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Guadalcanal Diary is an alternative jangle pop group from Marietta, Georgia. The band formed in 1981 and disbanded in 1989. The band's origins are primarily in the Atlanta, Georgia suburb of Marietta (then a more separate town), though they were often billed as "from Athens, Georgia" in the early 1980s.
The group's music was characterized by clear, bright guitar sounds, upbeat rhythms, and Murray Attaway's clear, high tenor. Lyrically, the band mixed absurd
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Always Saturday
Written and performed by Guadalcanal Diary
Transcribed by Duke
Intro (strumming pattern up/down/up/down)
A E D D (x2)
A E D D
Waterfall pavement shimmering
A E D D
Sunshine washes everything
A E D D
A basket of light, I am trusting
A E D D
To water the lawn is a wondrous thing
F#m E A
If I could
F#m E A
Have it this way
F#m E A
I know I'd
A E D
I'd wanna live where it's like today
A E D A
I'd wanna live where it's always this way
A E D
I wanna live where it's always Saturday
A E D D
A chorus of laughter fills the air
A E D D
Everyone's going everywhere
A E D D
So many choices it's not fair
A E D D
I hop in the car and I just sit there
F#m E A
I don't need,
F#m E A
Need to think about
F#m E A
How much I
A E D
I wanna live where it's all the same
A E D
I wanna live where it's all just like today
A E D
I wanna live where it's always Saturday
E D A
In the shops are shiny things
F#m E
I can see them glittering
E D A
I wish that I could buy them all
D E
I wish I lived in a shopping mall
Interlude:
F#m E D E (x4)
E D A
Shady back yard afternoon
F#m E
Summer clothes and tennis shoes
E D A
When the light begins to fade
D E
A porch swing creaks with lemonade...
A E D D (x2)
A E D
A shower of whispers glow and bloom
A E D
Late night movie fills the room
A E D D
Streetlights twinkling like dew
A E D D
I close my eyes, it ends too soon
F#m E A
All in dreams,
F#m E A
I can dream now
F#m E A
Oh how I
A E D
I wanna live where it's like today
A E D
I wanna live where it's always this way
A E D
I wanna live where it's always Saturday
F#m E A D (x3)
E A
That's it, to the best of my recollection! Hope you enjoy playing it!
-Duke
Written and performed by Guadalcanal Diary
Transcribed by Duke
Intro (strumming pattern up/down/up/down)
A E D D (x2)
A E D D
Waterfall pavement shimmering
A E D D
Sunshine washes everything
A E D D
A basket of light, I am trusting
A E D D
To water the lawn is a wondrous thing
F#m E A
If I could
F#m E A
Have it this way
F#m E A
I know I'd
A E D
I'd wanna live where it's like today
A E D A
I'd wanna live where it's always this way
A E D
I wanna live where it's always Saturday
A E D D
A chorus of laughter fills the air
A E D D
Everyone's going everywhere
A E D D
So many choices it's not fair
A E D D
I hop in the car and I just sit there
F#m E A
I don't need,
F#m E A
Need to think about
F#m E A
How much I
A E D
I wanna live where it's all the same
A E D
I wanna live where it's all just like today
A E D
I wanna live where it's always Saturday
E D A
In the shops are shiny things
F#m E
I can see them glittering
E D A
I wish that I could buy them all
D E
I wish I lived in a shopping mall
Interlude:
F#m E D E (x4)
E D A
Shady back yard afternoon
F#m E
Summer clothes and tennis shoes
E D A
When the light begins to fade
D E
A porch swing creaks with lemonade...
A E D D (x2)
A E D
A shower of whispers glow and bloom
A E D
Late night movie fills the room
A E D D
Streetlights twinkling like dew
A E D D
I close my eyes, it ends too soon
F#m E A
All in dreams,
F#m E A
I can dream now
F#m E A
Oh how I
A E D
I wanna live where it's like today
A E D
I wanna live where it's always this way
A E D
I wanna live where it's always Saturday
F#m E A D (x3)
E A
That's it, to the best of my recollection! Hope you enjoy playing it!
-Duke
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