Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997
From: Andi
Subject: Leeds chords for piano
To: INDIGO-GIRLS@NETSPACE.ORG
Leeds by Emily Saliers
Capital letters are chords, & lowercase letters are notes.
Here are the chords I used, in case you never learned how to play chords on
piano:
G--g b d
D--d f# a
F/C--c f a
C--c e g
F--f a c
Dm--d f a
G/D--d g b
X--b e a (I have no clue what the name of this is, so I called it X.)
Y--e g b (same thing)
Cm--c e flat g
Em/B--b e g
I play all chords as the high versions (above or directly below Middle C),
except where there's a * next to the chord/note, meaning I play the lower
version, & except & Y, which I always play low.
Intro:
G G g
D* D* d*
F/C* F/C* c*
d g flat
c e
G G g
D* D* d*
F/C* F/C* c*
d g flat
c e
G G D D C C d g flat c e
It's dark at 4 pm in Leeds
G G D D Dm Dm Dm Dm C
the steeples pierce the skylight till the last of it bleeds
G G D D F F C
The absent sound of another day as it recedes
C Dm C
into the shadows
G/D Dm C G
until it's nothing
G G D D C C d g flat c e
Fax papers slipped under the hotel room door
G G D D Dm Dm Dm Dm C
like food for the prisoner or the prospect to the whore
G G D D F F
Well fed and halfway drunk, I ache myself for more
C Dm C G C C C
until I'm shadows of myself until I'm nothing
C C Cm Cm X X
Sixteen black churches burning on the TV
C C Cm Cm X X X
all the way from Texas to Tennessee
C C Cm Cm X X
a politician locks my eye and says to me
C C Cm Cm Cm Cm C C C
there is no crisis here there's no conspiracy
G G D D F/C F/C F/C D C
I crave inertia, every move made so I can stop
G G D D Dm Dm Dm Dm Dm C
Whatever this madness is in me spinning like a top
G G D D F F
on a bed of anxiety over a deep dark drop
C C Dm C G
down into nothingness
C C G
into withoutyouness
C C Cm Cm X X
Was it ever so the evil creep like ivy,
C C Cm Cm X X
toe hold on the stronger half of nature's dichotomy
C C Cm Cm Em/B Em/B Em/B
Beating back a path through nothing more than pure insistence
C C Cm Cm C C
Until here becomes the distance
Piano solo:
G G g
D* D* d*
F/C* F/C* c*
d g flat
c e
G G g
D* D* d*
F/C* F/C* c*
d g flat
c e
(And something else that I can't figure out.)
G G G Y Y F F d g flat c e
Hold my head love I'm sick tonight
G G D D Dm Dm Dm Dm Dm C
find the open hole and press your finger there with all your might
G G D D F F
before the last ounce of my spirit bleeds
C Cm Em/B
onto the pristine sheets of the hotel bed in Leeds
That's it! It took longer than I thought to type it all out. If it looks
messed up on your screen, e-mail me, & I can try to send it as an attached
Word file or something. I hope this helped someone...
Andrea Lipman
e-mail: ablipman@sas.upenn.edu
homepage: http://www.sas.upenn.edu/~ablipman