Biography:
The Incredible String Band (sometimes abbreviated as ISB) was a psychedelic folk band formed in Scotland in 1966. The band built a considerable following, especially within the British counterculture, before splitting up in 1974. The group's members are musical pioneers in psychedelic folk and, by integrating a wide variety of traditional music forms and instruments, in the development of world music. The group reformed in 1999 and continued to perform until 2006.
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- Air
- Blues For The Muse
- Chinese White
- Cousin Caterpillar
- Dear Old Battlefield
- Ducks On A Pond
- Empty Pocket Blues
- Everythings Fine Right Now
- Greatest Friend
- Jobs Tears
- Koeeoaddi There
- Little Cloud
- Log Cabin Home In The Sky
- Long Time Sun
- Lordly Nightshade
- Minotaurs Song
- No Sleep Blues
- October Song
- Painting Box
- Smoke Shovelling Song
- The Hedgehogs Song
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- Turquoise Blue
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Painting Box - Incredible String Band
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Tabbed by:Travis
Email:[email protected]
Tuning:standard
INTRO:
there are several guitars playing, but this is the main riff...
D7 G D7 G
e|--------0--3-----3-3----------0--3----3------------------------------------|
B|-0-1--3------3---------0-1--3------3---------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-----------------------------------------3-2-3-2---------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Em C G C
When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows
Em C D7 G
Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep,
Em C G C
I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window,
Em C G D7 G
And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep.
CHORUS:
D7 G
For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
D7 G
I have every color there it's true.
D7 G
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
D7 G
I seem to pick the colors of you.
Em C G C
My Friday evening's foot-steps plodding dully through this black town,
Em C D7 G
Are far away now from the world that I'm in.
Em C G C
My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime,
Em C G D7 G
With daffo-dils between my toes I'm laughing at their whim,
CHORUS
Em C G C
The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer.
Em C D7 G
Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound.
Em C G C
I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking,
Em C G D7 G
But I kind of like the sea that I'm on, and I don't mind if I do drown.
CHORUS
Painting Box - Incredible String Band
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tabbed by:Travis
Email:[email protected]
Tuning:standard
INTRO:
there are several guitars playing, but this is the main riff...
D7 G D7 G
e|--------0--3-----3-3----------0--3----3------------------------------------|
B|-0-1--3------3---------0-1--3------3---------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-----------------------------------------3-2-3-2---------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Em C G C
When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows
Em C D7 G
Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep,
Em C G C
I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window,
Em C G D7 G
And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep.
CHORUS:
D7 G
For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
D7 G
I have every color there it's true.
D7 G
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
D7 G
I seem to pick the colors of you.
Em C G C
My Friday evening's foot-steps plodding dully through this black town,
Em C D7 G
Are far away now from the world that I'm in.
Em C G C
My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime,
Em C G D7 G
With daffo-dils between my toes I'm laughing at their whim,
CHORUS
Em C G C
The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer.
Em C D7 G
Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound.
Em C G C
I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking,
Em C G D7 G
But I kind of like the sea that I'm on, and I don't mind if I do drown.
CHORUS
The Insane
The Inspector Cl (...)
The Inspirations (...)
The Insyderz
The Internationa (...)
The island club
The Isley Brothe (...)
The Islingtons
The Israelites
The Iveys