#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # From: ZooTVFly@aol.com Date: Tue, 6 Feb 1996 16:46:48 -0500 Subject: "Sunday Bloody Sunday" by U2 "Sunday Bloody Sunday" Riff [A] Bm D G ---------2----------2----------0----------0----- ------3----3----3----2-----3---3-----3----3--- ---4----------2----------0---------0----------0- Solo (this is the basic structure...listen to WAR and you'll hear it...most of the notes havce an open string above or below it but i'm too lazy to tab it out...): E-12-12-12-10-10---12-12-12-10-10- B------------------------------------------------ E------------------------------------------------ B-12-12-12-10-10---12-12-12-10-10- E------------------------------------------------ B-10-10-10--8--8--8--7--7--7--5--5--5- E------------------------------------------------ B-3--3--5--3--2--0-------------------------- E------------------------------------------------- B---0-2-3-2-3-5-3-5-7-5-7-8-7-8-10-8- G-2---------------------------------------------- E---10-10--9-------------------------------- B-10-12-10-12------------10-12-12--- (Intro-Riff A) Bm D G I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away D How long? Em How long must we sing this song? D Em How long, how long? B D G 'Cause tonight we can be as one, tonight! Broken bottles under children's feet Bodies strewn across the dead-end street But I won't heed the battle call It puts my back up against the wall Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday And the battle's just begun There's many lost, but tell me who has won? The trenches dug within our hearts And mother's children, brothers, sisters torn apart Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday Wipe the tears from your eyes Wipe your tears away Wipe your bloodshot eyes Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday And it's true we are immune When fact is fiction and T.V. is reality And today the millions cry We eat and drink while tomorrow they die The real battle just begun To claim the victory Jesus won, On Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday... during the B D G progression, you can add in an A at the end to make it sound cool... send notes, corrections, comments, flames, etc. to: ZooTVFly@aol.com BEFORE Feb. 15, 1996 amorse@waterw.com AFTER Feb. 15, 1996