Тональность

 
Gm,Cm7,Ab,B,F,Fm

Guitar,piano,vocal
Style: blues shuffle,rhythm and blues (R&B),alternative soul
Tempo 58/116


[Intro]

Gm D7 (2-4)


[Verse-1]

Gm                   D7
Someone, some stranger, slyly
Gm         D7
tossed a dice,
    Gm                 D7         
A long and rather endless road
 Gm            D7
road to paradise
      Gm         Bb
We make our way through a
Eb                 Cm7
crowd of gray faces.
      D7
We must skillfully cover all our traces.
       Gm              D7
Our thoughts are sacred and your
  Gm           D7
hands are clean. I
Gm            D7           
see you continue to re-
 Gm                         D7
-joice in success and sheen
Gm         Bb                  
from the happiness that 
 Eb              Cm7
you are so lucky,
       D7
and in this moment you are so beautiful and fucking...


[Chorus]

Gm7                          C
My strange days, your long, bright, sweet and tender
Gm7                        C7
nights.Shiver, haze in your dilated pupils.
Gm7                        C
It's all like a crooked mirror-fake splendor.
Gm7                       C7
The little things that bind this world,uncouples
Gm7
Us… Or... May-be so:


[Mixed chorus]

Gm7                  
Uncertainty, haze 
C9          C
in your dilated pupils
Gm7                      
The little things that
C9          C
bind this world;uncouples
Gm7                                
us. My strange days, your 
C9              C
long, bright and tender
Gm7
nights. It's all like a crooked
C9      C
mirror-fake splen-


[Bridge-1]

Gm              Cm         D7 
-dor…of this world, of stupid 

Gm GmM7 Gm7 Em7b5(Gm6) EbM7 Gm
world.


Gm Cm D7
Bad evil word.Someone else's


Gm GmM7 Gm7 Em7b5(Gm6) EbM7 Gm
word.

Eb7   D7           C7
New fingerprint found
     Dm7 Gm
on your ground.

Gm    Eb7    D7        C7
Extra creak, whistle, sound
 C7        Dm7             Gm
And you have no way out.


[Verse-2]

Gm                  D7
Sometimes you don't see a
Gm               D7
solution, you start to panic.
Gm                   D7
Others joke and swear-you get
Gm      D7
very angry and manic.
Gm               Bb 
I'm trying to stand up for
Eb             Cm7
your great pride
        D7
You twitch, you say I must learn to confide.

       Gm         D7 
The customer asks for 
Gm         D7
money, inflates the price,
     Gm       D7        
He depicts anger, re-
Gm                        D7
-peats the question trice
Gm                 Bb
And you really don't want to
  Eb            Cm7
inflict hellish hurt
D7
Alas, he doesn't know that there's a gun under your skirt…

(It happens.)


[Bridge-2]

Am7        Am7b5
   I'm confused..
D7sus4           D7
   My boss is the accused..
G                    B
   What else Do you want to
     Em         G7
surprise me?Bruised…
      C                               Cm
and scarred...I'll get out of here


[Verse-3]

       Gm        D7
The world hesitates and
Gm                      D7
breathes greed, callousness.
Gm                         D7
Most people are enveloped in
Gm     D7
fear paralysis.
Gm           Bb                 
Everybody thinks we are 
   Eb            Cm7
doing great atrocity,
          D7
But in fact, the meaning of our affairs is more sinuosity

Gm                  D7
When we steal something, then the
Gm          D7
sinful soul save.
Gm                       D7 
We're changing the all-
          Gm                D7
-encompassing world wave;
      Gm       Bb            
The age-old question: 
Eb                   Cm7
"Where is the justice?"
     D7
In general, without each other we would begin to miss.


[Chorus]

Gm7                          C
My strange days, your long, bright, sweet and tender
Gm7                        C7
nights.Shiver, haze in your dilated pupils.
Gm7                        C
It's all like a crooked mirror-fake splendor.
Gm7                       C7
The little things that bind this world,uncouples

Gm7
us...Or maybe so:


[Mixed chorus]

Gm7                   
Uncertainty, haze 
C9          C
in your dilated pupils.
Gm7                       C9
The little things that bind this
C
world;uncouples
Gm7                                      
us. My strange days, your 
C9              C 
long, bright and tender
Gm7
nights. It's all like a crooked
C9       C
mirror-fake splendor…


[Outro]

Gm7 C9 C
Gm7 C9 C
Gm7 C9 C
Gm7 C9 C