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Topic: Sociology > Depression
User: "%"
Date: 03 May 2007 05:57:36 PM
Object: HEY BORED
if you can play a musical insterment , try this
G] She sits alone [D]by a lamppost
C (or Csus9) G
Trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind
She says Dad's the one I love the most
But Stipe's not far behind
She never let's me in
Only tells me where she's been
When she's had too much to drink
I say that I don't care
I just run my hands through her dark hair
Then I pray to God you gotta help me fly away
And just...
Let her [C]cry
If the [G]tears fall down like rain
Let her [C]sing
If it [Em]eases [G]all her [D]pain
Let her [C]go
Let her [G]walk right out on me
And if the [D]sun comes up tomorrow
Let her [C]be, let her [G]be
This morning I woke up alone
Found a note standing by the phone
Saying, "Baby, maybe I'll be back someday"
I wanted to look for you
You walked in I didn't know just what I should do
So I sat back down and had a beer and felt sorry for myself
Saying...
(chorus)
(solo - 8 bars over verse)
(chorus)
Last night I tried to leave
Cried so much I could not believe
She was the same girl I fell in love with long ago
She went in the back to get high
And I sat down on my couch and cried
Yelling "Oh mama, please help me
Won't you hold my hand"
And...
(chorus) x 2
............
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User: "BoredToTears"

Title: Re: HEY BORED 03 May 2007 06:07:53 PM
On 3 May, 23:57, "%" <pers...@gmail.com> wrote:

if you can play a musical insterment , try this

G] She sits alone [D]by a lamppost
C (or Csus9) G
Trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind
She says Dad's the one I love the most
But Stipe's not far behind
She never let's me in
Only tells me where she's been
When she's had too much to drink
I say that I don't care
I just run my hands through her dark hair
Then I pray to God you gotta help me fly away
And just...
Let her [C]cry
If the [G]tears fall down like rain
Let her [C]sing
If it [Em]eases [G]all her [D]pain
Let her [C]go
Let her [G]walk right out on me
And if the [D]sun comes up tomorrow
Let her [C]be, let her [G]be
This morning I woke up alone
Found a note standing by the phone
Saying, "Baby, maybe I'll be back someday"
I wanted to look for you
You walked in I didn't know just what I should do
So I sat back down and had a beer and felt sorry for myself
Saying...
(chorus)
(solo - 8 bars over verse)
(chorus)
Last night I tried to leave
Cried so much I could not believe
She was the same girl I fell in love with long ago
She went in the back to get high
And I sat down on my couch and cried
Yelling "Oh mama, please help me
Won't you hold my hand"
And...
(chorus) x 2
...........

Cheers, %! I'll give it a go. I need to change the strings on my
guitars, though, and my Ibanez has a Floyd Rose with a back-route for
up bends so takes for ever to get back into tune. Shark-tooth inlays,
too. Metal!
.

User: "used2be"

Title: Re: HEY BORED 03 May 2007 08:06:02 PM
now you got me a wantin to play...
"%" <persent@gmail.com> wrote in message
news:nOqdnVneMLee9KfbnZ2dnUVZ_r2onZ2d@giganews.com...

if you can play a musical insterment , try this


G] She sits alone [D]by a lamppost
C (or Csus9) G
Trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind
She says Dad's the one I love the most
But Stipe's not far behind
She never let's me in
Only tells me where she's been
When she's had too much to drink
I say that I don't care
I just run my hands through her dark hair
Then I pray to God you gotta help me fly away
And just...
Let her [C]cry
If the [G]tears fall down like rain
Let her [C]sing
If it [Em]eases [G]all her [D]pain
Let her [C]go
Let her [G]walk right out on me
And if the [D]sun comes up tomorrow
Let her [C]be, let her [G]be
This morning I woke up alone
Found a note standing by the phone
Saying, "Baby, maybe I'll be back someday"
I wanted to look for you
You walked in I didn't know just what I should do
So I sat back down and had a beer and felt sorry for myself
Saying...
(chorus)
(solo - 8 bars over verse)
(chorus)
Last night I tried to leave
Cried so much I could not believe
She was the same girl I fell in love with long ago
She went in the back to get high
And I sat down on my couch and cried
Yelling "Oh mama, please help me
Won't you hold my hand"
And...
(chorus) x 2
...........

.
User: "%"

Title: Re: HEY BORED 03 May 2007 08:07:48 PM
ok , go ahead
"used2be" <used2be@nowhere.com> wrote in message
news:463a86f6$0$4696$4c368faf@roadrunner.com...

now you got me a wantin to play...


"%" <persent@gmail.com> wrote in message
news:nOqdnVneMLee9KfbnZ2dnUVZ_r2onZ2d@giganews.com...

if you can play a musical insterment , try this


G] She sits alone [D]by a lamppost
C (or Csus9) G
Trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind
She says Dad's the one I love the most
But Stipe's not far behind
She never let's me in
Only tells me where she's been
When she's had too much to drink
I say that I don't care
I just run my hands through her dark hair
Then I pray to God you gotta help me fly away
And just...
Let her [C]cry
If the [G]tears fall down like rain
Let her [C]sing
If it [Em]eases [G]all her [D]pain
Let her [C]go
Let her [G]walk right out on me
And if the [D]sun comes up tomorrow
Let her [C]be, let her [G]be
This morning I woke up alone
Found a note standing by the phone
Saying, "Baby, maybe I'll be back someday"
I wanted to look for you
You walked in I didn't know just what I should do
So I sat back down and had a beer and felt sorry for myself
Saying...
(chorus)
(solo - 8 bars over verse)
(chorus)
Last night I tried to leave
Cried so much I could not believe
She was the same girl I fell in love with long ago
She went in the back to get high
And I sat down on my couch and cried
Yelling "Oh mama, please help me
Won't you hold my hand"
And...
(chorus) x 2
...........



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