Pedida por José Ignacio Maldonado. El tono original es G#.
Intro: |G - F# - B7 - Em - G7 - C - G - D7 - G - D7|
|G| Un cura habla con un ra-|F#| bi-|B7| no
|Em| Nenas aburridas se excitan en la |G| dis-|G7| co
|C| Empieza la carrera |G| por la elevación
|D7| Las plazas se llenan |G| de dulce ex-|D7| citación
|G| La noche tirana te quiere des-|F#| pier-|B7| to
|Em| Mejor una fiesta de día, corazón a-|G| bier-|G7| to
|C| Donde sin escenario |G| desfilen los artistas
|D7| Científicos locos |G| por entre los |D7| árboles
Tomadas las |G| manos desfilen los tontos, los ricos, los |F#| po-|B7| bres
|Em| Todos de la mano, hembras y va-|G| rones
|C| Arte milenario, |G| ronda sin cabeza
|D7| Todos de la mano, no |G| aca-|D7| ba ni empieza
......|G| Arte milenario, |F#| ronda sin ca-|B7| beza
......|Em| Todos de la mano, no |G| acaba ni em-|G7| pieza
......|C| Arte milenario, |G| ronda sin cabeza
......|D7| Todos de la mano, no |G| aca-|D7| ba ni empieza
Instr: |G - F# - B7 - Em - G7 - C - G - D7 - G - D7|
|G| Un cura habla con un ra-|F#| bi-|B7| no
|Em| Nenas aburridas se excitan en la |G| dis-|G7| co
|C| Empieza la carrera |G| por la elevación
|D7| Las plazas se llenan |G| de dulce ex-|D7| citación
|G| La noche tirana te quiere des-|F#| pier-|B7| to
|Em| Mejor una fiesta de día, corazón a-|G| bier-|G7| to
|C| Donde sin escenario |G| desfilen los artistas
|D7| Científicos locos |G| por entre los |D7| árboles
Tomadas las |G| manos desfilen los tontos, los ricos, los |F#| po-|B7| bres
|Em| Todos de la mano, hembras y va-|G| rones
|C| Arte milenario, |G| ronda sin cabeza
|D7| Todos de la mano, no |G| aca-|D7| ba ni empieza
......|G| Arte milenario, |F#| ronda sin ca-|B7| beza
......|Em| Todos de la mano, no |G| acaba ni em-|G7| pieza
......|C| Arte milenario, |G| ronda sin cabeza
......|D7| Todos de la mano, no |G| aca-|D7| ba ni empieza
Instr: |Eb - Bb - Cm - Gm| - |Eb - Bb - Cm - D|
......|G| Arte milenario, |F#| ronda sin ca-|B7| beza
......|Em| Todos de la mano, no |G| acaba ni em-|G7| pieza
......|C| Arte milenario, |G| ronda sin cabeza
......|D7| Todos de la mano, no |G| aca-|D7| ba ni empieza (rep. y desaparece)
jueves, 13 de diciembre de 2012
domingo, 25 de noviembre de 2012
ABBA: "THANK YOU FOR THE MUSIC"
Original en E. Con cariño para los que todavía creen que las canciones de ABBA son simples y pavotas.
|D| I'm nothing |Ddim| special, in |A7| fact
I'm a |Aaug| bit of a bore |D6 - D7|
If |G| I tell a joke, you've |Gaug| probably heard it be-|Em| fore |A7 - Aaug|
But |D| I have a talent, a |A7| wonderful thing
'cause |D| everyone |Daug| listens when |G| I start to |Gm| sing
I'm so |Bm| grateful and proud |G11+|
All I |Em| want is to |G| sing it out |A7| loud
......So I say...|D| thank you for the |Em| music
......The |A7| songs I'm |D| singing
......|Bm| Thanks for |Bm/A| all the |E| joy they're |A7| bringing
......|D| Who can live with-|Em| out it
......I |F#| ask in |Bm| all hones-|Gmaj7| ty... what would life |Gm7+| be?
......Without a |D| song or a |D/C| dance what are |B7| we?
......So I say |Em| thank you |F#m| for the |G| music
......For |A7| giving it to |D| me |Ddim - A7|
|D| Mother says |Ddim| I was a |A7| dancer
be-|Aaug| fore I could |D| walk |D6 - D7|
She |G| says I began to |Gaug| sing long before I could |Em| talk |A7 - Aaug|
And |D| I've often wondered, how |Daug| did it all start?
