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The Tain Part IV Tab
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Artist: The Decemberists Album: The Tain Song: The Tain Part IV Tabbed by: me, "ahippoproject", and selanator from decemberists.com/orate Starts around 10:12: Keys transcribed for guitar |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| |--------6-------6---------------6---------------|---------6-------6---------------6--------------| |--------7-------7---------------7---------------|---------7-------7---------------7--------------| |9-----------------------8-----------------------|9-----------------------8-----------------------| |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| |--------6-------6-------6---7---6---------------|--------6-------6---------------6---------------| |--------7-------7---------------------7---------|--------7-------7---------------7---------------| |9-----------------------8-----------------------|9-----------------------8-----------------------| |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| ||------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| ||------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| ||--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------|--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------| ||--------7-------7---------------7-------7-------|--------7-------7---------------7-------7-------| ||9-----------------------8-----------------------|7-----------------------6-----------------------| ||------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| oh the wind is blowing, it hurts your skin as you your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine your |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------|| |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------|| |--------7-------7---------------7-------7-------|--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------:| |--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------|--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------:| |5-----------------------8-----------------------|4-----------------------4-----------------------|| |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------|| climb up hillside, forest and fen. memories wrapped within paper and twine. ||------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| ||------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| ||--------4-------4---------------4-------4-------|--------4-------4---------------4-------4-------| ||--------4-------4---------------4-------4-------|--------4-------4---------------4-------4-------| ||------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| ||6-----------------------5-----------------------|4-----------------------3-----------------------| the room that you lie in is dusty and hard of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk 1. 2. |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------|------------------------------|| |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------|------------------------------|| |--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------|--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------|--------6-------6-------------:| |--------7-------7---------------7-------7-------|--------7-------7---------------7-------7-------|--------6-------6-------------:| |9-----------------------8-----------------------|7-----------------------6-----------------------|4-----------------------4-----|| |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------|------------------------------|| sleeping soft babies on piles of yards your dry hung - ry mouths cry for your mother's milk. |---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| |---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| |-----2---2-------2--------6---6-------6---------1---1-------1--------6---6---6---------| |---4---4---4---4--------7---7---7---7---------3---3---3---3----7---7---7---7-----------|(x2) |-5-----------5--------9-----------9---------4-----------4--------9-------------9-------| |---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| |----------------------------------------------------------------------| |----------------------------------------------------------------------| |-----4---4-------4--------8---8--------8--------3---3-------3--4------| |---6---6---6---6--------9---9---9----9--------5---5---5---5------6----| (x2) |-7-----------7-------11-----------11--------6-----------6-------------| |----------------------------------------------------------------------| ||---------------------------10-11-12-13-14-13-12-11-10----------------------------| ||---------------11-12-13-14-----------------------------14-13-12-11---------------| ||O--11-12-13-14-----------------------------------------------------14-13-12-11---| ||O--------------------------------------------------------------------------------| ||---------------------------------------------------------------------------------| ||---------------------------------------------------------------------------------| 1. 2. -9-10-9-8-9-10-9-7-------------------|----9-10-9-8-9-10-9-7-------------|| -------------------10-9-7-9-7-6-7----|----------------------10-9-7---7--|| ----------------------------------6--|-----------------------------6----|| -------------------------------------|----------------------------------|| -------------------------------------|----------------------------------|| -------------------------------------|----------------------------------|| ||------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| ||------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| ||--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------|--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------| ||--------7-------7---------------7-------7-------|--------7-------7---------------7-------7-------| ||9-----------------------8-----------------------|7-----------------------6-----------------------| ||------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| when the dawn comes to greet you, you'll rise with clothes on of cattle and maidens and withered old queens. |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------|| |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------|| |--------7-------7---------------7-------7-------|--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------:| |--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------|--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------:| |5-----------------------8-----------------------|4-----------------------4-----------------------|| |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------|| and advance with the others, singing old songs mu - sic carry you on. ||------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| ||------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| ||--------4-------4---------------4-------4-------|--------4-------4---------------4-------4-------| ||--------4-------4---------------4-------4-------|--------4-------4---------------4-------4-------| ||------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------| ||6-----------------------5-----------------------|4-----------------------3-----------------------| the room that you lie in is dusty and hard of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk 1. 2. |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------|---------------------------------|| |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------|---------------------------------|| |--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------|--------6-------6---------------6-------6-------|--------6-------6----------------:| |--------7-------7---------------7-------7-------|--------7-------7---------------7-------7-------|--------6-------6----------------:| |9-----------------------8-----------------------|7-----------------------6-----------------------|4-----------------------4--------|| |------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------------|---------------------------------|| sleeping soft babies on piles of yards your dry hung - ry mouths cry for your mother's milk.
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