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Pink Floyd

free four | guitar chord и Mp3

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From uunet!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!usc!wupost!m.cs.uiuc.edu!ux1.cso.uiuc.edu!uchinews!ellis!rons Wed May 27 15:36:25 PDT 1992Article: 4222 of alt.guitarNewsgroups: alt.guitarPath: nevada.edu!uunet!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!usc!wupost!m.cs.uiuc.edu!ux1.cso.uiuc.edu!uchinews!ellis!ronsFrom: rons@ellis.uchicago.edu (josh ronsen)Subject: Re: TAB/CHORDS: Pink Floyd`s "Free Four"Message-ID: Sender: news@uchinews.uchicago.edu (News System)Reply-To: rons@midway.uchicago.eduOrganization: University of Chicago Computing OrganizationsReferences: Date: Wed, 27 May 1992 18:11:24 GMTLines: 60 Free Four by the Pink Floyd (from the album Obscured by Clouds) written by Waters Really simple song (but a fun one):intro: |G ` ` `|G ` C D| repeatG CThe memories of a man in his old age D G* (then intro bit)Are the deeds of a man in his prime.G CYou shuffle in gloom of the sickroom D G* (then intro bit twice)And talk to yourself till you die.* don`t forget about distored guitar hitting a G5 here...*That`s it musically for all the verses. The interlude section is just:|B " " "| " " G A | (repeat many times: add solo with much art. harmonics...)|G ` ` `| G ` C D |And that is it, at least as far as I am concerned. Perhaps someone elsecould give some pointers as how to attack the solos. The rest of theverses are:Life is a short, warm momentAnd death is a long cold rest.You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eyeEighty years, with luck, or even less.So all aboard for the American tour,And maybe you`ll make it to the top.And mind how you go, and I can tell you, `cause I knowYou may find it hard to get off.You are the angel of deathAnd I am the dead man`s sonAnd he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.And everyone is still in the run.And who is the master of fox hounds?And who says the hunt has begun?And who calls the tune in the courtroom?And who beats the funeral drum?The memories of a man in his old ageAre the deeds of a man in his prime.You shuffle in gloom in the sickroomAnd talk to yourself till you die. -Josh Ronsen ronsen@gargoyle.uchicago.edu