Cifras
The Shadow Of Seattle

Tono: F

Introducción:

A                         F#                 E  
e ----5---- ----2---- ----0----
B----5----  
G---m6----  
D---m7----  
A ----7---- ----4---- ----2----
E ----5---- ----2---- ----0----
D----4----  
A ----4---- ----10--- ----5---- ----3----
E ----2---- ----8---- ----3---- ----1----
F#  
F#    A  
Rain,
F#                            A                                      F#A  
          Like tin angels falling down
     F#                 A                                    F#                              A  
          Like a mission and we're halfway there
                          F#                                              A                                 F#      A  
          From some old dried up fried forgotten town
F#A  
Why
F#                                 A                      F#                    A  
          Won't they let us be ourselves
     F#                            A                                    F#                      A  
          With our potential we could toe the line
                        F#                                            A                            F#  
          And show the bastards up with our divine
          C  
          Light!              Light!         Light!      Light!
F#    A  
Seize
     F#                    A                      F#            A  
          All the records from the past
     F#                                    A                    F#                 A  
          Hold for ransom all the artifacts
                        F#                                         A                                 F#  
          This ragged town protects them to the last
                        C  
          With lies!            lies!            lies!         lies!
F#    E         A      G      F#    E      A      G         F#E  A  G    F#(riff  
See them running heading homeward to Seattle
F#    A  
Deem
        F#                         A                         F#      A  
          All the liars in your tribe
        F#                            A                      F#                 A  
          To be the fires on the western side
                                F#                                         A                         F#      A  
             Of some old front we call the war of art
F#      A  
Rain,
        F#                 A                                 F#            A  
          Like tin angels falling down
        F#                    A                                    F#              A  
          Like a mission and we're halfway there
                        F#                                                      A                      F#         A  
          From some old dried up fried forgotten town
                        F#                                                      A                      F#         A  
          From some old dried up fried forgotten town
                  F#                                                      A  
          To some old dried up fried forgotten
        F  
          Town
          F#A,