Автор: guitarhero

 Derelict
Beck
Tabbed by Nick Key

I'm pretty sure this is
some synth bass playing
off of the kick drum, but
what the hey.

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 beck
dead melodies
album: mutations
submitted by m. burgess


capo 5th fret, arpeggiating chords

G D C Em E Am D G D D7

G              D        C          Em E 
where will you go when this day is over
  Am        D      G           D   D7
a gambler's purse lays on the road
Em 
straight to your door
A                        D    
snakes have gone crazy tonight
Dm             Am          D    D7
winding their way out of sight 

a laugh, a joke a sentiment wasted
seasons of strangers they've come and gone
doldrums are pounding,
cheapskates are clowning this town
who could disown themselves now 

engineer, slow down this old train
cinders and chaff laugh at the moon
night birds will cackle
rotting like apples on trees
Dm             Am       D        A7
sending their dead melodies...to me 

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From: LGuillorn@aol.com
Date: Fri, 22 Dec 1995 23:32:25 -0500
Subject: CRD: Cyanide Breath Mint by Beck

Cyanide Breath Mint by Beck can be found on the disc One Foot in the Grave.
 It's tuned down to D, so it's

	D  G  C  F  A  D  

I just wrote the chords down as if the guitar were in E.  This seems to match
up pretty 
well with the CD, so just listen and strum as you see fit.
	
A	          F		        D               G
	Definitely, this is the wrong place to be
	  F	     C
there's blood on the futon,
	  E	    A
there's a kid drinkin' fire.
                            F
Goin' down to the sea,
	      D        G
they got people to meet,
	 F		C
shakin' hands with themselves,
            E	   F-------->slide to Gflat
lookin' out for themselves.

 C	     F                  G
When they ask you for credit,
F	        C
give them a branch.
C	      F	        G
When they want you to get it,
F	          C
chew on the grass.
       E         F
I know, I know
	       D            G
'cause they  told me to tell you
             F            C
there's nothing to tell you,
	 E         A
there's nothing to sell you.

(Same chords as first part)
In the afternoon, riding the scapegoat,
burning equipment, decomposing.
Cool off your jets, 
take off your sweats,
I got a funny feeling
they got plastic in the afterlife.

(Same chords as second part:)
When they want you to cry,
leap into the sky.
When they suck your mind,
like a pigeon you fly.
I know, I know,
it's the positive people
running from their time
looking for some feeling.


transcribed by:
Lguillorn@aol.com
Lysbeth Guillorn




 

 beck
canceled check
album: muтатiоns
submitted by m. burgess


ореn A tuning
(уоu can аlsо play it in standard tuning in A, сароеd up 2 frets)

here are sоmе оf the gооd соunтrу licks used:

   verse:
E  ------15------------7--------------------------
C# -14(15)----2-3-4-5--------7(9)-(9)7-5----------
A  -----------2-4-5-6--------------------5(7)-----
E  -------------------------------------------7~--
A  -----------------------------------------------
E  -----------------------------------------------

------14-16-14--------------------------
-12/14----------14p12----12(14)-12(14)~-
----------------------14----------------
----------------------------------------
----------------------------------------
----------------------------------------

сноrds used:

    B  D  E  A  F#  B7  G
E  -2--5--7--0--2---5---3-
C# -2--5--7--0--0---2---1-
A  -2--5--7--0--1---2---2-
E  -2--5--7--0--2---2---3-
A  -2--5--7--0------2-----
E  -2---------------------


B                     D      A  E    A     B  
I hate то dо this but уоu're a pain in the neck
B                              D    A       E    A     B  
I тноugнт уоu knew this уоu're handing me a canceled check
B                        D    A     E      A         B  
уоu're sо helpless уоur girlfriends think уоu're a saint
B                            D    A   E    A         D  
I'll give уоu a quarter I'll keep my judgements то myself 

D                           F# 
and i get caught up in the mооnligнт
                          B            B7
reaching оuт fоr a rоттеn egg I dоn't want то beg
      G                  F#             B  
it's crystal clear уоur time is nearly gоnе 

соunт уоur blessings and dо the things that уоu sноuld
о the has-beens that never had it sо gооd
sтоrmy weather the kids are making a racket
in the wilderness the wild lives are sо mild 

CHORUS

CHORUS 

 beck
burnt orange peel
album: one foot in the grave
submitted by m. burgess


B
I'm on the run with things to be (we're on the road/we're on the run)
I've got a garden hose and a color tv
          A#   F#    B
I've got time on my hands
          A#   F#    B
I've got time on my hands
E           G#  B
Nobody cares    what I do 

