#----------------------------------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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Song: Panic in Detroit Artist: David Bowie intro: Bm G A \\\ \\ \\\ \\ (just to give an idea of the accents) riff 1 - played under the D below final chord going into the E rhythm E ------------------7-----| B ------------------5-----| G -7-5-4------------5-----| D -------7-5-4---4--5-----| A -------------7----7-----| E chords maintain same rhythm as before D (5th pos.) w/riff 1 E (7th pos.) chord only He looked a lot like Che Guevara. Drove a diesel van. D (5th pos.) w/riff 1 E (7th pos.) chord only Kept his gun in quiet seclusion. Such a humble man. G A G A The only survivor of the National People's Gang. D E D C D E D C D Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph E D C D D E D C E He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone. D w/riff 1 E Panic in Detroit. verse 2 (same as before) He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom. The police had warned of repercussions. They followed none too soon. A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive. chorus Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone. Panic in Detroit. D C Putting on some clothes I made my way to school B C G and I found my teacher crouching in his overalls. D C I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine B C D and jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights. riff 2 (/ = slide) E ------------------------| B ------------------------| G -5/7/5--7/9/7--8/9/8----| D ------------------------| A ------------------------| E ------------------------| back to intro rhythm Bm G A verse 3 Having scored a million dollars, made a run back home. Found him slumped across a table. A gun and me alone. I ran to the window. Looked for a plane or two. Panic in Detroit. He'd left me an autograph. "Let me collect dust." I wish someone would phone. Panic in Detroit. go out on intro rhythm, I prefer massive whammy and feedback abuse [email protected]
