Gethsemane

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Tabbed by: Ron Maier
E-mail: maieron@gmx.at

Tuning:Standard

 Here I got sort of a basic Version 
from this great song ..



   A
It started with the moon
               E                   
that turned an inexpensive room 
F#m
into St. Peters.
          A                        
There’s a parabolic story, but it’s 
E
boring
        F#m
and it ends how you’d expect.

   A
Forever dressing down
         F#m
I’m like a stranger
                         G
hanging round outside the kingdom 
hall.
                    F#m
I’d ‘ve carried your wedding shawl,
                               E
you could’ve said I was a school 
friend.

        Bm                         
And you drag your holy horse cart 
    D
in the sky

when I wake up
              Bm
they say it’s just the sun
               A
but I know that face.

Continues after the ad
 A                            
Excavating down you’d find the 
  E
drowning and the drowned
                 F#m
and then there’s us, babe.
          A                        
You could walk to our memorial, but
        E
 it’s pourring
         F#m
and it ends how you’d expect.

   A
I dig your dresses out
            F#m
and hang ‘em round about the house
              G
and turn the lights down low.
                F#m
Now you’re everywhere I go
                    E
looking faintly disappointed.

         Bm                        
And you drag your holy horse cart 
      D
in the sky

when I wake up
              Bm
they say it’s just the sun
                 A         (G#5)
but I know that face.

F#m
But the devil’s tricks
                              A    
just seem to sit so light on you.
 (B5)

F#m
They’d never get the Marionette
               A
this tight on you.

      Bm
In the parliamentary houses
            D
there’ll be talk of what this is
        Bm                         
with inexpert witnesses and 
   A
evidence against us.
        Bm
But I’ll take my pound of substance
            D
from those insubstantial men.
               Bm
Whatever their arguments,
                A
I’ll prove your innocence.

 D
Drag your holy horse cart in the sky
                    A
when I wake up, oh yeah.

 D
Testify allegiance with more
                                A
puncture wounds than Jesus, oh yeah.
      D
Every statue’s weeping honey

and it makes my sight go funny
           A
‘cause I’m over sympathetic

and I can’t control myself.
 D
Leave that painful memory
                              A
in the garden of Gethsemane, oh 
           E        A
yeah, oh yeah.