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Writing The Ways Down by Jetplane Landing
Writing The Ways Down
Capo:no capo
I play it drop D becasue it makes the chorus sound better
Verse 1
The fist two chords are strummed and the last one picked, I can't tell if its the
11 on
D or 9 on the A for the last note of the run down, but either sounds fine
Asus2 Esus2 C#m/F#
--0-------7----------------------------------------|
--0-------7------9----9----------------------------|
--2-------9-------9-----9-------------<5>- <------| this harmonic just before
--2-------9--------11-----11-----------------------| the chorus
--0-------7----9---(9)----(9)-etc.-----------------|
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Chorus
all palm muted. Another guitar does some distorted stuf based around this
"Oh father make me....."
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-4-4-4-4--2-2----7-7-7-7--2-4--------|
-4-4-4-4--2-2----7-7-7-7--2-4--------|
-4-4-4-4--2-2----7-7-7-7--2-4--------|
Verse 2
Same chords as before for guitar 1, the second guitar does some picking around
the
then there is a riff that goes something like this over the C#m/F#
--12-------9--------|
-----12-9-----------|
--------------11----| X2
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Chorus 2
Same again
Breakdown
Part 1
"There is no profit in this isolation...."
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-----------------------------------8---| Plenty of times
----------9---9-9-9-9-9---------9--9---|
---/4--7----------------/4----7--------|
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Part 2
Guitar 1
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-9/11--11/14--14/16-------------------|
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Guitar 2
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------------------|After the last chord there is often just noise, which you
------------------|can get by struming the open strings
--4---2----7---9--|
--4---2----7---9--|
--4---2----7---9--|
Both guitars end the breakdown with
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--11-11-11-11-11-9--|
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--9--9--9--9--9--7--|
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Final chorus
Goes like this
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---------------------------------------14--13--12-11----14--13--12-11--|
--11-11-11-11--9-9---6-6-6-6--9-11--11---11--11-------11--11--11-------|
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--9--9--9--9---7-7---4-4-4-4--7-9--------------------------------------|
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-----------------------------------------14--13--12-11----14--13--12-11-|
--11-11-11-11--13-13---6-6-6-6--9-11--11---11--11-------11--11--11------|
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--9--9--9--9---11-11---4-4-4-4--7-9-------------------------------------|
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The last couple of times there is something else on guitar 2 over the kast 2
octaves
might be, but its pretty quite so I can't tell 100%
B----14p13p12p11----|
G-11----------------|
I am, I am, I am
So full, so full of emptiness
I sit alone in airport gloom
Not like the journeys planned in '98
I wonder when the switch was flipped
But no process of elimination will ever dam this search for reason
Oh father make me a lethal instrument of words so deadly they will never mount a counter-attack
I'll give it a name
I'll tend it tenderly
Collate its messages of solace for the tired and spent
Conformed and afraid more than we've ever been
And as your requiem a patient undivided offense
I flick through words you inked in blue
I wonder why some have been underlined
We congregated there at noon and shifted awkardly from foot to foot
While 'sweet and low' knells out its groove you were the essence of a celebration
There is an irony in its lack of volume
There is no profit in this isolation
Make everyday seem like the last
And in the chaos of our own decisions what use is a safe place to land?
They stole our language
Whitewashed our history
I choose to write it down
I choose to write it down
Eviscerated
Now all is entropy
I choose to write it down
I choose to write it down
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