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From chimba@tc-instruct-hibbing.ins.tec.mn.us Mon May 12 14:02:24 1997
Date: Mon, 5 May 1997 10:57:22 +600
From: the cow shuttle
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Reply-To: chimba@ins.tec.mn.us
To: guitar@olga.net
Subject: allusion; better times ->please submit it
"better times"
words and music by a. fering
solo guitar, g. johnson
preformed by the band, allusion
intro: rhythm guitar only
ok, here's where you sing too, it's tough...
everyone else in the band comes in here too,
bass slide down.
do you rememberwhen we were friends
sittin around, not doin' anything.
[g]those days are gone [d]just a memory
[c]kind of wish that, you were here and
[g]we could talk again
now do the damn progression:
[g]do you remember[d]the times we had?
[c]i'd sell my soul[g]for just a minute that
[g]those times are gone[d]and far behind
[c]they're non-existant[g]but they're in my mind
now do the progression twice, and greg does his solo shit.
just improvise, if you can't make anything fit, you need lessons.
[g]we'll never be[d]like we were before
[c]but don't forget[g]you're welcome at my door
[g]there were better times[d]when the world was mine
[c]but nothing holds true[g]it's all a big decline
rhythm guitar again, and voice, light light percussion
1st verse, ending with a decreshendow mama.
(clap clap clap, cheering, panties on the stage)
you did good!
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