Grant Lee Buffalo
Storm Hymnal - Gems From The Vault Of Grant Lee Buffalo - 2001
Disk I: Takes
CHORDS
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Vladimir Roman
Tune guitar down half a step to play along: Eb Bb Gb Db Ab Eb.
2. THE SHINING HOUR
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Comments:
1. Piano chords:
Bass Chords
Dsus2 D d - e - a
2. Guitar chords:
Dsus2
[0]
[3]
[2]
[0]
[0]
[x]
3. The final chord is hard to define. My suggestion is to play A5 or
Am instead. It's logical at least.
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Intro:
Figure 1: x2 (is played through all Verses and Solos)
Am C Bm Dm
b[-----------------1-----1--------------------------]
g[-----2-----2-----0-----0-----4----4---------------]
d[-----2-----2-----2-----2-----4----4---0--2--0-----]
a[--0-----0-----3-----3------2----2--------------3--]
Verse 1:
Am C Bm Dm
Are we still on the phone
Am C Bm Dm
With the lady Anna Clarke and her trumpet solo
Am C Bm Dm
Whose ghost sings for pay
Am C Bm Dm
In the blue billiard room of the Monterey
Am C Bm Dm
For room and for board
Am C Bm Dm
And the backdoor key is a 19th century civil war sword
Am C Bm Dm
Once owned by John Booth
Am C Bm Dm Am (this Am starts the Chorus)
Who misplaced his script when he caught his leather boot
Chorus:
C F Dm
This could be the shining hour
Am C F Dm
Based on all those mad beliefs
Am C F Dm
In the money oil and angel powder
Am C F Dsus2
In the new age magazine
Solo: (piano)
Am C Bm Dm x2
Verse 2:
Am C Bm Dm
There's a hole in the wall
Am C Bm Dm Am
Behind the photograph of Al Capone he's a sittin' down at city hall
C Bm Dm
The police they peek thru here
Am C Bm Dm
And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror
Am C Bm Dm
But it's all in good spirits
Am C Bm Dm Am (this Am start the Chorus)
And if you close your eyes ya can't help help but to hear 'em move
Chorus:
C F Dm
This could be the shining hour
Am C F Dm
Based on all those mad beliefs
Am C F Dm
In the money oil and angel powder
Am C F Dsus2
In the new age magazine
Solo: (guitar)
Am C Bm Dm x2
Verse 3:
Am C Bm Dm
I propose a toast
Am C Bm Dm Am
To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold
C Bm Dm
Into the sun
Am C Bm Dm
He collapsed last summer from the heat stroke somewhere in the East Village oh
Am C Bm Dm
It kills me to think
Am C Bm Dm Am
That I'm no longer living just looking for excuses to drink
C Bm Dm
So lift up your glass
Am C Bm Dm
And you Ouija board 'cause I'm fading fading fading fast
Chorus:
Am C F Dm
This could be the shining hour
Am C F Dm
Based on all those mad beliefs
Am C F Dm
In the money oil and angel powder
Am C F Dsus2 A5
In the new age magazine (
geocities.com/homespun_archive)