Autoforwarded: false Content-Type: TEXT Importance: normal Priority: non-urgent Ua-Content-Id: 116823321800 X-Hop-Count: 1 Date-Warning: Date header was inserted by mrgate.uwyo.edu The Fisherman's Song (Arr. Silly Wizard) This song follows a rather straight forward fingerpicking convention. And as it is a ballad, it tends to sound a little better off skin, than plastic Anyhow..real easy, good practice for budding pickers, bass note with thumb, followed by the next three notes on index, middle, and ring respectively. (Well, you may not play like that, but its how I learned, do whatever works best). The whole song follows through using very straight forward chords. This is a demo TAB of the first line or so, T i m r m i T i m r etc.... Am- - - - - C- (x32010@1)- - - - C(still) (x32010@1)- Dm- - - - - Dm- - - - - Am- etc.. e|-------0-----------0-----------0-----------1-----------1--------------------| B|-----1---1-------1---1-------1---1-------3---3-------3---3------------------| G|---2-------2---0-------0---0-------0---2-------2---2-------2---2-Etcetera---| D|-------------------------------------0-----------0--------------------------| A|-0-----------3-----------3-----------------------------------0--------------| E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------| ...storm torn Shoreline a woman is -- Standing -----------------------------| the Spray Anyhow, here are the lyrics to this song. INTRO Enough Am pluckings to sound okay..song is in 4/4, so play three, and have a little tacet to set things off. (tacet) Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1) DmBy (xx0231@1)the storm torn shoreline, a woman is standing Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1) AmThe (x02210@1)spray strung like jewels in the air Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1) DmAnd (xx0231@1)the sea near the rocks, near that desolate landing Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1) Dm (xx0231@1) AmAs (x02210@1)though it had known, she stood there CHORUS (Exact progression as above) For she had come down, to condemn that wild ocean For the murderous loss of her man His boat sailed out, on Wednsday mornin' And its feared she's gone down, with all hands. More Verses: Oh, and white were the wavecaps, and wild was their parting So fierce is(as) the warring of love But she prayed to the Gods, both of men and of sailors Not to cast their cruel nets o'er her love CHORUS SOLO (Sorry, can't remember how it goes -- exactly) Dm (xx0231@1) Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1) Ame|-------1---------------0---------------0---------------0-------------------| (x02210@1)B|-----3---3-----------1---1-----------1---1-----------1---1---1-------------| G|---2-------2---2---2-------2-------0-------0---0---2-------2---2-----------| D|-0---------------2-----------2-0-------------2-----------------------------| A|-------------0-------------------3---------------0-------------------------| E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| This is played up to four times, but usually only twice. There are some slight variations that can be played on this, but this is only important to note on the four time solo. (This is sorta something I made up, and may not be what is on the albulm, as there it is an accompniment of some flutes, etc. It does a good job of staying with the flow though) The exit to the solo is as follows from the last Am Ame|-------0---------------0---------------3---------------0-----------0-------| (x02210@1)B|-----1---1-----------1---1-----------0---0-----------1---1-------1---1-----| G|---2-------2-------0-------0---0---0-------0---0---2-------2---2-------2---| D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| A|-0-----------0-2-3-----------0---2---------------0-----------0-------------| E|---------------------------------------------3-----------------------------| Something is lost in the timing here, and I don't know how to transpose it correctly, listen to the CD, it is fairly close. There's a school on the hill, where the son's of dead fathers Are led towards tempests and gails Where their God given wings, are clipped close to their bodies And their eyes are bound round, with ship's sails. CHORUS What force leads a man, to a life filled with danger Aye, when seas are a mile, and are grand Its when need is his master, and poverty's no stranger And there's no other work to be found. CHORUS /------------------------+------------------------------------------------- |HIRSCHFB@CORRAL.UWYO.EDU|In the great state of Wyoming. O O | | or @POSSE.UWYO.EDU |"Wander Nebraska!" NE State Logo >@@< | | |"Find Yourself in Wyoming" WY State Logo / | ------------------------+-------------------------------------------------/ WISHING I WAS REALLY IN SCOTLAND RIGHT NOW! Plaid Rules! / ------------------------------------------------------------------------