I'm on the run with things to do (we're on the road/long ago)
I've got a burnt orange peel and a potato stew
I've got work to get done
I've got work to get done
Nobody knows where to run 

(up 1/2 step)

I've got a quart of milk and some sound advice
I've got 
But they smell so nice
Don't give me the flu
Nobody knows I'm with you 

(up 1/2 step)

Back and forth I dodge a fly
Like a feather in the sky
Write me out a check
Give me all your cash
Nobody knows, so let's just go home 

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Date: Thu, 29 Jun 1995 17:19:05 EDT
From: SPEX49D@prodigy.com (MR JOHN M VETTESE)


SUBJECT: TAB: BECK: BLACKHOLE
TABBED BY: John Vettese (spex49d@prodigy.com)

OK, this song is in an alternate tuning, but I think I have it figured out.
You retune to this: D G D G G G
maybe down a couple steps or so...I can't tell. The intro basically strums
open strings. The verse goes like this:
1: 0   0    2/4 0  2/4 0   0  /7 7 7 7  5  4
2: 0   0    2/4 0  2/4 0   0  /7 7 7 7  5  4
3: 0   0    2/4 0  2/4 0   0  /7 7 7 7  5  4
4: 0   0    0   0  0   0   0   0 0 0 0  0  0
5: 0   0    0   0  0   0   0   0        0  0
6: 0   0    0   0  0   0   0   0        0  0

1: 0   0    2/4 0  2/4 0   0  /7 7 7 7  9  4
2: 0   0    2/4 0  2/4 0   0  /7 7 7 7  9  4
3: 0   0    2/4 0  2/4 0   0  /7 7 7 7  9  4
4: 0   0    0   0  0   0   0   0 0 0 0  0  0
5: 0   0    0   0  0   0   0   0        0  0
6: 0   0    0   0  0   0   0   0        0  0

Then I think there's another part like this:
1: /12  12  12  12  10  10  10  10  4  4  4  4  7  7  7  7
2: /12  12  12  12  10  10  10  10  4  4  4  4  7  7  7  7
3: /12  12  12  12  10  10  10  10  4  4  4  4  7  7  7  7
4:   0   0   0   0   0   0   0   0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0
5:   0   0   0   0   0   0   0   0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0
6:   0   0   0   0   0   0   0   0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0  0

1: 0    0  0
2: 0    0  0
3: 0    0  0
4: 2/4  5  5
5: 0    0  0
6: 2/4  5  5

That's basically it. Don't worry about wether or not your guitar is exactly
in tune when playing this. Beck's never is. :)


 

 Beercan By Beck -- Tab by Adam Montevista

shattuck@ns1.onramp.tuscaloosa.al.us





Real easy but fun as Phuck!



G[-----------------]

D[-----------------]

A[-5-5-0-3-3-0-3-0-]

E[-----------------]



Repeat until your nose starts to bleed from the repetition. Tee hee..



Adam Montevista







 

 beck
beercan
album: mellow gold
submitted by m. burgessD D7

Alcohol on my hands I got plans
to ditch myself and get outside 
dancing woman throwing plates
decapitating their laughing dates
swirling chickens caught in flight
out of focus much too bright
coming down shiny teeth
game show suckers trying to bleed
but I got a drug and I got the bug
and I got something better than love

How you like me now 
pretty good
going on
feeling strong

I quit my job blowing leaves 
telephone bills up my sleeves
choking like a one man dustball
freedom rock slimeball
talking in code, i went down
lit up the shack
grab me a beer out of the sack
everybodys been over twice
painting the walls throwing some dice
leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief

and they were singing like this

Chorus:

guitar:
  D   F  G
E-2---------
B-3---------
G-2---------
D-0---3--5--
A-0---3--5--
D-0---3--5--

D               G               D
why go throwing Frisbees at the sun
       F        G       D
put my soul between the bun
D        G               D
now I wandering now I'm drunk
         F        G       D
now I'm running like a flaming pig

D        G               D
         F        G       D
(oh yeah) 

D           G           D
  scraping off the attitude
     F        G       D
old man eating all my food
D         G            D
don't be kind don't be rude
                 F               G       D
just shake your boots and let it all get loose

oh yeah 
my goodness fluffy clouds
jumping rainbows

fluffy clouds
I'm sad 
jumping rainbows
A soft and snuggly place
[repeat]

[bass solo]

[chorus]

outro chords:

D  F  G
D  G  F
oh that's cold
somebody put a flame-thrower on me 

oh yeah
I like it like that

somebody bring me a plate of succotash