Waiting for the moon

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Bruce Cockburn
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Текст, перевод и аккорды “Waiting for the moon”
From: Stephen Coderre WAITING FOR THE MOON - Bruce Cockburn 1983 "Trouble With Normal This transcription is not in retail transcription books. Transcribed by Stephen Cody, Vancouver, August 1994. DEFs: E: 033200 A: 577600 B: 799800 F#m: 244200 G#m: 466400 C#m: 046630 CHART: Intro: Run1 F#m run2 F#m run2 E | //// | //// | //// | //// | //// | //// | Verse: E E run1 F#m F#m F#m | //// | //// | //// | //// | //// | //// | //// | ////|| Leather.....wall kids.......ball E C#m B E A A G#m G#m | // // | // // | //// | //// | //// | //// || Land here land there, Quick.... spots... grow... Chorus: F#m run2 F#m run2 F#m E | //// | //// | //// | //// | // // || Ohhh... waiting..... Run1: E / / / / |-------------------------| |----2-0------------------| |----1-1---2-1----2---2---| |----2-2---2-2----2---4---| |----2-2---2-2----2---4---| |---------------------2---| |_| |_| | ring pinch----- Run2: (chorus) F#m G#m F#m E F#m - ring / / / / |---------------------0--------| |---------------------0--------| |------2--4----2--1---2--------| |------4--6----4--2---4--------| |------x--x----x--x---4--------| |---------------------2--------| |__| |__| wait-ing for the moon F#m G#m F#m E F#m - ring / / / / |---------------------0------0--|--0---- |---------------------0------0--|--0---- |------2--4----2--1---2------2--|--1---- |------4--6----4--2---4------4--|--2---- |------x--x----x--x---4------4--|--2---- |---------------------2------2--|--0---- |__| |__| wait-ing for the moon to show LYRICS: this song is about an impending American gun boat invasion As tourists watch from the shoreline of a Central American beach. Body lies fluid in the static heat Thoughts buzzing like flies around the meat Land here Land there Quick circles in the air I'm riding smooth But just a little slow Chorus: Waiting for the moon Waiting for the moon to show Leather faced old man by the cafe wall Kids in the surf, splashing with a soccer ball Gaze thru Curved lense Trying to identify the sky's end Little spots on the horizon Into gunboats grow [to chorus] Might be a party, might be a war When those faceless soldiers come ashore Speculation ends in wasted time May as well go, and have a glass of wine Cause whatever's comin' There's no place else to go [to chorus]

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