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BLACK OUT - Pavement
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Tabbed by: theleadguitar95
READ THIS!
Alright, here's the deal, anything that might be unclear in this tab is explained here.
-All of the tab right below this paragraph applies to the verses. That's the way you're
wanna pick it and those are the notes in the chords. I only tabbed out one measure of
I figured you could figure out how many times you needed to play it in the verses,
like the Fm or Fadd9.
-During the choruses, just strum the C, Bb, and Fadd9, no special picking.The Fadd9 is
like this: xx3213 - as you might expect from the picking pattern.
-That little Gm at the beginning of each verse is just a plain old bar chord Gm,
twice.
-When the song goes "no one has a clue" strum a crescendo type thing with the Fadd9
of picking it.
That's all. Enjoy.
F*
e|-----0-------0---0-------0-------------------------------------------------|
B|-------1-------1---1-------1-----------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------3-----------3-------3~~-------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-1---------1-----------1---------------------------------------------------|
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|------1---3-1--------------------------------------------------------------|
G|----2---2-----2------------------------------------------------------------|
D|--3----- ------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|------1---3-1--------------------------------------------------------------|
G|----1---1-----1------------------------------------------------------------|
D|--3------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|----------5----------------------------------------------------------------|
G|------5-----5--------------------------------------------------------------|
D|----5---5-----5------------------------------------------------------------|
A|--3------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-----------5---------------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------5-----5-------------------------------------------------------------|
D|-----4---4-----4-----------------------------------------------------------|
A|---5-----------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
e|----------3----------------------------------------------------------------|
B|------1-----1--------------------------------------------------------------|
G|----2---2-----2------------------------------------------------------------|
D|--3------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
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sunday driving past your own hall of fame
it's closed on weekdays, shut for good
pick out no one when you're talkin'
felt like rattlesnakes were walkin'
no one has a clue
the parting shots, the thin caught
fault line dancing across the frigid air shafts
a spastic grass, a criminal's child
count to ten and read
until the lights begin to bleed
lights; till you actually a-see the rays
and your thoughts they start turning
tells you lessons that you're learning
no one has a clue
the gauzy thoughts of those dirty scots
wrestling with the elements up on the trail high
i need to know
where does it go? how do i get there? what will i find?
fun fun fun, fun for the summertime blues
it's gonna set you free