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Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground

  • Автор: White Stripes
  • Текст песни:
    Song: Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground
    Artist: The White Stripes
    Album: White Blood Cells
    
    Intro (fuzz distortion)
    Rhy. Fig. 1
    ---------------------------------------      ---
    --------------------------------------- 2x   ---
    --------------------------------------- then ---
    ---------------------------------------      ---
    -------------------------------------3-      ---
    -5--5--5-0--3--3--3-0-2--2-0-1--1-0--5-      -3-
    
    
    (light distortion)
    Rhy. Fig. 2                                       END
    -------------------------------------------------------
    -------------------------------------------------------
    --6-6---6-----4-4---4-----3---3-----2---2----6--6---0--
    --7-7---7-----5-5---5-----4---4-----3---3----7--7---0--
    --7-7---7-----5-5---5-----4---4-----3---3----7--7---0--
    --5-5---5-0---3-3---3-0---2---2-0---1---1-0--5--5------
    
    Rhy. Fig. 3
    ------------------------------------------------------------
    ------------------------------------------------------------
    --6-----7p6--------------------------5-------------0--------
    --7--7------7-----------0-5--------0------------0-----------
    --7-----------------0h5----------3------3--3s5-----------7--
    --5------------0h3------------3------------------------5----
    
                 END
    --------------
    --------------  twice
    -----6--------
    ---7------7---
    --------7-----
    --------------
    
    Rhy. Fig. 4                            END
    --------------------------------------------
    ------------------------5-5----7-7----------    2x, then
    -----6--------4---------5-5----7-7---6------
    -----7------5-5-5-------5-5----7-7---7------
    -----7----5-------5--3-------5-------7------
    --5-----3--------------------------5-----3--
    
    ---------------------------
    ---------------------------
    ---------------------6-----
    ---------------------7-----
    ---3-3----5--5-------7-----
    ---1-1----3--3----5-----3--
    
    
    Chorus
    Rhy. Fig. 5                   END
    -----------------------------------
    -------------------5-5--7-7--------
    ---6--6----4--4----5-5--7-7--6-----
    ---7--7----5--5----5-5--7-7--7-----
    ---7--7----5--5----3-3--5-5--7-----
    ---5--5----3--3--------------5--3--
    
    
    
    Rhy. Fig. 6
    -----------------------------
    -----------------------------
    --6--------------------------
    --7--------------------------
    --7--------------------------
    --5-------3---2---1---5---3--
    
    
    Interlude
    ------------------------------------------------------------
    ---7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-------------------------7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7--
    ---7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-------------------------7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7--
    ---7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7--7-7-7-7-------7-7-7-7--7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7--
    ---5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5--7-7-7-7-------7-7-7-7--5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5--
    --------------------5-5-5-5--3----5-5-5-5-------------------
    
    ---------------------------
    ---------------------------
    ---------------------------
    ---------3-3-3-3--5-5-5-5--
    ---------3-3-3-3--5-5-5-5--
    ----0----1-1-1-1--3-3-3-3--
    
    
    
    ...and that’s it.
         sorry I don’t have a song structure for you, but i don’t feel like doing it right 
    now...it’s easy enough to figure out.  to get the best sound, use a single-coil in the 
    middle position
    
    
    I do, however, have the lyrics
    
    dead leaves and the dirty ground
    when i know you’re not around
    shiny tops and soda pops
    when i hear your lips make a sound
    
    thirty notes in the mailbox
    will tell you that i’m coming home
    and i think i’m gonna stick around
    for a while so you’re not alone
    
    if you can hear a piano fall
    you can hear me coming down the hall
    if i could just her your pretty voice
    i don’t think i need to see at all
    
    soft hair and a velvet tongue
    i want to give you what you give to me
    and every breath that is in your lungs
    is a tiny little gift to me
    
    i didn’t feel so bad till the sun went down
    then i come home
    no one to wrap my arms around
    
    well any man with a microphone
    can tell you what he loves the most
    and you know why you love at all
    if your thinking of the holy ghost
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