Аккорды Marcy Playground - "Shadow Of Seattle"

            The Shadows Of Seattle
A          F#       E

e ----5---- ----2---- ----0----|
B ----5---- ----2---- ----0----|
G ----6---- ----3---- ----1----|
D ----7---- ----4---- ----2----|
A ----7---- ----4---- ----2----|
E ----5---- ----2---- ----0----|

     F#*        C         G         F
e --------- --------- ----3---- ----1----|
B --------- --------- ----3---- ----1----|
G --------- --------- ----4---- ----2----|
D ----4---- ----10--- ----5---- ----3----|
A ----4---- ----10--- ----5---- ----3----|
E ----2---- ----8---- ----3---- ----1----|

      riff 1           riff 2

e --------------- ----------------|
B --------------- ----------------|
G --------------- ----------------|
D --------------- ----------------|
A --2h4-2-0------ --------0-2-4---|
E ----------4---- --0-2-4-------0-|


F#  A,  F#  A,  F#  A,  F#  A,

F#  A
Rain,
F#           A               F# A
    Like tin angels falling down
  F#       A              F#            A
    Like a mission and we're halfway there
          F#                  A             F#   A
    From some old dried up fried forgotten town

F# A
Why
F#             A         F#        A
    Won't they let us be ourselves
  F#           A              F#         A
    With our potential we could toe the line
         F#                 A           F#
    And show the bastards up with our divine
    C      F#*  C     F#*  C    F#*  C   (riff 1)
    Light!      Light!    Light!   Light!

F#  A
Seize
  F#        A         F#     A
    All the records from the past
  F#              A        F#       A
    Hold for ransom all the artifacts
         F#                A             F#
    This ragged town protects them to the last
         C    F#*  C    F#*  C    F#* C    (riff 1)
    With lies!     lies!     lies!    lies!

F#  E    A   G   F#  E   A   G    F# E A G  F# (riff 2) (riff 2)
See them running heading homeward to Seattle

F#  A
Deem
   F#          A          F#   A
    All the liars in your tribe
   F#           A         F#       A
    To be the fires on the western side
            F#                A          F#   A
     Of some old front we call the war of art
F#   A
Rain,
   F#       A             F#     A
    Like tin angels falling down
   F#        A              F#      A
    Like a mission and we're halfway there
         F#                     A         F#    A
    From some old dried up fried forgotten town
         F#                     A         F#    A
    From some old dried up fried forgotten town
       F#                     A
    To some old dried up fried forgotten
   F
    Town

    F# A, F# A