Аккорды для песни Train Of Thought
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Вариант №1
Train Of Thought (4:11) (Pal Waaktaar) E D, Asus7 He likes to have the morning paper's E Crossword solved E Words go up words come down D Asus7 Forwards backwards twisted round E D Asus7 He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase E A Disappears into an office Db It's another working day Hm Hm/Dbm D E And his thoughts are full of strangers Hm Hm~Dbm D E Corridors of naked lights Hm Hm~Dbm D E And his mind once full of reason Hm Hm~Dbm D Now there's more than meets the eye F#m D A Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him E D A He likes a bit of reading on the subway home E D A A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows E D A At home a house awaits him, He unlocks the door E A Thinking once there was a sea here Db But there never was a door And his thoughts are full of strangers And his eyes to numb to see And nothing that he knows of And nowhere where he's been Was ever quite like this And his thoughts... And at heart He's full of strangers Dodging on his train of thought Train of thought
Вариант №2
Verse 1: bass/E D A D/E He likes to have the morning paper's crossword solved /E D A D/E Words go up words come down, forwards, backwards twisted round /E D A He grabs a pile of letters from a small suit case /E D C#m Disappers into an office its another working day Chorus 1: D Bm7 C#m7 D E Bm7 C#m7 D And his thoughts are full of strangers, corridors of naked lights E Bm7 C#m7 D E Bm7 C#m7 D And his mind once full of reason, Now there' more than meets the eye /E F#m D A Now a strangers face he carries with him Verse 2: He likes a bit of reading on the subway home A distant radio's whistling tunes that nobody knows At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door Thinking once there was a sea here but there never was a door Chorus 2 (same chords): And his thoughts are full of strangers, and his eyes too numb too see And nothing, that he knows of, and nowhere where he's been Was never quite like this Repeat chorus 1 Ending: Bm/E C#m/E D/E C# Bm/E C#m/E D/E C#m/E Bm/E C#m/E D/E and at heart he's full of strangers, dodging on his train of thought Bm/E C#m/E D/E C#m/E (to fade)