Eno Brian - Golden Hours, аккорды

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From [email protected] Sun Apr 27 11:29:04 1997
Date: Wed, 23 Apr 97 09:45:31 EDT
From: Gary Von Colln 
To: [email protected]
Subject: CRD: Golden Hours

GOLDEN HOURS
Brian Eno, from album Another Green Word
Music transcribed by Gary Von Colln

C
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Em
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C
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Em
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D
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G
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C
                       
Em
The passage of time is flicking dimly upon the screen.
                
C
                             
Em
I can't see the lines I used to think I could read between.
D
                                
G
Perhaps my brains have turned to sand.

         
C
                        
Em
Oh me oh my I think it's been an eternity.
            
C
                       
Em
You'd be suprised at my degree of uncertainty
D
               
G
How can moments go so slow

        
C
                           
Em
Several times I've seen the evening slide away.
             
C
                          
Em
Watching the signs taking over from the fading day.
D
                     
G
Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled.

Solo

        
C
                           
Em
Several times I've seen the evening slide away.
             
C
                          
Em
Watching the signs taking over from the fading day.
D
                   
G
Changing water into wine.

        
C
                           
Em
Several times I've seen the evening slide away
             
C
                          
Em
Watching the signs taking over from the fading day.
D
                          
G
Putting grapes back on the vine.


Background words for last two verses:

Who would believe what a poor set of eyes can show you.
Who would believe what an innocent voice could do
Never a silence always a face at the door.

Who would believe what a poor set of ears can tell you.
Who would believe what a weak pair of hands can do.
Never a silence always a foot in the door.