#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Guelah Papyrus FROM: BRAD MELBARDIS, [email protected] 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'
