Cifra de : Waiting for the Moon - Bruce Cockburn
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DEFs:
F#m: 244200
G#m: 466400
C#m: 046630
CHART:
intro:
run1 F#m run2 F#m run2 E
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verse:
E E run1 F#m F#m F#m
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leather.....wall kids.......ball
E C#m B E A A G#m G#m
| // // | // // | //// | //// | //// | //// ||
land here land there, Quick.... spots... grow...
chorus:
F#m run2 F#m run2 F#m E
| //// | //// | //// | //// | // // ||
ohhh... waiting.....
run1:
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|----2-0------------------|
|----1-1---2-1----2---2---|
|----2-2---2-2----2---4---|
|----2-2---2-2----2---4---|
|---------------------2---|
run2: (chorus)
|---------------------0--------|
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|------2--4----2--1---2--------|
|------4--6----4--2---4--------|
|------x--x----x--x---4--------|
|---------------------2--------|
F#m G#m F#m E F#m - ring
|---------------------0------0--|--0----
|---------------------0------0--|--0----
|------2--4----2--1---2------2--|--1----
|------4--6----4--2---4------4--|--2----
|------x--x----x--x---4------4--|--2----
|---------------------2------2--|--0----
LYRICS: this song is about an impending American gun boat invasion
as tourists watch from the shoreline of a Central American beach.
Body lies fluid in the static heat
Thoughts buzzing like flies around the meat
Land here Land there Quick circles in the air
I'm riding smooth
But just a little slow
chorus:
Waiting for the moon
Waiting for the moon to show
Leather faced old man by the cafe wall
Kids in the surf, splashing with a soccer ball
Gaze thru Curved lense
Trying to identify the sky's end
Little spots on the horizon
Into gunboats grow [to chorus]
Might be a party, might be a war
6 lines more (you've seen 95%)
When those faceless soldiers come ashore
Speculation ends in wasted time
May as well go, and have a glass of wine
Cause whatever's comin'
There's no place else to go [to chorus]^Z