Tablature saint of circumstance - Dead

          



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  From: ken@codon.nih.gov (Ken Weeks)

  Subject: Re: REQ: St. of Circumstance by the Dead

  

  I have these chords in an old file donated by a kind anonymous net.friend -

  can't take the credit or the blame. Haven't tried playing it myself. 

  Proceed at your own risk! (-;

  

  BOBBEEEEEEEE! BRING BACK SAILOR/SAINT!!!!! (-*

  

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  Saint of Circumstance  [Weir/Barlow]

  

          [Intro: A G D E ]

  

          (E)          A       C#m       G             Bm E

          This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line.

                          A        C#m             G       Bm E

          You must be the angel, I thought I might never find.

                             A      G                         F#m  Bm

          Was it you I heard singing, Oh while I was chasin' dreams.

                        F#m Bm                          F#m   Bm

          Driven by the wind, like the dust that blows around,

                                   A G D       E          A G D

          And the rain fallin' down,     but I never know.

          E         A             C#m              G       Bm   E

          Got to be heaven, cause here's where the rainbow ends.

                            A                     C#m      G         Bm   E

          If this ain't the real thing, then it's close enough to pretend.

                    A         G                            F#m Bm

          When that wind blows, when the night's about to fall.

                                    F#m Bm                         F#m  Bm

          You can hear the silence call,   it's a certain sort of sound,

                                     F (climb)

          Like the rain fallin' down.

  

          E                       D  A     B E                     D  A    B

          Holes in what's left of my reason, holes in the knees of my blues.

         E                   D   A        B              B

          Odds against me been increasin', but I'll pull through.

            E                 D A        B

          I never could read no road map,

                E                           D     A  B

          And I don't know what the weather might do.

                    E                    D       A        B

          Hear that witch wind whine and see the dog star shine,

                  D                          Bb               A

          I got a feeling there's no time to lose, no time to lose.

  

          AaddG F#m E  Bb  A AddG F#m E    | A G D E |4x

  

          I never know. I don't never know, know, know.

  

          E              A           C#m      G             Bm  E

          Well it's been heaven, but even the rainbows will end.

                 A                         C#m     G

          Now my sails are fillin' and the wind is willin'.

                     Bm            E

          And I'm as good as gone again.

                    A      G                        F#m   Bm

          I'm still walkin', so I'm sure that I can dance.

                                F#m   Bm                  F#m    Bm

          Just a Saint of Circumstance, just a tiger in a trance.

                                   Bb (climb)                 A G D E

          And the rain fallin' down, (rain fallin' down now).

  

          Well, I never know now. Just don't know. Just don't know.

          Listen, sure don't know what I going for, (just don't never know).

          But I'm gonna go for it for sure. (maybe goin' on a dream).

          F (climb)                                        A AddG F#m E A

          Maybe goin' on a feelin', maybe goin' on a feelin'

  

  

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  Ken Weeks    Damage Control,Instrumentation and Computing Section

  ken@codon.nih.gov                     BNP/NINDS/NIH/HHS/USA/EARTH

  

  "Listening for the secret, searching for the sound..."

  

   


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 Saint of circumstance, de Dead 

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