Tabbed by Gregory Fox ([email protected]) on 27/07/10 Tuning: DADF#BE, half step down Order: Verse 1, Chorus, Verse 2, Chorus, Bridge, Chorus Verse eb|---(0)----(0)--(0)-------------(0)-(0)-(0)-------------------------------| Bb|---(0)----(0)--(0)-------------(0)-(0)-(0)-------------------------------| F|---(0)-----x---(0)--------------x--(0)-(0)-------------------------------| Db|----7------4----2---------------4--/7--/2--------------------------------| Ab|----7------4----2---------------4--/7--/2--------------------------------| Db|----7------4----2---------------4--/7--/2--------------------------------| (Verse 1) The boulevard is bustling There is a noise inside of me A vast and wrinkled muslin That bustles asymmetrically Is all over my eyes Oh how have I to balance and I know I don't belong Those sounds into a song (Verse 2) The city's an analogy The chaos hangs of symmetry For things building inside of me and all her words of poetry This chaos and this discourse and that's the kind of city Still we move along which I want to belong Chorus eb|---0--0--0--0-----(0)-(0)-(0)--------------------------------------------| Bb|---2--2--2--2-----(0)-(0)-(0)--------------------------------------------| F|---3--2--0--3------x--(0)-(0)----x---x---x-------------------------------| Db|---2--2--2--2------4---7---2-----4--/7--/2-------------------------------| Ab|-------------------4---7---2-----4--/7--/2-------------------------------| Db|-------------------4---7---2-----4--/7--/2-------------------------------| (Chorus) It's time to let your hair down and give yourself permission it takes courage and control but you start by letting go Bridge eb|--------(0)---(0)-----------------------------------| Bb|--------(0)---(0)-----------------------------------| F|---------x----(0)-----------------------------------| Db|--------/4----/2------------------------------------| Ab|--------/4----/2------------------------------------| Db|--------/4----/2------------------------------------| (interchange) (Bridge) All I think, I feel, I see All that this place is not me I want to be alone, but be wild and free Oh he who asks receives
