it's one of the hidden tracks off of this great album. Enjoy: "Here's a
nice piece of shit"
(* The whole song is played with fast ska upstrokes)
[Intro]: (play this 2x)
Cm G# G Cm G# Bb
E--3---4---3-----3---4---6----|
B--4---4---3-----4---4---6----|
G--5---5---4-----5---5---7----|
D--5---6---5-----5---6---8----|
A-----------------------------|
E-----------------------------|
[Verse] is the same progression, played 4x.
[Chorus]: (Play this 2x)
[ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/t/telegraph/19110.html ]
Dm Bb A Dm Bb C
E--5---6---5-----5---6----8----|
B--6---6---5-----6---6----9----|
G--7---7---6-----7---7---10----|
D--7---8---7-----7---8---10----|
A------------------------------|
E------------------------------|
Then repeat verse and chorus chords.
Next is breakdown, a bass and horn jam with no guitar.
Then play verse chords again, and that's it!
Lyrics:(*these are my own interpretation)
I've got myself stuck in a groove and there's just no escape. Life's just
one long loop tape. Out on the road trying to reach the show, I meet
every fuck alive. Some bastard taught them all to drive, why?
Same thing every day, I've got to get away, yeah. Sleep so I can dream,
things aren't what they seem.
Every time I meet a girl that could be it looks so fake. She's just an
over-developed fifteen. And when the right one comes along, I'm sure I've
found the end, she introduces her boyfriend.
(Chorus)
Getting known means just one thing, I'm either off to work or hell. If
there's a difference I can never tell. I get my check it's already spent,
I owe it every way. Seems life is all work and then pay. Right!
(Chorus)
(Breakdown)
(Verse) It's almost time I ? you that things they won't go wrong. I
probably oughta forget. . .the. . . words? Well jobs suck! people suck!
cars suck! you suck! More than I can tell. When I'm asleep you all can go
to hell!
That's it. I hope you like my version, and I also hope you'll e-mail me
and let me know if you have any requests, comments, questions, or
anything else. If you're a Telegraph fan, we've gotta talk!
Luke
