FROM: BRAD MELBARDIS, *


IN THE INTRO, TREY SOMETIMES DOES THIS LIVE:
            SLIDE                                  x4
e--10-----10-----12-----10-----9-----7------------------------------------|
B------------------------------------------7------------------------------|
G---7------7------9------7-----6-----4------------------------------------|
D------------------------------------------4------------------------------|
A-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E-------------------------------------------------------------------------|

HERE ARE THE CHORDS FOR THE WHOLE SONG, EXCEPT THE INSTRUMENT BREAK OF COURSE.

THE CHORD FINGERINGS ARE:

    Bm7  A   E   E9   F#7#9
 E--7----x---x---7----9----|
 B--7----10--9---7----10---|
 G--7----9---9---7----9----|
 D--7----7---9---6----8----|
 A--9----x---x---7----9----|
 E--7----x---x---x----x----|



Bm7                      A  E
Aboard a craft bereft of oar
D
I rowed upstream to find Lenore
Bm7                  A
Abducted by a bandit or
          E          Bm7
A king from some forgotten war
Bm7                  A     E
And mindful of his larval craze
D
The rhinotropic micro-gaze
Bm7                    A
Ignored it and to my amazement 
   E                      Bm7     F#7#9                       
Rode to Paris in twelve days

CHOURUS:

Bm7                      A       E
This is the work of the guelah papyrus
Bm7                           A         E
Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus
Bm7                               A            E
Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan
E9                                                  F#7#9 
Expanding exponentially like some recursive viruS

She take me on, I never fail
To ride on the redundant rail
'Cause when I know she's switched a track
There's always one to take me back

And through the bedroom door intrude
A fretful frown and spoil the mood
'Cause though I never really stand that tall
She tilt my frame, she watch me fall

CHOURUS AGAIN THEN INTO THE BREAK.

[GUELAH (THE FLY)]

So maybe I could be a fly
And feed arachnid as I die
And view the ritual from within
The silken tunnel that they spin

And through the bedroom door intrude
A fretful frown and spoil the mood
'Cause though I never really stand that tall
She tilt my frame, she watch me fall


HAPPY JAMMIN'