This was a bit tricky here and there. I'm not sure I have found
the right
capo position, and I'm certain that some of the chords are not
exactly
right, especially the G* and E**, but it sounds rather OK. Anyone
who
has any better suggestions, feel free to email.
With a capo on the third fret, the main theme consists mostly of
E and B,
and the E is played as a D, two frets up. I call it E*.
To be able to play the short B's, I just put my index finger over
the three
strings, muting the e string, as XX444X. In the same way I play
the short A
on for example the second line of the lyrics.
The B played at "Two pink doves..." is not played as a barre (X24442),
but I
could not find the right way to play it.
Capo on 3:rd fret.
EADGBe
------
E*: XXX454
G*: 3X0000
E**: X00200
E***: 000000 (yes, all strings loose)
Chord in the beginning
G*
Instrumental beginning:
E* B E* B E* B A E 2 times
E* B
E*
B E*
My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire:
B A E
pale hand gripping my pen.
E*
B E*
B E*
Rounding up to the zero, adding infinite fractions,
B
A E
letting nine become ten.
B
A B
Two pink doves strut the shingles
C#m
F#
picking crumbs from the breakfast I saved
F#m
A
for you dear. And I wish you were here
B
on this postcard day.
E* B E* B E* B A E E***
E* B E*
B E*
Focus on the fine indeterminate line
B A E
where the sky meets the sea.
E*
B E*
B E*
Desperate midweek words, banal and absurd
B A E
freely flow out of me.
B
A B
Well, I may be a hostage to summer
C#m
F#
but I'm a hostage, not a slave.
F#m
A
And I'm clear that I wish you were here
B
on this postcard day.
E** G*
E* B E* B E* B A E E***
E* B E* B E* B A E
G
F#
Precious cargo of flotsam: mixed memories on an ocean tide
G
swim madly with spice from the orient
F#
on a mystery watery carpet ride.
F
G
A
But with the sun going down, the wind goes around;
B
blows them back out of mind.
G*
E* B E* B E* B A E
E* B E* B E* B A E
E*
B E*
B E*
My eyes are white circles staring down past the point
B A
E E***
of my restless pen.
E*
B E*
B E*
While the ghosts of my youth all sworn to the truth
B
A E
call my name again.
B
A B
Two brown legs don't make a summer.
C#m
F#
But two brown arms couldn't keep me away.
F#m
A
Well, my dear, I wish you were here
B
on this postcard day.
E* B G* G*
E* B E* B E* B A E E***
E* B E* B E* B A E These
two lines repeatedly...