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Date: Fri, 26 Dec 1997 02:28:31 +0100
From: Felix Oelmann
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To: guitar@olga.net
Subject: PRO: Nik Kershaw - 'The Riddle'
CRD: Nik Kershaw - The Riddle
Chords by Felix Oelmann
A great song from 1984!
[And not too difficult to play as well]
Note: In the 2nd chorus all chords are tuned one step up.
I don't know if my version is entirely correct, but it sounds
right to me..
Intro Chords:
[x1]
F#m /
E /
A /
B /
F#m /
E /
D /
[x1]
F#m /
E /
A /
B /
F#m /
E /
D /
A /
Bm /
A /
D /
E /
F#m /
Verse 1:
I've got two strong arms, blessings of Babylon
with time to carry on and try for sins and false alarms
So to America the brave
[
Bm]wise [
A]men [
D]save
Chorus:
Near a tree by a river is a hole in the ground,
where an old man of ?arran? goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night,
for a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But I'll never ever fight over you
Verse 2:
I've got plans for us, nights in the scullery
and days instead of me, I only know what to discuss,
oh, for anything but light
[
Bm]wise [
A]men [
D]fighting [
E]over [
F#m]you
It's not me you see,
seasons of gasoline and gold
[
Bm]wise [
A]men [
D]fold
Chorus:
Near a tree by a river is a hole in the ground,
where an old man of aron[?] goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night,
for a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But I'll never ever fight over you
Bridge:
I've got time to kill, sly looks in corridors without a
plan of yours,
A [
Esus4]blackbird [
E]sings on [
Am]Blue[
G]bird[
C]hill
thanks for the calling of the wild
[
Cm]wise [
Bb]men's [
Eb]child [
F]
[Middle Part with bagpipes etc.]
Chorus:
Near a tree by a river is a hole in the ground,
where an old man of ?arran? goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night,
for a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never ever fight...
Near a tree by a river is a hole in the ground,
where an old man of ?arran? goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night,
for a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never ever fight over you
No he'll never ever fight over you.
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