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Ahora qué – Sabina
Ahora que Joaquín Sabina 19 días y 500 noches
Acordes:
Em Am B C D G Am7/GD/F# E||--0----0----2----0----2----3----0----2----|--||B||--0----1----4----1----3----0----1----3----|--||G||--0----2----4----0----2----0----0----2----|--||D||--2----2----4----2----0----0----2----0----|--||A||--2----0----2----3---------2----0----0----|--||E||--0------------------------3----3----2----|--||
Em--Am-B....
Em Am B Em Am B Ahora que nos besamos tan despacio, ahora que aprendo bailes de salón, Em Am B C D G B Em-Am-Bahora que una pensión es un palacio, donde nunca falta espacio para más de un corazón....Em Am B Em Am B Ahora que las floristas me saludan, ahora que me doctoro en lencería, Em Am B C D G B Em-Am-Bahora que te desnudo y me desnudas, y, en la estación de las dudas muere un tren de cercanías...
G D Am F#m BAhora que nos quedamos en la cama lunes, martes y fiestas de guardar, Em Am-B Em Am B Em Am B C D..ahora que no me acuerdo del pijama, ni recorto el crucigrama, ni me mato si te vas.G C G CAhora que tengo un alma que no tenía. Ahora que suenan palmas por alegrías. Am Am7/G D/F# G C DAhora que nada es sagrado ni, sobre mojado llueve todavía.G C G CAhora que hacemos olas por incordiar. Ahora que está tan sola la soledad. Am Am7/G D/F# G C BAhora que todos los cuentos parecen el cuento de nunca empezar.
[ Em--Am-B ] x4
Em Am B Em Am B Ahora que ponnos otra y qué se debe, ahora que el mundo está recién pintado, Em Am B C D G B Em-Am-B
ahora que las tormentas son tan breves y los duelos no se atreven a dolernos demasiado...Em Am B Em Am B Ahora que está tan lejos el olvido, ahora que me perfumo cada día, Em Am B C D G B Em-Am-Bahora que, sin saber, hemos sabido querernos, como es debido, sin querernos todavía....
G D Am F#m BAhora que se atropellan las semanas, fugaces, como estrellas de Bagdad, Em Am-B Em Am B Em Am B C D..ahora que, casi siempre tengo ganas de trepar a tu ventana y quitarme el antifaz.G C G CAhora que los sentidos sienten sin miedo. Ahora que me despido pero me quedo. Am Am7/G D/F# G C DAhora que tocan los ojos, que miran las bocas, que gritan los dedos.G C G CAhora que no hay vacunas ni letanías. Ahora que está en la luna la policía. Am Am7/G D/F# G C DAhora que explotan los coches, que sueño de noche, que duermo de día.G C G CAhora que no te escribo cuando me voy. Ahora que estoy más vivo de lo que estoy. Am Am7/G D/F# G C DAhora que nada es urgente, que todo es presente que hay pan para hoy. G C G CAhora que no te pido lo que me das. Ahora que no me mido con los demás. Am Am7/G D/F# G C DAhora que, todos los cuentos parecen el cuento de nunca empezar.
G C G C Am Am7/G ........(Fade out)
Tumbling Dice– Rolling Stone
Tumbling Dice The Rolling Stones
key: B with capo on the fourth fret ('open G' tuning)
intro (f#) |--------------------|-------------| (D#) |-3------------------|-0-----------| (B) |-2-h4-p2-0-2--------|-0-----------| (F#) |-----------2-p0-----|-0-----------| (B) |----------------4-2-|-0-----------|
B women think i'm tasty
but they're always try'in to waste me
and make me burn the candle right down F# B
but ba--by... F# B
ba--by... E F#
i don't need no jewels in my crown
'cause all you women is low down gamblers cheat'in like i don't know how
but baby... baby... there's fever in the funkhouse now
this low down bitchin' got my poor feet aitchin' you know you know the deuce is still wild baby... i can't stay... E you got to roll me E and call me the tumbling dice
Always in a hurry i never stop to worry don't you see the time flashing by honey... got no money... i'm all sixes sevens and nines
say now, baby i'm the rank outsider you can be my partner in crime but baby... i can't stay... E you got to roll me
and call me the tumbling E roll me B and call me the tumbling dice
oh my my my i'm the lone crap shooter playin' in the field every night baby... can't stay... you got to roll me and call me the tumbling roll me E and call me the tumbling dice E B got to roll me E B got to roll me... etc...
