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Guelah Papyrus
FROM: BRAD MELBARDIS, firefighter42000@hotmail.com
IN THE INTRO, TREY SOMETIMES DOES THIS LIVE:
SLIDE x4
e--10-----10-----12-----10-----9-----7------------------------------------|
B------------------------------------------7------------------------------|
G---7------7------9------7-----6-----4------------------------------------|
D------------------------------------------4------------------------------|
A-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
HERE ARE THE CHORDS FOR THE WHOLE SONG, EXCEPT THE INSTRUMENT BREAK OF COURSE.
THE CHORD FINGERINGS ARE:
Bm7 A E E9 F#7#9
E--7----x---x---7----9----|
B--7----10--9---7----10---|
G--7----9---9---7----9----|
D--7----7---9---6----8----|
A--9----x---x---7----9----|
E--7----x---x---x----x----|
Bm7 A E
Aboard a craft bereft of oar
D
I rowed upstream to find Lenore
Bm7 A
Abducted by a bandit or
E Bm7
A king from some forgotten war
Bm7 A E
And mindful of his larval craze
D
The rhinotropic micro-gaze
Bm7 A
Ignored it and to my amazement
E Bm7 F#7#9
Rode to Paris in twelve days
CHOURUS:
Bm7 A E
This is the work of the guelah papyrus
Bm7 A E
Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus
Bm7 A E
Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan
E9 F#7#9
Expanding exponentially like some recursive viruS
She take me on, I never fail
To ride on the redundant rail
'Cause when I know she's switched a track
There's always one to take me back
And through the bedroom door intrude
A fretful frown and spoil the mood
'Cause though I never really stand that tall
She tilt my frame, she watch me fall
CHOURUS AGAIN THEN INTO THE BREAK.
[GUELAH (THE FLY)]
So maybe I could be a fly
And feed arachnid as I die
And view the ritual from within
The silken tunnel that they spin
And through the bedroom door intrude
A fretful frown and spoil the mood
'Cause though I never really stand that tall
She tilt my frame, she watch me fall
HAPPY JAMMIN'