----------------------------------------------------------------------------- FELIX & ADELITA - Franz Nicolay (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5ITOd9hybw) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- http://www.franznicolay.com/ Tabbed by:mmmmetalcore Email:[email protected] Tuning:E A D G B E F She called him Felix Am Which meant 'lucky' to her Dm C He was a middle-distance runner Bb Am She didn't take him seriously Bb C But shifted in her seat when he walked by F He thought her plain Am Dm But sensual in some way C Bb Am She licked the corner of her mouth thoughtfully Bb C Wore her skirts above the knee F Am Dm He told her a story about a pair of green and gold yarn gloves C That he'd been given Bb It was a sting of recognition Am Bb She realized he'd given those gloves to her C F Am When he left it had the feel of a little tradition Bb Lash solitude to the wind But when you leave again F Am Leave something of you with them Bb Tie your fishing lines to the fence posts F Am And do your best to reel them in Bb The candle flickers Dm C You measure morals by unsturdy things Bb C Tear leaves off of the sycamore Dm Pin down the butterfly's wings F Am "I never knew it got this cold in August Dm Here in Tuscon" C "Only in the evening Bb There's nothing here to hold the heat Am The sun goes down Bb C It floats off and is lost F Anyway, you've got a jacket Am Dm Tell me where you got that necklace" C He looked across the parking lot Bb At the path under the highway Am Bb At the mouth of it a man slung bags of cans across his back C He coughed, and he turned back to the table F Am Dm She told him a story of a hand embroidered pillow C She'd been given Bb It was with a sting of recognition Am Bb He realized she'd given him that pillow C F When she left it had the feel of a little tradition So lash solitude to the wind But when you leave again Leave something of you with the Tie your fishing lines to fence posts And do your best to reel them in The candle flickers You measure morals by unsturdy things Tear leaves off of the sycamore And pin down the butterfly's wings
