Представляем аккорды композиции "Lucky" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Fish . Эта интерпретация аккордов и текста песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Аппликатура аккордов песни «Lucky» — это не просто изображения аккордов, а история, которую Fish передаёт через ритм и интонации.
Fish - "Lucky"
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the authors own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Date: Fri, 8 Dec 1995 14:04:43 GMT+1 From: CHRISTER VARANchrister Varan Subject: CRD: Lucky by Fish Hi, Fish lover. Heres a song I like very much..... - Lucky - from the album "Acustic Session" by Fish D (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- D (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- D He met with the world as a Dalkeith boy, Raised from a shaft at Monktonhall (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- In a well oiled cage, (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- That locked away his dreams. (d)|---2------ |-----3---- |---2------ |---------- |---------- |---------- An 85 veteran facefrom the gallery, A ghost from the civil war in the family, (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- He stood his ground on the picketline. (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- Til all that he was left with, (d)|---2------ |-----3---- |---2------ |---------- |---------- |---------- Were his fathers cough And his mothers eyes. That would hold a tear For the very first time, (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- When the government took his job away. (d)|---2------ |-----3---- |---2------ |---------- |---------- |---------- Now fist in hand hell stand in line. Declare his name and mark his time. (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- To some the only proof that theyre alive. CHORUS: (f)|-1------------ |-1------------ |-1--2--------- |-1-----3------ |-1-----3------ |-1----------- He could have been you. _| He could have been me. | D# | x 2 He could have been anybody | (Bb) (f)|-1------------ |-1------------ |-1--2--------- |-1-----3------ |-1-----3------ |-1----------- | But he was born lucky. _| F D# Bb F He mad his first downpayment, On a sharp Italian suit. D# Bb He sewed razor blades into the lapels, F See him sweating on the dancefloor. Coal dust oozing out of every pore. D# A hard man with a hard life, Bb And thats a story that hell tell you, (f)|-1------------ |-1------------ |-1--2--------- |-1-----3------ |-1-----3------ |-1----------- Down at Easter Road till his throat is raw. On a Saturday, he knows the score, D# Till the whistle blows and, Bb The tempers with their colours fade away. {CHORUS} D (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- (d)|---2------ |-----3---- |---2------ |---------- |---------- |---------- On the helipads at Aberdeen Bound for platforms drilling oil rich seas, (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- Where the trawlers are getting fewer (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- Every year. (d)|---2------ |-----3---- |---2------ |---------- |---------- |---------- By the furnaces at Ravenscraig, By the padlocks holding John Browns gates, (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- In the desert, in the fields of South Armagh, (d)|---2------ |-----3---- |---2------ |---------- |---------- |---------- Where the poppies grow, Behind the Hampden roar, Behind the drums in Genoa. (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- On the deck that rides a south Atlantic swell, D Born to fight out of the tightest corner. You can bet on him with the odds against you, C Theyll not put him down (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- No matter how hard they try. {CHORUS} Repeat F D# Bb till end. Christer Varan C.Varan@ET.TUDelft.NL
В ряде случаев представлена аппликатура аккордов песни «Lucky», что позволяет быстрее освоить игру на гитаре этой композиции. На этой странице собрано все в одном месте: текст песни, аккорды, аппликатура, что упрощает для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир Fish через его(их) музыку.