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Рок-группа Машинка Ракова - русский рок, тексты песен с аккордами

Рок-группа Машинка Ракова - русский рок

Jethro Tull - "Mayhem Maybe" (текст песни с аккордами для гитары)


                       Bm                         A         D
When we're working nights, the village round
                                          C
The old church becomes scary town.
      Bm                                  A         D
All curtained windows and bolted doors
                                  F
But never an eye to see
           Bb   F                    Bb         F
As us fairy folks sweep from the hill.
                                              Bb
Never caught us and never will.
  Eb                        Gm
Pulling roses and daffodils
                                       D    F#
Mayhem in the high degree.


          Bm                           A          D
The blacksmith chased us all to ground.
                                                      C
They searched all night we were never found.
       Bm                               A          D
The tinker boys and the sheriff's men
                     F
Shaking the tallest tree.
              Bb           F                   Bb       F
And we sat and watched the women hide.
                                                 Bb
Laughed so much we split our sides.
    Eb                              Gm
Scattered horses that they would ride
                                       D    F#
Mayhem in the high degree.


         Dm                                  C              F
We crossed through fields of midnight green
                            Eb
Often heard but seldom seen.
  Dm                           C          F
Tore along hedges,stripping leaves
                                    G#
No-one could quite agree
C#
Whether we came from north or south.
C#
We stole the screams from out their mouths
         F#                     Bbm
And go where no man would allow
                                       F     A
Mayhem in the high degree.


           Dm                C                  F
Like scaly carp and feathered swan
                                    Eb
To nature's world we do belong.
       Dm                         C         F
We ride the thin winds of the night
                                  G#
And set dark spirits free.
C#
We terrify the mare and foal.
C#
The fox stood still and far too bold.
               F#                           Bbm
So we strung him up, brush neatly folded,
                    F      A
Mayhem, maybe.


A | Am | A7 | Am7 | B | Bm | B7 | Bm7 | H | Hm | H7 | Hm7 | C | Cm | C7 | Cm7
D | Dm | D7 | Dm7 | E | Em | E7 | Em7 | F | Fm | F7 | Fm7 | G | Gm | G7 | Gm7