Letra
Ver letra con acordes
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Date: Sun, 07 Dec 1997 23:16:49 -0500
From: Burton Posey
Subject: CRD: b/barenaked_ladies/brian_wilson.crd
Brian Wilson (CAPO ON 3RD FRET)
Drove downtown in the rain, 9:30 on a Tuesday night
Just to check out the late night record shop
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane
But when I m surrounded I just can t stah-op
(This progression continues throughout the slow intro)
It s a matter of instinct, it s a matter of conditioning, a matter of fact
You can call me Pavlov s dog
Ring a bell and I ll salivate, well how d you like that
Dr. Landy tell me you re not just a pedagogue, cause right now I m
CHORUS:
Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well I m, lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
(Progression for the verse is the same as intro. Just listen to the song
to get the proper rythym and tempo)
Well I m lying here, just staring at the ceiling tiles
And I m thinking about, whoa what to think about
Just listening and relistening to smiley smile
And I m wondering if this is some kind of creative doubt, because I m
CHORUS
And if you wanna find me I ll be out in the sandbox
Just wondering where the hell all the love has gah-ah-ahn
Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun, whoa-whoa-oh-oh
And singing fun, fun, fun
CHORUS
I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds
And though I was very heavy I floated til I couldn t see the ground
(Pick up the rythym at this point)
I floated til I couldn t see the ground
Somebody help me (I couldn t see the ground)
Somebody help me (I couldn t see the ground)
Somebody help meeeeee, because I m
CHORUS
(With lots of angst, repeat intro)
Drove downtown in the ray-ee-ain, 9:30 on a Tuesday night
Just to check out the late night record shop (late night record shop)
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, or call it insane (whoa-oh)
Cause when I m surrounded I just can t stah-ah-ah-p
The outro is a Secret Agent Man sort of thingy based in Em that goes as
follows:
Do this a few times, then just go wild on the Em.
If you ve got a bongo playing comrade, this can really sound great.
Reformatted by Burton Posey
(song retransposed for a non-zipped chord version(i.e. CrdZ files)
**this file was originally done by Liz Myers**
#This file is the author s own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------#
Date: Sun, 07 Dec 1997 23:16:49 -0500
From: Burton Posey
Subject: CRD: b/barenaked_ladies/brian_wilson.crd
Brian Wilson (CAPO ON 3RD FRET)
Drove downtown in the rain, 9:30 on a Tuesday night
Just to check out the late night record shop
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane
But when I m surrounded I just can t stah-op
(This progression continues throughout the slow intro)
It s a matter of instinct, it s a matter of conditioning, a matter of fact
You can call me Pavlov s dog
Ring a bell and I ll salivate, well how d you like that
Dr. Landy tell me you re not just a pedagogue, cause right now I m
CHORUS:
Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well I m, lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
(Progression for the verse is the same as intro. Just listen to the song
to get the proper rythym and tempo)
Well I m lying here, just staring at the ceiling tiles
And I m thinking about, whoa what to think about
Just listening and relistening to smiley smile
And I m wondering if this is some kind of creative doubt, because I m
CHORUS
And if you wanna find me I ll be out in the sandbox
Just wondering where the hell all the love has gah-ah-ahn
Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun, whoa-whoa-oh-oh
And singing fun, fun, fun
CHORUS
I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds
And though I was very heavy I floated til I couldn t see the ground
(Pick up the rythym at this point)
I floated til I couldn t see the ground
Somebody help me (I couldn t see the ground)
Somebody help me (I couldn t see the ground)
Somebody help meeeeee, because I m
CHORUS
(With lots of angst, repeat intro)
Drove downtown in the ray-ee-ain, 9:30 on a Tuesday night
Just to check out the late night record shop (late night record shop)
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, or call it insane (whoa-oh)
Cause when I m surrounded I just can t stah-ah-ah-p
The outro is a Secret Agent Man sort of thingy based in Em that goes as
follows:
Do this a few times, then just go wild on the Em.
If you ve got a bongo playing comrade, this can really sound great.
Reformatted by Burton Posey
(song retransposed for a non-zipped chord version(i.e. CrdZ files)
**this file was originally done by Liz Myers**