Tightrope Stone Roses
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Date: Mon, 4 Sep 1995 21:32:49 -0500 (CDT)
From: I dream of genelee
corrected/additions: David B Gels
Subject: stone_roses ightrope2.crd
This is my attempted correction of Gene's Tightrope by the stone roses.
He did all the work for this, I just came up with a couple chords where
he didn't have any......all credit goes to him....
Tightrope
It
My gol
She kn
In the half light of morning
In our world between the sheets
I swear I saw her angel wing
My vision was complete
And I kn
Can there be m
World than the j
Watching you slee
I don't know
Won't someone tell me my
Or just scr
And re
Will the sun shine all
Sweetness and light
Or burn us to a cinder
Our third stone satellite
On my
And it's a
Shes all that ever mattered
And all that ever will
My cup in runneth over
I'll never drink my fill
The boats in the harbour
Slip from their chains
And head for new horizons
Lets do the same
Input is welcome and appreciated....
Dave B. Gels
Aviation
University of North Dakota
From: I dream of genelee
corrected/additions: David B Gels
Subject: stone_roses ightrope2.crd
This is my attempted correction of Gene's Tightrope by the stone roses.
He did all the work for this, I just came up with a couple chords where
he didn't have any......all credit goes to him....
Tightrope
CYou should have been an angelIt
Bwould've suited CyouMy gol
Bd leafed tCripticu angelShe kn
Bows just wChat to doC In the half light of morning
In our world between the sheets
I swear I saw her angel wing
My vision was complete
And I kn
Bow I'll never wantCAnother lover myC sweetCan there be m
Bore in thisWorld than the j
Coy of justWatching you slee
GpI don't know
Gjust what to feelWon't someone tell me my
CLoves reBal C C B CCAre we etched in stoneOr just scr
Batched in the sandCWaiting for the waves to comeAnd re
BtuCrn the ClandWill the sun shine all
Sweetness and light
Or burn us to a cinder
Our third stone satellite
CI'm on a tightrope babyBNine miles highCStriding through the cloudsOn my
Bribbon Cin the sCkyCI'm on a tightrope babyBOne thing I've foundCI don't know how to stopAnd it's a
Blong lGong loCngBLong wayC downC Shes all that ever mattered
And all that ever will
My cup in runneth over
I'll never drink my fill
The boats in the harbour
Slip from their chains
And head for new horizons
Lets do the same
Input is welcome and appreciated....
Dave B. Gels
Aviation
University of North Dakota


