The Widdershins Jig

A música é composta por apenas os 
riffs abaixo...Coloco tb alguns 
versos como os riffs, o resto da 
musica segue o msm padrão
E|------------------------------- 
B|------------------------------- 
G|------------------------------- 
D|------------------------------- 
A|---------4--4--2-0-2-4--------- 
E|---2--2------------------------ 
E|           
B|           
G|           
D|    Riff 1 
A|           
E|           

E|------------------------------  
B|------------------------------  
G|------------------------------  
D|------------------------------  
A|----------4--4-2--0-----------  
E|---2--2--------------4--2-----  
E|          
B|          
G|          
D|   Riff 2 
A|          
E|          

E|--------------------------------
B|--------------------------------
G|--------------------------------
D|--------------------------------
A|-----------2--2--0------0---2---
E|----0--0-------------4----------
E|--------------------------------  
B|--------------------------------  
G|--------------------------------  
D|--------------------------------  
A|----------------4--4--2-0-2-4---  
E|---------2--2-------------------  
E|        
B|        
G| Riff 3 
D|        
A|        
E|        

E|--------------------------------
B|--------------------------------
G|--------------------------------
D|---7-7----10-10--12--12----10-9-
A|---7-7----10-10--12--12----10-9-
E|---5-5----8--8---10--10----8--7-
E|------------          
B|------------          
G|------------          
D|-7----------   Riff 4 
A|-7----------          
E|-5----------          



Continúa después del anuncio
Eliminar anuncios
Riff 1
A wise man's son and Wednesday's 
child
Riff 2
in each other found a friend,
Riff 1
And searched together for the 
treasure
Riff 2
hiding at the rainbow's end....



Riff 3
To wise man's son and Wednesday's 
child all is white that is not 
black,
They dance in symbiotic 
deadlock--one step forward two steps
 back,
Playing karmic snakes and ladders 
(all your sins will find you out),
When all your gains are lost in vain
 on cosmic wings and roundabouts.

Riff 4
At the roadside manhood's 
flower--blighted by a wayward youth,
Has cast its seed on well-worn 
pathways--borne on winds of 
whispered truth.
We march to drums of our own 
choosing--each of them keeps 
different time,
As you are free to live your own 
life so I am free to live mine.