Genesis - Heatwave, аккорды

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Intro: Bm
  C#7
  Bm
  Em7

      B
        E
No cloud, a sleepy calm
  A
                     F#m
              G#m
       B
Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees
 F#m
             B
          Bm
               C#7
With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care
 Bm
              Em7
Nothing must be done
  B
            E
Silent, as a day can be
  A
                F#m
        G#m
          B
Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
 F#m
      B
              Bm
                    C#7
As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning
 Bm
               Em7
Even if they're dull
       D
                     Am
           D
             Am
It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
 D
              Am
                    D
         Am
As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere

C
  Bb
  F
  Bb
  D7
  B
  F# 

     Ebm
              B
            Bbm
                 C#
The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas
       B
                      Ebm
The trees will lose their withered leaves
   Bbm
                    G#m
I just can't seem to let them loose
 Ebm
                B
             Bbm
               C#
And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south
 B
                 C#
          B
           C#
Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
 B
                 E
          A
              F#m
Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away
             G#m
         B
  F#m
                  B
A time will come to pass,     when there'll be none
         Bm
         C#7
                  Bm
                Em7
Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste
    D
                     Am
           D
            Am
Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return
  D
            Am
                      D
                 Am
Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own

C
  Bb
  F
  Bb
  D7
  B
  F#

 Ebm
         B
              Bbm
              C#
Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line
 B
                 Ebm
Into a dried up river bed
 B
         Bbm
                    G#m
But don't try to tell him cos he won't believe you
 Ebm
                      B
                  Bbm
          C#
Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way
 B
              Ebm
        Bbm
          G#m
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
 Ebm
                   B
            Bbm
                 C#
The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas
       B
                      Ebm
The trees will lose their withered leaves
   Bbm
                    G#m
I just can't seem to let them loose
 Ebm
                B
             Bbm
               C#
And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south
 B
              Ebm
        Bbm
          G#m
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

Outro: Ebm
  B
  Bbm
  C#
  B
  Ebm
  Bbm
  G#m