Who |D| found out that |D+| nothing can |G| capture a |Gm| heart
Like a |Bm| melody can? |G11+|
Well, |Em| whoever it |G| was, I'm a |A7| fan
......So I say...|D| thank you for the |Em| music
......The |A7| songs I'm |D| singing
......|Bm| Thanks for |Bm/A| all the |E| joy they're |A7| bringing
......|D| Who can live with-|Em| out it
......I |F#| ask in |Bm| all hones-|Gmaj7| ty... what would life |Gm7+| be?
......Without a |D| song or a |D/C| dance what are |B7| we?
......So I say |Em| thank you |F#m| for the |G| music
......For |A7| giving it to |D| me |Gm - D|
|Gm| I've been so |D| lucky
I am the |Gm| girl with golden |D| hair
I wanna |Gm| sing it |F#| out to |Bm| everybo-|D6| dy
|Em| What a joy, |G| what a life, |A7| what a chance!
......|D| Thank you for the |Em| music
......The |A7| songs I'm |D| singing
......|Bm| Thanks for |Bm/A| all the |E| joy they're |A7| bringing
......|D| Who can live with-|Em| out it
......I |F#| ask in |Bm| all hones-|Gmaj7| ty... what would life |Gm7+| be?
......Without a |D| song or a |D/C| dance what are |B7| we?
......So I say |Em| thank you |F#m| for the |G| music
......For |A7| giving it to |D| me |D/C - B7|
......So I say |Em| thank you |F#m| for the |G| music
......For |A7| giving it to |D| me |Em - F#m - Gm - D|
I'm a |Aaug| bit of a bore |D6 - D7|
If |G| I tell a joke, you've |Gaug| probably heard it be-|Em| fore |A7 - Aaug|
But |D| I have a talent, a |A7| wonderful thing
'cause |D| everyone |Daug| listens when |G| I start to |Gm| sing
I'm so |Bm| grateful and proud |G11+|
All I |Em| want is to |G| sing it out |A7| loud
......So I say...|D| thank you for the |Em| music
......The |A7| songs I'm |D| singing
......|Bm| Thanks for |Bm/A| all the |E| joy they're |A7| bringing
......|D| Who can live with-|Em| out it
......I |F#| ask in |Bm| all hones-|Gmaj7| ty... what would life |Gm7+| be?
......Without a |D| song or a |D/C| dance what are |B7| we?
......So I say |Em| thank you |F#m| for the |G| music
......For |A7| giving it to |D| me |Ddim - A7|
|D| Mother says |Ddim| I was a |A7| dancer
be-|Aaug| fore I could |D| walk |D6 - D7|
She |G| says I began to |Gaug| sing long before I could |Em| talk |A7 - Aaug|
And |D| I've often wondered, how |Daug| did it all start?
Who |D| found out that |D+| nothing can |G| capture a |Gm| heart
Like a |Bm| melody can? |G11+|
Well, |Em| whoever it |G| was, I'm a |A7| fan
......So I say...|D| thank you for the |Em| music
......The |A7| songs I'm |D| singing
......|Bm| Thanks for |Bm/A| all the |E| joy they're |A7| bringing
......|D| Who can live with-|Em| out it
......I |F#| ask in |Bm| all hones-|Gmaj7| ty... what would life |Gm7+| be?
......Without a |D| song or a |D/C| dance what are |B7| we?
......So I say |Em| thank you |F#m| for the |G| music
......For |A7| giving it to |D| me |Gm - D|
|Gm| I've been so |D| lucky
I am the |Gm| girl with golden |D| hair
I wanna |Gm| sing it |F#| out to |Bm| everybo-|D6| dy
|Em| What a joy, |G| what a life, |A7| what a chance!
......|D| Thank you for the |Em| music
......The |A7| songs I'm |D| singing
......|Bm| Thanks for |Bm/A| all the |E| joy they're |A7| bringing
......|D| Who can live with-|Em| out it
......I |F#| ask in |Bm| all hones-|Gmaj7| ty... what would life |Gm7+| be?
......Without a |D| song or a |D/C| dance what are |B7| we?
