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Аккорд песни «Wreck Of The Edmund» от Lightfoot Gordon

Представляем аккорды композиции "Wreck Of The Edmund" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Lightfoot Gordon . Эта интерпретация аккордов и текста песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Аппликатура аккордов песни «Wreck Of The Edmund» — это не просто изображения аккордов, а история, которую Lightfoot Gordon передаёт через ритм и интонации.

Lightfoot Gordon - "Wreck Of The Edmund"

#----------------------------------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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: mfifer@merle.acns.nwu.edu (Matthew Fifer) Subject: CRD: Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald - Gordon Lightfoot THE FULL, CORRECT "WRECK OF THE EDMUND FITZGERALD" BY GORDON LIGHTFOOT (originally posted by Brian Ross, then messed and fixed by me) Note: Use a capo on the second fret to play in tune with the record. ---- Intro: ===== Asus2, A11, Dsus4, D, Asus2, A11, D, Asus2 Verses: ====== Asus2 Em The legend lives on from the chippewa on down of the G (d)|---2------ |-----3---- |---2------ |---------- |---------- |---------- Asus2 Big lake they called "Gitche Gumee" Em The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- (d)|---2------ |-----3---- |---2------ |---------- |---------- |---------- Asus2 When the skies of November turn gloomy, etc... Bridge: ====== Play the intro between verse sections. That is, after: "...could it be the north wind theyd bin feelin'", "...came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" (twice here), "...with the gales of November remembered", and "...when the gales of November come early" The Chords: (relative to the capo, which is the zero fret, or nut) ========== Asus2 A11 Dsus4 D (nut is 3rd fret) =========== =========== =========== =========== | | | | | | | | | | O | | | | | | | | | | | | | |-|-|-|-|-| 4|-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| | | O O | | | | | O | | | | | O | | | | | O | O |-|-|-|-|-| 5|-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| | | | | | | | | O | | | | | | | O O | | | | O | |-|-|-|-|-| 6|-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |-|-|-|-|-| 7|-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- Em =========== =========== | | | | | | | | | | | | |-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| | O | | | | | O O | | | |-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| O | | | | O | | | | | | |-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| | | | | | | | | | | | | |-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| The Full Lyrics (thanks to Brian Ross) =============== The legend lives on from the chippewa on down Of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee" The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty. That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the "Gales of November" came early. The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ships bell rang Could it be the north wind theyd been feelin' The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too, Twas the witch of November come stealin. The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the Gales of November came slashin. When afternoon came it was freezin rain In the face of a hurricane west wind. When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin. "Fellas, its too rough to feed ya." At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said "Fellas, its been good tknow ya" The captain wired in he had water comin in And the good ship and crew was in peril. And later that night when is lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Does any one know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours' The searches all say theyd have made Whitefish Bay If theyd put fifteen more miles behind her. They might have split up or they might have capsized; May have broke deep and took water. And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters. Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion. Old Michigan steams like a young mans dreams; The islands and bays are for sportsmen. And farther below Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her, And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the Gales of November remembered. In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, In the "Maritime Sailors Cathedral." The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee". "Superior", they said, "never gives up her dead When the Gales of November come early!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Once again, a hundred thousand *MORE* apologies to Brian Ross who obviously spent a long time on this -- heck, its still worth getting just for the great lyric chart alone!!! Also, apologies to those who were confused by my post. Ill be more careful! Its just that, played "correctly" :^), this song sounds so eerie, that you can give yourself goose bumps. Its even worth buying a 12-string JUST TO PLAY THIS SONG! P.S. Any big GL fans' Id still love to hear from you! Matthew Fifer mfifer@merle.acns.nwu.edu

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