CRANBERRIES

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Date: Sat, 12 Aug 95 21:52:11 MDT
From: ag331@rgfn.epcc.Edu (Jonathan Lozoya)
Subject: tab Empty by The Cranberries



EMPTY
THE CRANBERRIES
Transcribed by Jonathan
No Need to Argue
Lyrics-Dolores O'Riordan		Music-O'Riordan/Hogan

CRANBERRIES

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From: wseo@mail.sas.upenn.edu (William J Seo)

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@SONG: DREAMS                                                             
 
Music by: The Cranberries 

CRAMPS

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From GLove1012@aol.com Thu Aug  8 17:55:46 1996


Song :  Strychnine 
Group:  The Cramps
CD   :  Songs the Lord Taught Us 

note--> use wammy bar for [bend] 

lead riff...        [bend]                   [bend]

CRACKER

C                        G
How can I fly with these old donkey wings
D
while the magfire [?] sings 
C
some shiny song
C                   G
old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
D
in the elevator

Em         D            C
Everything seems like a dream
Em 
Life's a scream

Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed
a'courting his girl
come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
with the devilish spoon [?]

Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
when you're submarine

[anyone got the solo?]

So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways