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From: "Kean,John"
Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall - Simon & Garfunkel
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>From "Parsley, Sage, Rosmary, and Thyme".
Transcribed and tabbed by John Kean (keanj@agresearch.cri.nz)
and Rich Kent (r.p.kent@durham.ac.uk).
Thanks to Adam Schneider (schn0170@maroon.tc.umn.edu) for the closing chord.
In the recording one guitar strums the chords (in the right-hand speaker)
while another plays the tab.
Capo 2nd fret for finger-picking guitar,
no capo for guitar playing the chords.
(no chord)
3/4, . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , .
||-------------|-------------|-------------|-0-----------|
||-------------|-------------|-------------|-----3-------|
||-------------|-------------|-------------|---------0---|
||---------0---|---------0---|---------0---|-------------|
||-----3-------|-----3-------|-----3-------|-------------|
||-3-----------|-3-----------|-3-----------|-------------|
4/4, . , . , . , . , . , . , . , .
|--3---------3-----|---3-------3-----||
|------------------|-----------------||
|--------0-------0-|-------0-------0-||
|------0-------0---|-----0-------0---||
|------------------|-----------------||
|--3-------3-------|-3-------3-------||
Through the
A C#m D A
4/4 , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , .
||--3---------3-----|-2---------2-----|-0---------0-----|-----------------|
||------------------|-----------------|-----------------|-3---------3-----|
||*-------0-------0-|-------4-------4-|-------0-------0-|-------0-------0-|
||*-----0-------0---|-----4-------4---|-----2-------2---|-----0-------0---|
||------------------|-2-------2-------|-3-------3-------|-----------------|
||--3-------3-------|-----------------|-----------------|-3-------3-------|
corridors of sleep Past the shadows dark and deep My
mirror on my wall Casts an image dark and small But
matter if you're born To play the King or pawn For the
C#m D A
, . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , .
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------3-----|---3-------3-----|
|-3---------3-----|---1-------------|-0---------------|-----------------|
|-------4-------4-|-------0-------0-|-------0-------0-|-------0-------0-|
|-----4-------4---|-----2-----0-----|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|
|-2-------2-------|-3-------2---0---|-----------------|-----------------|
|-----------------|-----------------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|
mind dances and leaps in confusion. I don't
I'm not sure at all it's my reflection. I am
line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow.
A C#m D A
, . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , .
|-3---------3-----|-2---------2-----|-0---------0-----|-----------------|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-3---------3-----|
|-------0-------0-|-------4-------4-|-------0-------0-|-------0-------0-|
|-----0-------0---|-----4-------4---|-----2-------2---|-----0-------0---|
|-----------------|-2-------2-------|-3-------3-------|-----------------|
|-3-------3-------|-----------------|-----------------|-3-------3-------|
know what is real I can't touch what I feel And I
blinded by the light Of God and truth and right And I
So my fantasy Becomes reality, And I must
C#m D A
, . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , .
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------||
|-3---------3-----|-1---------1-----|-0---------0-----|---0-------0-----||
|-------4-------4-|-------0-------0-|-------0-------0-|-------0-------0-||
|-----4-------4---|-----2-------2---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---||
|-2-------2-------|-3-------3-------|-----------------|-----------------||
|-----------------|-----------------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------||
hide behind the shield of my illusion.
wander in the night without direction.
be what I must be and face tomorrow.
E D A
, . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , .
||-2---------2-----|---2-------2-----|-0---------------|-----------------|
||-------3-------3-|-------3-------3-|-----------------|---3-------0-----|
||-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|-------0---0---0-|-------0-------0-|
||-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-----2-----------|-----0-------0---|
||-----------------|-----------------|-3-------2---0---|-----------------|
||-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-3-------3-------|
So I'll continue to continue
F#m D6
, . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , .
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|---0-------0-----|-0---------0-----|---0-------0-----|-1---------1-----|
|-------0-------0-|-------0-------0-|-------0-------0-|-------2-------2-|
|-----0-----------|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-3-------3-------|
|-3-------3---2---|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-----------------|
to pretend my life
F#m B7
, . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , .
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|---1-------1-----|-0---------0-----|---0-------0-----|-------2---3-----|
|-------0-------0-|-------0-------0-|-------0-------0-|---------------0-|
|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|
|-3-------3-------|-----------------|-----------------|-0-------0-------|
|-----------------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-----------------|
will never end, And flowers
D Dmaj7 (no chord)
, . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , .3/4, . , . , .
|-0---------------|-----------------|-----------------|-------------|
|-------3---2-----|-----------1-----|-0---------0-----|-------------|
|---------------0-|-------0-------0-|-------0-------0-|-------------|
|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|---------0---|
|-0-------0-------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|-----3-------|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-3-----------|
never bend with the rainfall.
............................. ............................
1,2. | 3.
, . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . | , . , . , . , . , . , .
|-------------|-------------|-0-----------||-------------|-0-----------|
|-------------|-------------|-----3-------||-------------|-----3-------|
|-------------|-------------|---------0--*||---------0---|---------0---|
|---------0---|---------0---|------------*||-----0-------|-------------|
|-----3-------|-----3-------|-------------||-3-----------|-------------|
|-3-----------|-3-----------|-------------||-------------|-------------|
The
It's no
(no chord) Am9 (577500)
, . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , . , , ,
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||--------------|-------------|-------------|-----3--------||---------||
||*-------------|-------------|-------------|---------0---*||---------||
||*---------0---|---------0---|---------0---|-------------*||---------||
||------3-------|-----3-------|-----3-------|--------------||---------||
||--3-----------|-3-----------|-3-----------|--------------||-3-------||
Fine.
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