ELTON JOHN: "YOUR SONG"

Baladón inoxidable. El tono original es Eb. G/D, por supuesto, es xx0433 (el primero, el segundo queda mejor en xx0003) y A/D, obvio, xx0220.



Intro: |D - G/D - A/D - G/D| 

|D| It's a little bit |Gmaj7| funny |A| this feeling in-|F#m| side
|Bm| I'm not one of |Bm/A| those who can |Bm/G#| easily |G| hide
|D| I don't have much |A| money but |F#| boy if I |Bm| did
|D| I'd buy a big |Em| house where |G| we both could |A| live |A4 - A|

|D| If I was a |Gmaj7| sculptor, |A| but then again, |F#m| no
Or a |Bm| man who makes |Bm/A| potions in a |Bm/G#| travelling |G| show
I |D| ... know it's not |A| much but it's the |F#| best I can |Bm| do
|D| My gift is my |Em| song and |G| this one's for |D| you |D4 - D|

......|A| And you can tell |Bm| everybody |Em| this is your |G| song
......|A| It may be |Bm| quite simple but |Em| now that it's |G| done
......|Bm| I hope you don't mind
......|Bm/A| I hope you don't mind |Bm/G#| that I put down in |G| words
......How |D| wonderful |Em| life is while |G| you're in the |A| world |A4 - A|

Inter: |D - G/D - A/D - G/D|

|D| I sat on the |Gmaj7| roof |A| and kicked off the |F#m| moss
Well a |Bm| few of the |Bm/A| verses well they've |Bm/G#| got me quite |G| cross
|D| But the sun's been |A| quite kind |F#| while I wrote this |Bm| song
|D| It's for people like |Em| you that |G| keep it |A| turned on |A4 - A|

|D| So excuse me for-|Gmaj7| getting |A| but these things I |F#m| do
|Bm| You see I've for-|Bm/A| gotten if they're |Bm/G#| green or they're |G| blue
|D| Anyway the thing |A| is what I |F#| really mean |Bm|
|D| Yours are the |Em| sweetest eyes |G| I've ever |D| seen |D4 - D|

......|A| And you can tell |Bm| everybody |Em| this is your |G| song
......|A| It may be |Bm| quite simple but |Em| now that it's |G| done
......|Bm| I hope you don't mind
......|Bm/A| I hope you don't mind |Bm/G#| that I put down in |G| words
......How |D| wonderful |Em| life is while |G| you're in the |A| world |A4 - A|

......|Bm| I hope you don't mind
......|Bm/A| I hope you don't mind |Bm/G#| that I put down in |G| words
......How |D| wonderful |Em| life is while |G| you're in the |D| world |G/D - A/D - G/D| - D

STING: "SEVEN DAYS"

Una del gran Ten Summoner's Tales, en su tono original (queda un poco alta para la voz, pero pasada a otros tonos es verdaderamente una cagada, así que a aguantársela).

|C| Seven days was all she wrote, a |Eb6| kind of 
ulti-|Bb2| matum note, she |G| gave to me, she |F| gave to me
|C| When I thought the field had cleared, it |Eb6| seems 
another |Bb2| suit appeared to |G| challenge me, |E| woe is me

|C| Though I hate to make a choice, my |Eb6| options are
de-|Bb2| creasing mostly |G| rapidly... |F| Well we'll see
|C| I don't think she'd bluff this time, I |Eb6| really have to
|Bb2| make her mine, it's |G| plain to see, it's |E| him or me

......|F| Monday, |D7| I could wait till |G| Tuesday

......If |E| I make up my |Am| mind
......|F| Wednesday would be |G| fine, 

......|E| Thursday's on my |Am| mind
......|Bb2/11| Friday'd give me |Am| time, 

......|Bb2/11| Saturday could |Am| wait, 

......but |Fm7+| Sunday'd be too |C| late |C|

|C| The fact that he's six feet ten might |Eb6| instill fear
in |Bb2| other men, but |G| not in me, the |F| mighty flea
|C| Ask if I am mouse or man, the |Eb6| mirror squeaked,
a-|Bb2| way I ran, he'll |G| murder me in |E| time for his tea

|C| Does it bother me at all, my |Eb6| rival is
Ne-|Bb2| anderthal, it |G| makes me think, per-|F| haps I need a drink
|C| IQ is no problem here, we |Eb6| won't be playing
|Bb2| Scrabble for her |G| hand I fear, I |E| need that beer

......|F| Monday, |D7| I could wait till |G| Tuesday

......If |E| I make up my |Am| mind
......|F| Wednesday would be |G| fine, 

......|E| Thursday's on my |Am| mind
......|Bb2/11| Friday'd give me |Am| time, 

......|Bb2/11| Saturday could |Am| wait, 

......but |Fm7+| Sunday'd be too |C| late |C| 

............|Fm7+/Bb| Seven days will |C| quickly go
............|Fm7+/Bb| The fact remains, |C| I love her so
............|Fm7+/Bb| Seven days, |Fmaj7| so many ways
............|Fm7+/Bb| But I can't run a- |C| way
............|Fm7+/Bb| I can't run a- |C| way

