Foolsс альбома Fireball
Fools (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) >From "Fireball", 1971 intro 1: e|------------------------------------------------------------------ B|------------------------------------------------------------------ G|------------------------------------------------------------------ D|-------------------------------------------------4-2-------------- A|----------------74--2/4------74--------------------4------------ E|--4/7--4/7--4/7-----------4/7------74--2/4-74---------4/7------- intro 2 (fingerpick): e|--------------- ------- B|--------------- ---0--- G|--------4------ adding some -4---4- unisono variations D|-----4-----4--- ------- A|--2------------ ------- E|--------------- ------- (troughout) I'm crying -- I'm dying verse 1: e|------------------------------------------- --------- B|------------------------------------------- --------- G|------------------------------------------- last one --------- D|------7/9---7/9---7---------7/9---7-------- ending with --------- A|--9---5/7---5/7---5-9---9---5/7---5-7-9--- --7------ E|--7-----------------7---7-----------5-7--- --5------ I can see what's wrong with me -- It's in my head I can see what's gonna be -- As I lie in my bed Man is not my brotherhood -- I am of the dead e|------------------------------------------------------------------- B|---------------------------------------------------------------5--- G|--------------------------------------------------------------(7)b9 D|---------------------------7--------------------------------------- A|-----------------------------7--5-4-5-4h5p4------------------------ E|--5-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-7--7h10------------------5-7--10-10-9-9-0----- I died as I lived as I loved and was born On some distant hill The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried Fools pass laughing still verse 2: There can be bad blood in all I can see -- It's in my brain You don't know the pain I feel -- As I must live again Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but tears will leave a stain They smile to themselves as they lay down my head On some distant hill The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye Fools smile as they kill Ritchie's solo, done with volume knob acrobatics, bit tricky: e|------------------------------------------------------------------ B|------------------------------------------------------------------ G|------------------------------------------------------------------ D|--2-----2---4-5-7---5-4-0---2-4-2------2---4-5-7---0---9-7-5-7-0-- A|------------------------------------------------------------------ E|------------------------------------------------------------------ e|------------------------------------------------------------------ B|------------------------------------------------------------------ G|------------------------------------------------------------------ D|--0---2-0-----4---2-0---0-------------0-----2---0----------------- A|----------0-----------4---2-----2---3---0---------3-0---2--------- E|------------------------------------------------------------------ e|------------------------------------------------------------------ B|--5---7---5---7---5-------------------------------5--------------- G|--------7-------7-----7-6-----------4-6---7-6------76-4-----5----- D|--------------------------7-----7-------4-----6-7-------7--------- A|------------------------------------------------------------------ E|------------------------------------------------------------------ e|------------------------------------------------------------------ B|------------------------------------------------------------------ G|------------------------------------------------7-5-4------------- D|--------0-----2-0---------------2---4-5-7---0---------5-7--------- A|--2---3-----------2---0------------------------------------------- E|----------3---------------3--------------------------------------- e|------------------------------------------------------------------ B|------------------------------------------------------------------ G|------4-5-7------------------------------------------------------- D|--7-----------4---7-4-5-2-0-----0---2----------------------------- A|------------------------------------------------------------------ E|------------------------------------------------------------------ verse 3: I got my own way to go and now I want -- To take your minds I believe if you could see -- The blood between the lines I believe that you could be -- A better kind Please lead the way so the unborn can play On some greener hill Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains Fools die laughing still Henry Leyh |