Date: Wed, 17 Dec 1997 18:16:38 -0600
From: «Hughes, Mike»
Subject: TAB: «Blindfold» by Red House Painters
BLINDFOLD
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RED HOUSE PAINTERS
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album III
written by MARK KOZELEK
transcription by michael hughes 11/97 [email protected]
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DADFA#D tuning
3/4 time
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D—-1————|
A#————0—|
F———2——-|
D—————-|
A—-3————|
D—————-|
(intro 4x)
D—-1————|—————|—————|—————|
A#————0—|—————|—————|—————|
F———2——-|———-0—|———-0—|———-0—|
D—————-|——0——-|——1——-|——3——-|
A—-3————|—————|—————|—————|
D—————-|—0————|—1————|—3————|
«blood-ridden hands» type stuff
D—————-|—0————|
A#—————|——0——-|
F————0—|———-0—|
D———1——-|—————|
A—————-|—————|
D—-1————|—0————|
(turn-around 2x)
D—————-|—0————|—————|
A#—————|———-0—|———-0—|
F————0—|————0-|————0-|
D———3——-|——3——-|——1——-|
A—————-|—————|—————|
D—-3————|—0————|—1————|
«poor lost soul» type stuff
D————0—|———-0—|—————|
A#———0——|———0—0-|—————|
F———4——-|——0——-|—————|
D——5——-5-|—-3———|—5————|
A—————-|—————|—————|
D—-5————|—3————|—5————|
(plus this repeating turn-around) (then)
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. . .
THE ELECTRIC RIFF:
barre V—— III———-
D————5—|—3————|
A#—————|——4—4—|
F————7—|—5—5—5—|
D———-5——|———-3—|
A——6/7——-|—————|
D—————-|—————|
THE FOLLOWING MOVABLE CHORD FORMS (THE ROOT IS IN THE BASS)
CAN BE USED ALONG WITH THE ABOVE RIFF FOR THE REST OF THE SONG
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O O O | | | | | O O O |
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| | | O | | | O | | | |
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A# D# F D#
what possessed you not to include me
A# D# F D#
how have you failed to invite me
A# D# F D#
how could you laugh with her in that theatre
A# C C#
when you’re off and i’m alone
A# C F# F D#
when you’re off and i’m alone, alone, alone
THE END INSANITY IS REPEATING A# C C# PATTERN
THE FINAL 3 CHORDS ARE F# F D#
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blood ridden hands are the first things
to come through the bed
when all the pain in your life
comes to a head
poor lost soul
with no place to go
wait until winter
and you’ll know
three years fold through your lies untold
innocence undoes her blindfold
who else’s hands have touched
who i best understand
held close the neck and waist
of my adult orphan
this summer ends
the evenings we spent
life under china dinner din
wishes best to mystery address
i found deep in your occult key chest
on my suicide cloud
left me in the pit of my morning pout
an emptiness throughout
this scarred and sullied soul you threw out
what possessed you not to include me
how have you failed to invite me
how could you laugh with her in that theatre
when you’re off and i’m alone