......So I say |Em| thank you |F#m| for the |G| music
......For |A7| giving it to |D| me |D/C - B7|
......So I say |Em| thank you |F#m| for the |G| music
......For |A7| giving it to |D| me |Em - F#m - Gm - D|
martes, 30 de octubre de 2012
ABBA: "SOLDIERS"
El original está en F#m. Adaptada para voces más "normales", es decir, para la mía.
|Am| Do I hear what I |Em| think I'm hearing
|Am| Do I see the signs I |Em| think I see
|F| Or this is just fantasy |G - Am|
|Am| Is it true that the |Em| beast is waking
|Am| Stirring in his restless |Em| sleep tonight
In the pale moon |D| light |Dm|
|Am| In the grip of this |Em| cold december
|Am| You and I have reason |G| to remember
......|C| Soldiers write the songs that |Am| soldiers sing,
......The songs that |F| you and |Fm| I don't |C| sing
......|C| They blow their horns and |F| march along
......|C| They drum their drums and |Am| look so strong
......|Am| You'd think that nothing |F| in the world was |G| wrong
......|C| Soldiers write the songs that |Am| soldiers sing,
......The songs that |F| you and |Fm| I won't |C| sing
......|Am| Let's not look the other |Ddim| way
......|E| Taking a |Am| chance
......'Cause |C| if the bugler starts to |F| play
......|G| We too must |C| dance |Am - Em| x 2
|Am| What's that sound, what's that |Em| dreadful rumble
|Am| Won't somebody tell me |Em| what I hear
|F| In the distance but drawing near |G - Am|
|Am| Is it only a |Em| storm approaching
|Am| Stirring in his restless |Em| sleep tonight
In the pale moon |D| light |Dm|
|Am| In the grip of this |Em| cold december
|Am| You and I have reason |G| to remember
......|C| Soldiers write the songs that |Am| soldiers sing,
......The songs that |F| you and |Fm| I don't |C| sing
......|C| They blow their horns and |F| march along
......|C| They drum their drums and |Am| look so strong
......|Am| You'd think that nothing |F| in the world was |G| wrong
......|C| Soldiers write the songs that |Am| soldiers sing,
......The songs that |F| you and |Fm| I won't |C| sing
......|Am| Let's not look the other |Ddim| way
......|E| Taking a |Am| chance
......'Cause |C| if the bugler starts to |F| play
......|G| We too must |C| dance |F - C - Am - C - F - G|
......|C| Soldiers write the songs that |Am| soldiers sing,
......The songs that |F| you and |Fm| I won't |C| sing
......|Am| Let's not look the other |Ddim| way
......|E| Taking a |Am| chance
......'Cause |C| if the bugler starts to |F| play
......|G| We too must |C| dance |F - C|
|Am| Do I hear what I |Em| think I'm hearing
|Am| Do I see the signs I |Em| think I see
|F| Or this is just fantasy |G - Am|
|Am| Is it true that the |Em| beast is waking
|Am| Stirring in his restless |Em| sleep tonight
In the pale moon |D| light |Dm|
|Am| In the grip of this |Em| cold december
|Am| You and I have reason |G| to remember
......|C| Soldiers write the songs that |Am| soldiers sing,
......The songs that |F| you and |Fm| I don't |C| sing
......|C| They blow their horns and |F| march along
......|C| They drum their drums and |Am| look so strong
......|Am| You'd think that nothing |F| in the world was |G| wrong
......|C| Soldiers write the songs that |Am| soldiers sing,
......The songs that |F| you and |Fm| I won't |C| sing
......|Am| Let's not look the other |Ddim| way
......|E| Taking a |Am| chance
......'Cause |C| if the bugler starts to |F| play
......|G| We too must |C| dance |Am - Em| x 2
|Am| What's that sound, what's that |Em| dreadful rumble
|Am| Won't somebody tell me |Em| what I hear
|F| In the distance but drawing near |G - Am|
|Am| Is it only a |Em| storm approaching
|Am| Stirring in his restless |Em| sleep tonight
In the pale moon |D| light |Dm|
|Am| In the grip of this |Em| cold december
|Am| You and I have reason |G| to remember
......|C| Soldiers write the songs that |Am| soldiers sing,
......The songs that |F| you and |Fm| I don't |C| sing
......|C| They blow their horns and |F| march along
......|C| They drum their drums and |Am| look so strong
......|Am| You'd think that nothing |F| in the world was |G| wrong
......|C| Soldiers write the songs that |Am| soldiers sing,
......The songs that |F| you and |Fm| I won't |C| sing
......|Am| Let's not look the other |Ddim| way
......|E| Taking a |Am| chance
......'Cause |C| if the bugler starts to |F| play
......|G| We too must |C| dance |F - C - Am - C - F - G|
......|C| Soldiers write the songs that |Am| soldiers sing,
......The songs that |F| you and |Fm| I won't |C| sing
......|Am| Let's not look the other |Ddim| way
......|E| Taking a |Am| chance
......'Cause |C| if the bugler starts to |F| play
......|G| We too must |C| dance |F - C|
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