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Have fun...
Mopper, who is still working on his cool sig-file
All the Young dudes – David Bowie
All The Young Dudes – Mott The Hoople Version.
This was taken from Mott The Hoople's 'Greatest Hit's.'It originally featured on the 'All The Young Dudes' album, this track being written by David Bowie.Have Fun.
Intro:
HO PO HO POe----14-------------14---12---(13)---(12)---(13)---(12)-----------------------b--------15------------------------------------------------------14----------------g-------------14--------------------------------------------------------------------
HO PO HO e------------------------------------------------------------------------------------b---15---12---------15---14---(15)---(14)---(15)---12------------------------g---------------11---------------------------------------------14------------------
e-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------b---13---14---14---14---14---14---13---12-------------------------------------g---------------------------------------------------14-------------------------------
BUe-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------b---13---14---14---14---14---14---13---12---15---(17)-----------------------g-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Intro:
D Dmaj7Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide
Bm Bm7How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty five,F#m Aspeed jive, don't wanna stay alive when your twenty five. And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Spark’s, andFreddies got scars from rippin' off the stars from his face (funky little boat race)
Em F# BmTelevision man is crazy saying were juvenile delinquent wrecks G D AOh man I need TV when I got T.Rex -
Oh brother you guessed, I'm a dude dad.
Chorus:
D Dmaj7Ah all the young dudesBm Bm7Carry the newsAm Am7Boogaloo dudesG C A
Carry the newsD
All the young dudescarry the news boogaloo dudescarry the news
Verse:
Lucy looking sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen,But he can kick like mule it's a real mean team,But we can love - oh yes we can love.
And my brothers’ back at home with his Beatles and his Stones,We never got it off on all that revolution stuffWhat a drag, - too many snags.
Now I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine -Got to race some cat to bed - oh is there concrete all aroundOr is it it my head - Yeah I'm a dude dad.
Chorus:
All the young dudesCarry the news Boogaloo dudesCarry the news
All the young dudes (I want to hear you)Carry the news (I want to see you)Boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you)Carry the news
All the young dudes (What dudes?)Carry the news (Lets here the dudes, come on)Boogaloo dudes (I wanna get you)Carry the news
All the young dudes (Hey you there…with the glasses)Carry the news (I want you)Boogaloo dudes (I want you at the front)Carry the news (Are you all his friends?)
All the young dudes (Now you bring him down, cos I want him)Carry the news Boogaloo dudes (I want him right here)Carry the news (Bring him. I’ve wanted to do this for years.)
INTRO:-----
D A Bm7 D/Ae|-|--------------------------------------------------|A|-|--7------7----------------------------------------|D|-|----7------9b11b9b11b9--6--7-------7-6b7b6b7b6----|G|-|------7-----------------------9-------------------|B|-|--------------------------------9-----------------|
E|-|--------------------------------------------------|
F#m A5e|-|--------------------------------------------------|A|-|--------------------------------------------------|D|-|------6-6-6-6-6-6-6-6-6-/4-/2---6-6-6-6-----9b11--|G|-|-9-7------------------------------------9-7-------|B|-|--------------------------------------------------|E|-|--------------------------------------------------|
A D AWell, Billy rapped all night about his suicide Bm AHow he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty five,F#m A Speed dive, don't wanna stay alive when your twenty five. D AAnd Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars, andBm A F#mFreddie's got spots from rippin' off the stars from his face A(Funky little boat race) Em F#7 BmThe television man is crazy saying were juvenile delinquent wrecks G D Asus4 AOh man I need TV when I got T.Rex AOh brother you guessed, I'm a dude dadChorus:D A Bm7Ah all the young dudes A AmCarry the newsG FBoogaloo dudesC/E Bm C A DCarry the newsA Bm7All the young dudes A AmCarry the newsG FBoogaloo dudesC/E Bm C ACarry the newsA D ALucy looking sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen, Bm ABut he can kick like mule it's a real mean team,F#m ABut we can lovE|- oh yes we can love. D AAnd my brothers back at home with his Beatles and his Stones,Bm A F#mWe never got it off on all that revolution stuff AWhat a drag, - too many snags. Em F#7 Bm
Now I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine G D Asus4 AGot to race some cat to bed - oh is there concrete all around AOr is it it my head - Yeah I'm a dude dad.** Chorus
Stay – U2
