#----------------------------------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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## VIRGINIA WOOLF (Emily Saliers) ------------------------------ [Tuning: DADGBC] For the intro, I'm making up some chord names. I'm calling 3x3000 "F(#4/9)," meaning "F with an added sharp 4th and a 9th," and I'm calling 2x2000 "Em(addC)," meaning "Em with a C added." The songbook calls them "G7/F" and "Cmaj7/E," but I don't think that does them justice. FIRST SECTION: F(#4/9) F(#4/9) Em(addC) Em(addC) C --------0-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|--------0-------| B ------0---0-----|------0---0-----|------0---0-----|------0---0-----| PLAY G ----0-------0---|----0-------0---|----0-------0---|----0-------0---| FIVE D --3-----------3-|--3-----------3-|--2-----------2-|--2-----------2-| TIMES A ----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| D 3---------------|3---------------|2---------------|2---------------| ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . F(#4/9) F(#4/9) G(4) G(4) C --------0-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|--------0-------| B ------0---0-----|------0---0-----|------0---0-----|------0---0-----| G ----0-------0---|----0-------0---|----0-------0---|----0-------0---| D --3-----------3-|--3-----------3-|--2-----------2-|--2-----------2-| A ----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| D 3---------------|3---------------|2---------------|2---------------| ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . (slowing) INSTRUMENTAL BEFORE VERSE: G/B (143121@7) C (x32010@1) Fsus2 (xx1341@3)C (x32010@1) Gsus (3x0013@1)D7/F# (200212@1) Fsus2C (xx1341@3)----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| B ----------------|--1-------1-----|----3-----1-----|--1-----1-------| G ----0-----0-----|0-------0-------|--0-----0-------|--------0=2=0---| D --0-----2---2-3-|----2-------2---|5-----4-------3-|------3-------3-| A 2-----3---------|----------------|----------------|----------------| D ----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . (Use this pattern for most of the verse.) G/B (143121@7) C (x32010@1) Fsus2 (xx1341@3)C (x32010@1) Gsus (3x0013@1)D7/F# (200212@1) Fsus2C (xx1341@3)----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| B ----------------|--1-------1-----|----3-----1---1-|----------------| G ----0-----0-----|0-------0-------|--0-----0-----0-|----------------| D --0-----2---2-3-|----2-------2---|5-----4-----4-3-|----------------| A 2-----3---------|----------------|----------------|----------------| D ----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^(They published...) G/B (143121@7)C (x32010@1)Fsus2 (xx1341@3)C (x32010@1) Gsus (3x0013@1) D7/F# (200212@1) Fsus2They (xx1341@3)published your diary, and that's how I got to know you G/B (143121@7) C (x32010@1) Fsus2 (xx1341@3) C (x32010@1) Gsus (3x0013@1)D7/F# (200212@1)Fsus2The (xx1341@3)key to the room of your own and a mind without end G/B (143121@7)C (x32010@1)Fsus2 (xx1341@3) C (x32010@1) Gsus (3x0013@1) D7/F# (200212@1) Fsus2And (xx1341@3)here's a young girl on a kind of a telephone line through time G/B (143121@7) C (x32010@1) Fsus2 (xx1341@3) C (x32010@1) Gsus (3x0013@1)D7/F# (200212@1)Fsus2And (xx1341@3)the voice at the other end comes like a long-lost friend [In the chorus, each chord is half a measure; F=303210, G(4)/F=303000, G(4)=5x5430, and G=5x500x. Strum the chords.] F (133211@1) G(4)/F F (133211@1) G(4)/F G(4) G (320003@1) G(4) So I know I'm all right, and my life will come, my life will go G(4) F (133211@1) G(4)/F F (133211@1) G(4)/F G(4) G (320003@1) G(4) Still I feel it's all right, 'cause I just got a letter to my soul G(4) F (133211@1) G(4)/F FAnd (133211@1)when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue G(4)/F G(4) G (320003@1) G(4)/F Empty pages for the no longer young, G(4)/F F (133211@1) F (133211@1) F (133211@1)F (133211@1) G(4) G(4) G(4) G(4) The apathy of time laughs in my face, you say, "each life has its place" [Now play the verse pattern again.] [That's all I'm going to type out for now; so far as I know, all the verses and choruses have the same chords.] Lyrics: Some will strut and some will fret, see this an hour on the stage Others will not but they'll sweat in their hopelessness and their rage We're all the same, the men of anger and women of the page They published your diary, and that's how I got to know you The key to the room of your own and a mind without end And here's a young girl on a kind of a telephone line through time And the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend So I know I'm all right, and my life will come, my life will go Still I feel it's all right, 'cause I just got a letter to my soul And when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue, empty pages for the no longer young The apathy of time laughs in my face; you say, "each life has its place" The hatches were battened, the thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed The battles surrounded the white flag of your youth But if you need to know that you weathered the storm of cruel mortality A hundred years later, I'm sitting here living proof So you know you're all right; and your life will come, and life will go Still you feel it's all right; someone will get a letter to your soul And when your whole life is on the tip of your tongue, empty pages for the no longer young The apathy of time laughed in your face; did you hear me say, "each life has its place" The place where you hold me is dark in a pocket of truth The moon has swallowed the sun and the light of the earth And so it was for you when the river eclipsed your life And sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me, and it was my rebirth So we know we're all right, though life will come and life will go Still you'll feel it's all right; someone will get a letter to your soul And when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue, empty pages for the no longer young You'll say it's all right; each life has its place And you said it's all right; each life has its place And it's all right.... - Adam Schneider, schn0170@maroon.tc.umn.edu
