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Date: Thu, 15 Jun 1995 12:14:49 -0500 (CDT)
From: Chris Bray <cbray@comp.uark.edu>
Subject: Chord: "Gene Clark" by Teenage Fanclub

"Gene Clark"

From: The Man from La Mancha <9452301@lewis.sms.ed.ac.uk>

( start- THIRTEEN VERSION)

D     A
Em       D         A            A       ( about thirteen times)
G

D                                     G                         
When the circle finally formed, 
        A                      D
you called me up
       D              G                     A
the only one making sense.
   G               A                  D                  G
I can't work out what i want to say,
  G                           A                         D
I bury my thoughts in the ground
Em      G                     A
All the seeds you sew,
              Bm                 G                       A    G
are just looking for a space to grow.
     D         G                A             G                       
So sleep, sleep, and lay your white body down
D   G   A   G
D          G                A             G                      
Sleep, sleep, and lay your white body down
D   G   A   G( x5) ( after first with mandolin bit)
D                 G                    A    G
No matter what you do,
D       G                        A    G
 it all returns to you.
D                 G                       A   G
No matter what you say, 
D                 G                      A    G
you'll hear it all someday.


(mix last four lines with sleep, sleep bit to fade)



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You don't know how you move me, deconstruct me, and consume me, I'm all
used up, I'm out of luck, I am starstruck, By something in your eyes.
That is keeping my hope alive.   - Matthew Sweet
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