......|F| Monday, |D7| I could wait till |G| Tuesday

......If |E| I make up my |Am| mind
......|F| Wednesday would be |G| fine, 

......|E| Thursday's on my |Am| mind
......|Bb2/11| Friday'd give me |Am| time, 

......|Bb2/11| Saturday could |Am| wait, 

......but |Fm7+| Sunday'd be too |C| late |C|

GENESIS: "THE LAMIA"

Si no es lo mejor que hizo Gabriel en su vida, que no valga. Gabriel y Banks, seguramente, miti-miti. Está bajada un semitono, para hacerla más tocable. Es brava pero no imposible, dándole un poco sale.

|Bb/D| The scent grows |C6| richer, he |Bb6| knows he must be |Am7| near,
He |Eb/G| finds a long |F6| passageway lit by |Gm/E| chandelier. 

|Bb/D| Each step he takes, the |C6| perfumes change

from fa-|Bb6| miliar fragrance to |Am7| flavours strange

|Eb/G| A magnificent |F6| chamber meets his |Em7| eye |Ebmaj7| 

Inter: |Gm - Cm7 - Bb - Cm7 - Dm7 - Ebmaj7| 

|Bb/D| Inside, a long |C6| rose-water pool is |Bb6| shrouded by fine |Am7| mist

|Eb/G| Stepping in the moist |F6| silence, 

with a |Gm/E| warm breeze he's gently kissed

|Bb/D| Thinking he is |C6| quite alone, he |Bb6| enters the room, as if it |Am7| were his own

But |Eb/G| ripples on the |F6| sweet pink water

Re-|Gm/E| veal some company un-|Em| thought of

......|Bm| Rael |G| stands as-|Bm7| tonished |G| doubting his |A6| sight

......Struck by |Gmaj7| beauty, gripped in |D| fright

......|Bm| Three ver-|G| milion |Bm7| snakes of |G| female |A6| face

......The smallest |Gmaj7| motion, filled with |D| grace |D - E|

............|F#m| Muted |C#m| melodies |E| fill the |Bmaj7| echoing |C#| hall,

............|F#m| But there |C#m| is no |E| sign of |Bmaj7| warning 

............|E| in the |Bsus2| siren's |C#| call: 

............|F#m| Rael |C#m| welcome, |G#m| we are the |Ebm| Lamia  

............|Bbm| of the |Fm| po--|Cm - Gm|--ol

............|G#| We have been |Eb| waiting |G#| for our |Eb| waters 

............to |Fm| bring you |Cm| cool |Fm - C - Dm - A - Dm - A7sus4 - A*| 

Instr. (solo piano): |D7sus2 - Cmaj7| x 3 - |Cmaj7/A - Cm11|

|Bb/D| Putting fear be-|C6| side him, he |Bb6| trusts in beauty |Am7| blind

He |Eb/G| slips into the |F6| nectar, 

leaving his |Gm/E| shredded clothes behind. 

|Bb/D| With their tongues, they |C6| test, taste and judge |Bb6| all that is |Am7| mine

They |Eb/G| move in a |F6| series of caresses 

that |Em7| glide up and down my |Ebmaj7| spine

Inter: |Gm - Cm7 - Bb - Cm7 - Dm7 - Ebmaj7| 

|Bb/D| As they nibble the |C6| fruit of my flesh, |Bb6| I feel no |Am7| pain

|Eb/G| Only a |F6| magic that a |Gm/E| name would stain

|Bb/D| With the first drop of my |C6| blood in their veins 

Their |Bb6| faces are convulsed in |Am7| mortal pains

The |Eb/G| fairest cries "We |F6| all have loved you |Gm/E| Rael" |Em|

......|Bm| Each |G| empty |Bm7| snakelike |G| body |A6| floats

......Silent |Gmaj7| sorrow in empty |D| boats.

......|Bm| A |G| sickly |Bm7| sourness |G| fills the |A6| room

......The bitter |Gmaj7| harvest of a dying |D| bloom |D - E|

............|F#m| Looking for |C#m| motion I |E| know I |Bmaj7| will not |C#| find, 

............I |F#m| stroke the |C#m| curls now |E| turning |Bmaj7| pale, 

............in |E| which I'd |Bsus2| lain en-|C#| twined

............|F#m| Oh |C#m| Lamia, your |G#m| flesh that re-|Ebm| mains 

............I will |Bbm| take as my |Fm| fo--|Cm - Gm|--od

............|G#| It is the |Eb| scent of |G#| garlic that |Eb| lingers 

............on my |Fm| chocolate |Cm| fingers |Fm - C - Dm - A - Dm - A7sus4 - A*| 

Instr. (solo piano): |D7sus2 - Cmaj7| x 3 - |Cmaj7/A - Cm11|

|Bb/D| Looking be-|C6| hind me, the |Bb6| water turns icy |Am7| blue

The |Eb/G| lights are dimmed and |F6| once again the |Gm/E| stage is set for you

Final: |Bb/D - C6 - Bb6 - Am7 - Eb/G - F6 - Gm/E| rep. y desaparece