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/ Rufus Wainwright / I think this song is a sarcastic comment to the
/ California / synthetic life in California. It is a harsh criticism
/ Poses / of the materialism and the twisted entertainment
/___________________/ industry existing there.
Chords:
e:---0----0----2----2----2----2----0----2----0----:
B:---2----0----5----4----2----2----3----3----1----:
G:---2----1----2----2----3----2----1----2----2----:
D:---2----2----2----4----4----4----0----4----2----:
A:---0----2----4----2----4----4----2----2----0----:
E:--------0----2---------2----2----0--------------:
Intro:
| A E | A E | A E | A E |
Verse:
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Chorus:
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| A E | A E | A E | B7 |
Verse
Chorus (end on E7 instead of B7)
Bridge:
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Guitar solo: (Verse)
Also check out my guitar pro tab of the solo:
|------7-------7---|------7-----7-----|--------7-----7---|-11-12-9------------|
|-10-----9---------|-10-----9-------9-|---10-----9-------|---------12---10-9\-|
|----9-------9---9-|----9-----9---9---|------9-----9-----|--------------------|
|------------------|------------------|------------------|--------------------|
|------------------|------------------|------------------|--------------------|
|------------------|------------------|------------------|--------------------|
|--------7-----7---|------7-----7-----|--------7-----7---|-12-11-9-------------|
|---10-----9-------|-10-----9-------9-|---10-----9-------|---------12--10-9----|
|------9-----9---9-|----9-----9---9---|------9-----9-----|------------------11-|
|------------------|------------------|------------------|---------------------|
|------------------|------------------|------------------|---------------------|
|------------------|------------------|------------------|---------------------|
Breakdown-Chorus:
| F# | F#m | F# | F#m | choir-break |
Bridge (cut the first F#m and the last B7 at the end)
Outro:
||: | | | :|| 3x
| A E | A E |, and then in freetime:
(Am)
|-0-----:-0-----:-2-----:-----2---:------------------------4---:
|-0-----:-0-----:-0-----:----4----:--1---------------------5---:
|-2-----:-1-----:-2-----:---2-----:------------------------4---:
|-2-----:-2-----:-2-----:--4------:------------0---2---4---6---:
|-0-----:-2-----:-0-----:-2-------:-0---2--3-------------------:
|-------:-0-----:-2-----:---------:----------------------------:
California, California
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
Big time rollers, part time models
So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead
I don't know this sea of neon
Thousands suffer, whiffs of freon
And big nights back east with Rhoda
California, please
There's a moment I've been saving
A kind of crucifix around this munchkin land
Up north freezing, little me drooling
That's entertainment's on at eight
Come on Ginger slam
I don't know this sea of neon
Thousands suffer, whiffs of freon
And my new grandma Bea Arthur
Come on ever
Ain't it a shame that at the top
Peanut butter and jam they served you
Ain't it a shame that at the top
Still those soft skin boys can bruise you
Yeah, I fell for a streaker, oh no
I don't know this sea of neon
Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
Ain't it a shame
That all the world can't enjoy your mad traditions
Ain't it a shame
That all the world don't got keys to their own ignitions
Life is the longest death in California
California
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead
Jon Sebastian Frederiksen - 2st /May /09
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