'Random'
Performed by 311
From the album "311" on Capricorn Records
Music by:  C. Sexton
Lyrics by:  N. Hexum & D. Martinez
(c) 1995 Allegiance Music/Hydroponic Music BMI
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Tabbed by: Michael Slusarz (slusarz@ucsu.colorado.edu)
Additions/Corrections by: Gregory Parr (gparr@tiger.lsuiss.ocs.lsu.edu)
                          Fred Lidskog (swede@email.unc.edu)
                          James (nard@primary.net)
The 311 Guitar Archive -- http://chromosome.colorado.edu/311archive/Home.html


Verse - A (w/Distortion):
=========================
   Ab5     D#5         N.C.
1:-----------------------------
2:-----------------------------
3:-----------------------------
4:---------8-8-8---------------
5:-6-6-6-6-6-6-6-6///----------
6:-4-4-4-4-------------1h2-1h2-

Verse - B (w/Distortion & Octaver):
===================================
   N.C.
1:------------------------
2:------------------------
3:------------------------
4:------------------------
5:-3------------3-3-4-6-4-
6:---4-3-1-3-3------------

Chorus (w/Heavy Distortion):
============================
   B5/F#  F5     F#
1:---------------2-x-2-x-2-x-2-x-2-2-2-2-
2:---------------2-x-2-x-2-x-2-x-2-2-2-2-
3:-4-4--4--------3-x-3-x-3-x-3-x-3-3-3-3-
4:-4-4--4-3-3--3-4---4---4---4---4-4-4-4-
5:-2-2--2-3-3--3-4---4---4---4---4-4-4-4-
6:-2-2--2-1-1--1-2---2---2---2---2-2-2-2-

Ending (w/Heavy Distortion):
============================
   F5 E5 F5 E5 F5 E5 F5    E5 F5 F#5
1:------------------------------------
2:------------------------------------
3:------------------------------------
4:-3--2--3--2--3--2--3--3--2--3--4--4-
5:-3--2--3--2--3--2--3--3--2--3--4--4-
6:-1--0--1--0--1--0--1--1--0--1--2--2-


Lyrics/Song Structure:
======================
---> Drum Intro
---> Play Verse - A over:
   Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy
   Go back rocket man into the sky you'll see
   Hear it all the time, come back rewind
   Aliens are watching up in the sky
   Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy
---> Play Verse - B over:
   Sound boy when you come round
   Sound boy won't you stay
   No one gonna harm you
   They all want you to play
---> Play Verse - A over:
   I watch the birds of prey that hunt the canyon below my house
   Looking for a meal like a lizard or a mouse
   I wonder if they appreciate the setting like me
   To control your own direction choose to be free
   And I reserve the right to be as trite as I want
   And you can lick but don't bite I toss you here to Vermont
   I kick it lickety split and hand it to the man in the tan van
   And as for you and your crew I don't hate you
---> Play Verse - B over:
   Peace is my priority 'cuz Marley said for sure-ity
   Just what do you think I'm doin' I'm not just here for screwin'
   Yo and if it's sore take care of it perhaps from too much stucking
   But anytime your aware of it then keep on fucking
---> Play Chorus over:
  __/You know we cool
    \Hey hey isn't that random?
  __/When we come bout people get ready
    \Hey hey isn't that random?
  __/Gonna freak do it national
    \Sound boy gonna rock you
  __/People rock steady
    \Hey hey isn't that random?
---> Play Verse - A over:
   To be the one who has it all is not that hard
   And I'll be that type of dude in a funky car
   I dream of a suit that will fit my rhyme
   When I recognize my girl from a former life
   I love it when the only sound that I hear is your infectious laughter
   I will hear you again in 800 years if I'm still lucky
---> Play Verse - B over:
   Go north on Outpost then take a left on Mullholland
   To me that's where I like it and Macapa Drive is callin'
   I get up to the sun and then I stretch out
   Beginning to look like summer and i'm down with no doubt swing
---> Play Chorus over:
   __/You know we cool
     \Hey hey isn't that random?
   __/When we come bout people get ready
     \Hey hey isn't that random?
   __/Gonna freak do it national
     \Sound boy gonna rock you
   __/People rock steady
     \Hey hey isn't that random?
---> Play Ending over:
   I break a silly peace for offering
   Rap weasel then I'm boffering
   I'd give you an exclusive on my playlist
   The thought and styles I kick are from a random hat pick
   That's why most radio will never play this tell 'em again
   Me a rude boy from Omaha, Nebraska
   Sick as a porno flick yet gold as precious laughter
   Many don't agree but we can't care about that
   'Cuz we're never gonna wear the old hat
   Spoken
---> End with two F5's (133xxx)


== Last Updated:  December 1, 1997 ==