Un fragmento, claro, con acordes simplificados, para rascar y divertirse en el fogón. Fmaj7/11+, que parece tan feo, es simplemente x33200.
|D| Home from work our Juliet |Gmaj7| clears her morning meal.
She |D| dabs her skin with pretty smells, con-|Gmaj7| cealing to appeal.
......|Dm| I will make my bed, she |Gm| said, but turned to go.
......|Bb| Can she be |C| late for her |Dm| cinema show...
......|D| Cinema show |Gmaj7|
|D| Romeo locks his basement flat and |Gmaj7| scurries up the stair.
With |D| head held high and floral tie, a |Gmaj7| weekend millionaire.
......|Dm| I will make my bed with |Gm| her tonight, he cries.
......|Bb| Can he fail |C| armed with his |Gmaj7| chocolate sur-|G| prise? |Cmaj7|
|Gmaj7 - Cmaj7|
|Gmaj7| Take a little trip back with |Cmaj7| father Tiresias |Gmaj7 - Cmaj7|
|Gmaj7| Listen to the old man speak of |Cmaj7| all he has lived through.
|Fmaj7/11+| I have crossed between the |Em| poles,
for |D| me there's |C| no mystery.
|B7| Once a |C#m| man, like the sea I raged,
|B| Once a |A| woman, like the earth I gave |B - A|
But there |A| is in |Gm| fact more |Cm7| earth |D| than |Gm| sea.