GLORY WEED album version - 50 FOOT WAVE __________________________________________ __________________________________________ 'and who did you think that shrinking violet would turn out to beeeeeeeeeeee' GLORY WEED is the perfect song to play (and sing) when you're angry... __________________________________________ __________________________________________ fig.1a: e------------------------------- b------------------------------- g------------------------------- d------------------------------- a------------------------------- e--0--0--3p0-3p0-5--5--5p3-3p0-- fig.1b: fig.2: fig.3: e-------------- --0--2--3--5-- ------ b-------------- --0--2--3--5-- -7b--- g-------------- --1--3--4--6-- ------ d-------------- --2--4--5--7-- ------ a-------------- --2--4--5--7-- ------ e--0--0--3--0-- --0--2--3--5-- ------ chords: G A B D A* Bb* B* C* D* e--3---5---7--10---------------------- b--3---5---7--10---------------------- g--4---6---8--11---6---7---8---9--11-- d--5---7---9--12---7---8---9--10--12-- a--5---7---9--12---7---8---9--10--12-- e--3---5---7--10---5---6---7---8--10-- this is what is played on bass guitar when the guitar is quiet: G A B A e--------------------- b--------------------- g--------------------- d--------------------- a--------------------- e--3---5---7--10-7-5-- __________________________________________ fig.1a(x3)+1b+2 fig.1a(x3)+1b+2 B D B A B D A a thousand voices start their screaming when you leave B D B A B D A a thousand screamers find their voice and start to scream G A B we already blew the glory weed fig.3 B D B A B D A your well-done fury don't deserve to pull me down B D B A B D A that facile magic show can't burn away my ground G A B we already turned the game around fig.3 (no guitar) (G) (A) (B) (A) and i'm in a fog like a stupid dog __________________________________________ fig.2 fig.1a(x3)+1b+2 Bb* C* and who do you think should tell the story A* under the bed, tonight C* D* and who did you think that shrinking violet B* would turn out to be B D B A B D A your mama lion mouth and mata mata soul B D B A B D A that scary face you're making at your holy joe G A B you already brought the battle home __________________________________________ Bb* C* and who do you think should tell the story A* under the bed, tonight C* D* and who did you think that shrinking violet B* would turn out to be B D B A B D A traveling souls like us, the wicked, the carnies B D B A B D A we all eat up this swill these fucked bedtime stories G A B you already brought me to my knees fig.3 (no guitar) (G) (A) (B) (A) and i'm cheap and here, like a souvenir