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FELIX & ADELITA - Franz Nicolay (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5ITOd9hybw)
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http://www.franznicolay.com/
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Tuning:E A D G B E

               F
She called him Felix
             Am
Which meant 'lucky' to her
Dm                                C
   He was a middle-distance runner
Bb                           Am
She didn't take him seriously
                   Bb                     C
But shifted in her seat when he walked by

               F
He thought her plain
    Am                 Dm
But sensual in some way
                                  C            Bb Am
She licked the corner of her mouth thoughtfully
                              Bb C
Wore her skirts above the knee

   F                                Am                         Dm
He told her a story about a pair of green and gold yarn gloves
                    C
That he'd been given
                       Bb
It was a sting of recognition
                  Am                       Bb
She realized he'd given those gloves to her
                        C                         F  Am
When he left it had the feel of a little tradition

     Bb
Lash solitude to the wind

But when you leave again
                                 F Am
Leave something of you with them
         Bb
Tie your fishing lines to the fence posts
                                F  Am
And do your best to reel them in

           Bb
The candle flickers
                               Dm     C
You measure morals by unsturdy things
     Bb                        C
Tear leaves off of the sycamore
                               Dm
Pin down the butterfly's wings

   F                              Am
"I never knew it got this cold in August
                Dm
Here in Tuscon"
                    C
"Only in the evening
                                  Bb
There's nothing here to hold the heat
                 Am
The sun goes down
                         Bb C
It floats off and is lost

   F
Anyway, you've got a jacket
        Am                          Dm
Tell me where you got that necklace"
                     C
He looked across the parking lot
                             Bb
At the path under the highway
                          Am                               Bb
At the mouth of it a man slung bags of cans across his back
                   C
He coughed, and he turned back to the table

    F                     Am                      Dm
She told him a story of a hand embroidered pillow
                 C
She'd been given
                            Bb
It was with a sting of recognition
                  Am                   Bb
He realized she'd given him that pillow
                         C                         F
When she left it had the feel of a little tradition

So lash solitude to the wind
But when you leave again
Leave something of you with the
Tie your fishing lines to fence posts
And do your best to reel them in

The candle flickers
You measure morals by unsturdy things
Tear leaves off of the sycamore
And pin down the butterfly's wings