Biography:
Along with girlfriend Charlotte Kemp Muhl, Sean Lennon premiered the side-project “The Ghost Of A Saber Tooth Tiger” during a live performance at Radio City on Valentines Day, 2008. The duo host their music on MySpace and perform under the aliases of Amatla and Zargifon.
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Here is a nice song from Sean Lennon and Charlotte Kemp Muhl
This is my first tab, hope you'll enjoy it
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INTRO :
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VERSE 1 :
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When the world gets dizzy, from spinning around
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gravity gets tired of holding everything down.
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When the foul prick of time's unraveling like twine.
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And all roads lead to Rome and there're no words left to rhyme.
CHORUS :
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We'll make kites from our bones and make shoes from our skin,
F Bb Em Bb A
And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for
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men.
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Every tree's pressed into money, and everything tastes the same.
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And everyone agrees and everything has a name.
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When the fish have turned to frogs, and the ocean is our clouds.
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I'll remember how you looked walking barefoot through the crowd.
A Dm G C
We'll make kites from our bones and make shoes from our skin,
F Bb Em Bb A
And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for
Bbm Dm/A Bbm Dm/A
men.
Bbm F G C
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Now nothing's left between us, besides blood and air,
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and every last circle has been turned into a square.
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There are no cigarettes in the pockets of your vest.
Bbm F G C
No more hellos or goodbyes, no more secrets to confess.
A Dm G C
We'll make kites from our bones and make shoes from our skin,
F Bb Em Bb A
And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for
Bbm Dm/A Bbm Dm/A
men.
Bbm F G C
This is my first tab, hope you'll enjoy it
GB power
INTRO :
Bbm Dm/A
Bbm Dm/A
Bbm F
G C
VERSE 1 :
Bbm Dm/A Bbm Dm/A
When the world gets dizzy, from spinning around
Bbm F G C
gravity gets tired of holding everything down.
Bbm Dm/A Bbm Dm/A
When the foul prick of time's unraveling like twine.
Bbm F G C
And all roads lead to Rome and there're no words left to rhyme.
CHORUS :
A Dm G C
We'll make kites from our bones and make shoes from our skin,
F Bb Em Bb A
And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for
Bbm Dm/A Bbm Dm/A
men.
Bbm F G C
Bbm Dm/A Bbm Dm/A
Every tree's pressed into money, and everything tastes the same.
Bbm F G C
And everyone agrees and everything has a name.
Bbm Dm/A Bbm Dm/A
When the fish have turned to frogs, and the ocean is our clouds.
Bbm F G C
I'll remember how you looked walking barefoot through the crowd.
A Dm G C
We'll make kites from our bones and make shoes from our skin,
F Bb Em Bb A
And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for
Bbm Dm/A Bbm Dm/A
men.
Bbm F G C
Bbm Dm/A Bbm Dm/A
Now nothing's left between us, besides blood and air,
Bbm F G C
and every last circle has been turned into a square.
Bbm Dm/A Bbm Dm/A
There are no cigarettes in the pockets of your vest.
Bbm F G C
No more hellos or goodbyes, no more secrets to confess.
A Dm G C
We'll make kites from our bones and make shoes from our skin,
F Bb Em Bb A
And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for
Bbm Dm/A Bbm Dm/A
men.
Bbm F G C
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