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From: eermih@dct.ac.uk

Cupid's got A Brand New Gun -- Michael Penn

Transcribed by MH and RF from the album "March".

The song is in the key of C#m although I suspect that it might be easier
to play with a capo on 2 and using Bm etc shapes.  The song is in 6/8 time.

I've mostly only put chords but there are a few lines marked with
asterisks that have TAB tips at the end of the file.

INTRO:
123456123456123456123456123456123456123456123456123456123456
C#m   A     C#m   A     C#m   A  B  E     A     E     A

VERSE 1:
C#m                    A
    It's hiding in the corner
C#m                 A
    of every sacred place
C#m              A              B
    before the ambush you won't want to
E                       A               E    E/B     A              **
    recognise its face
C#m                    A
    It slithers like a viper
C#m               A
    readies its attack
C#m                      A     B
    tears your flesh and soul apart then
    E                 A                 E    E/B     A
    clings on to your back
A               G#7/C                                               ***
    not till it turns away can you
    C#m              C#m/B
    feel the pain of all the damage done
A               G#7/C                  C#m
    and you may notice that this quick opiate
          C#m/B               A
    might wear the wings of angels
                    G#7/C               C#m  E     . A B E . .      ****
    that's when you realise you've been shot down
F#m     E/G#     A        F#m   E   B                               *****
    wounded unto death by something called
C#m   A     C#m   A     C#m   A  B  E     A
love  (____________instrumental__________________)

VERSE 2:
C#m                    F#m
    It followed you to hell, Ange
C#m                A
    a double-agent who
C#m                     A     B
    will listen to your every lie
        E             A
    and never tell on you
     E                  A
    just whisper to you true
C#m               A7
    promises you silk things
C#m                           A
    but burns the clothes you wear
C#m                    A     B
    gives you leave in heaven
            E                  A
    and you scream that it's unfair
       E               A
    to force you to compare
A                   G#7/C
    but not till it turns away
            C#m
    can you feel the pain of
    C#m/B
    all the damage done
A               G#7/C
    and you may notice that
               C#m
    this quick opiate
          C#m/B               A
    might wear the wings of angels
                    G#7/C               C#m  E    . A B E . .
    that's when you realise you've been shot down
F#m     E/G#     A        F#m   E   B      C#m
    wounded unto death by something called love
C#m             C#m  E     . A B E . .
    you've been shot down
F#m     E/G#     A        F#m   E   B      E
    wounded unto death by something called love...


TABS for tricky bits:

**
  E   .   .   E/B .   .
E-0-----------0-----------|
B-0-----------0-----------|
G-1-----------1-----------|
D-2-----------2-----------|
A-2-----------2-----------|
E-0-------4-----------0---|

***
I play G#7/C as  E  4   -- one of the reasons why I think a capo might help!
                 B  4
                 G  5
                 D  4
                 A  3
                 E  x
****
  .   A   B   E   .   .
E-x---0---2---5---x---x---|
B-x---2---4---6---x---x---|
G-x---2---4---5---x---x---|
D-x---2---4-------x---x---|
A-x---------------x---x---|
E-x---------------x---x---|

*****
  A   .   .   F#m E   B
E-0-----------2---5---2---|
B-2---0-------2---6---4---|
G-2-------2---2---5---4---|
D-2-----------4---4-------|
A-0-----------------------|
E-0-----------------------|
..death   by something called..
________________________________________________________________________
Malcolm Hannah  (eermih@dct.ac.uk)                      Dundee, Scotland