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From: magnus.ring@udac.se (Magnus Ring)

Beestung (K. Hersh)
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Pick this pattern :

e-----------------------------------------------------------------
b-------3---------------------3-----------------3----------3------
g-------------0----------2----------------0----------------------0
d------------------0---------------------------------2------------
a-----------------------------------3-----------------------------
E-3---------------------------------------------------------------

  Start with your fingers, they     finger     the   change ...

or strum these chords :

e-3----------------2----------------3----------------3------------
b-3----------------3----------------3----------------3------------
g-0----------------2----------------0----------------0------------
d-0----------------0----------------2----------------2------------
a-2---------------------------------3----------------0------------
E-3---------------------------------------------------------------

  Start with your fingers, they     finger  the      change ....


Start with your fingers, they finger the change
that carries you home in the evening
You're beestung there

Press your palm to your snowcoated thought cage
Carries me over your thinking
You're beestung there

Between the tall buildings are snowcoated alleys
Between us is nothing but grace
Snow rides the wind down and drives past the window
Falling all over your face
I fly out the window and then ride the wind down
You fit me into my place
You're beestung here

Start with your eyes when they eye me in twilight
Picking up pieces of mine
Tie me up with the twine in your eyelight
String me from heaven to time
You beestung me

Between the tall buildings are snowcoated alleys
Between us is nothing but grace
Help me up when you hear me behind you
Falling all over the place
It's not too late
It's not too late
It's not too late