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chorus/bridge part not quite right, but pretty close. If you fix it, let me know.
Mountain Goats - Love, Love, Love
Tuning: Standard
Intro: E A E A
King [E]Saul fell on his sword when it [A]all went wrong,
and J[E]oseph?s brothers sold him down the [B]river for a song,
and S[E]onny Liston rubbed some tiger b[A]alm into his glove.
some t[F#]hings you do for money and s[A]ome you do for love, love, l[E]ove.
[(E)] [A] [E] [A]
Ras[E]kolnikov felt sick but he co[A]uldn't say why
when he s[E]aw his face reflected in his v[B]ictim's twinkling eye.
some t[E]hings you'll do for money and s[A]ome you'll do for fun,
but the [F#]things you do for love are going to [A]come back to you [B]one by [E]one.
[(E)] [A]
[(A)]Love, love is going to lead you by the h[E]and
[A] into a white and soundless pl[E]ace.
[A] now we see things [F#]as in a mirror d[E]imly.
[A] then we shall see each other [B]face to face.
and [E]way out in Seattle young K[A]urt Cobain
s[E]nuck out to the greenhouse, put a [B]bullet in his brain.
s[E]nakes in the grass beneath our feet, [A]rain in the clouds above,
some m[F#]oments last forever, but [A]some flare up with love, love, l[E]ove.
[(E)] [A] [E] [A]
[E] [A] [E] [A]
chorus/bridge part not quite right, but pretty close. If you fix it, let me know.
Mountain Goats - Love, Love, Love
Tuning: Standard
Intro: E A E A
King [E]Saul fell on his sword when it [A]all went wrong,
and J[E]oseph?s brothers sold him down the [B]river for a song,
and S[E]onny Liston rubbed some tiger b[A]alm into his glove.
some t[F#]hings you do for money and s[A]ome you do for love, love, l[E]ove.
[(E)] [A] [E] [A]
Ras[E]kolnikov felt sick but he co[A]uldn't say why
when he s[E]aw his face reflected in his v[B]ictim's twinkling eye.
some t[E]hings you'll do for money and s[A]ome you'll do for fun,
but the [F#]things you do for love are going to [A]come back to you [B]one by [E]one.
[(E)] [A]
[(A)]Love, love is going to lead you by the h[E]and
[A] into a white and soundless pl[E]ace.
[A] now we see things [F#]as in a mirror d[E]imly.
[A] then we shall see each other [B]face to face.
and [E]way out in Seattle young K[A]urt Cobain
s[E]nuck out to the greenhouse, put a [B]bullet in his brain.
s[E]nakes in the grass beneath our feet, [A]rain in the clouds above,
some m[F#]oments last forever, but [A]some flare up with love, love, l[E]ove.
[(E)] [A] [E] [A]
[E] [A] [E] [A]
