#----------------------------------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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# From: Ben Cas [[email protected]] Sent: Monday, December 22, 1997 6:58 PM Song: Lift Artist: Brad Source: From the album "Interiors" --------------------------------------------------------------- I don't know about any effects used but here's the idea... Intro: B G B G F# E G A B At the last B, the verse riff starts: 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + |-----------------------------------------------------------| |-----------------------------------------------------------| |----------1----2----1--------------------------------------| |-----4-------------------2---------5---------5----5--------| |2----------------------------------------------------------| |-----------------------------------------------------------| You can play a B and D over this riff. Chorus: B G B G F# E G A B Bridge/Instrumental: >From the chorus, the last B is now an A and the riff is: 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + |-----------------------------------------------------------| |-----------------------------------------------------------| |-----------------------------------------------------------| |-----2----4----5----4--------------------------------------| |0------------------------5---------3---------3----3--------| |-----------------------------------------------------------| Here an A and C can be played over the top. There you go. Transcribed by me. Ben Cas [email protected] Lyrics: Hey kids, get your gear This is your vacation Climb aboard this yellow bus To your destination Hey lift man, lift me up! It's an occupation And I wanna have a good time At Alpintol, the skiings all at night With alcohol, your dreams are all in white Like Idaho The wintertime you felt was yours to live You felt was yours to live The one good time you felt was yours to to live Silver streaks mark our tracks A million miles on empty Brown baggin from our packs Can I get some gin please Double Diamond is way too rough It's an outside regulation 'Cause I wanna have a good time At Alpintol, the skiings all at night With alcohol, your dreams are all in white Like Idaho The wintertime you felt was yours to live You felt was yours to live The one good time you felt was yours to to live
