Аккорды Bruce Cockburn - Waiting for the moon

 Cs:
   F: 033200
   F: 577600
   G: 799800
 C#m: 244200
 B#m: 466400
 F#m: 046630
 
 
 FBarT:
 
 Intro:
 Run1     C#m     run2    C#m     run2    F 
 |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// |
 
 Verse:
  C#m     C#m            C#m
 |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// | //// | //// | ////||
 Leather.....wall                kids.......ball
 
  F#m   F    F       F       B#m     B#m
 |  //  // |  //  // |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// ||
 Land here land there,  Quick....     spots...     grow...
 
 Chorus:
  C#m     run2    C#m     run2    C#m  F
 |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //  // ||
 Ohhh...  waiting.....
 
 
 Run1:
 
      F 
 
      /     /     /    /
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 |----2-0------------------|
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 |----2-2---2-2----2---4---|
 |----2-2---2-2----2---4---|
 ----------2---|
      |_|   |_|    |   ring
      pinch-----
 

 Run2:  (chorus)
 
       C#m C#m C#m - ring    
        /       /      /   /
 ----------0--------|
 ----------0--------|
 |------2--4----2--1---2--------|
 |------4--6----4--2---4--------|
 |------x--x----x--x---4--------|
 ----------2--------|
        |__|    |__| 
      wait-ing for the moon
 
 
 C#m C#m C#m - ring    
        /       /      /    /    
 ----------0------0--|--0----
 ----------0------0--|--0----
 |------2--4----2--1---2------2--|--1----
 |------4--6----4--2---4------4--|--2----
 |------x--x----x--x---4------4--|--2----
 ----------2------2--|--0----
        |__|    |__| 
      wait-ing for the moon   to    show
 
 
 LYRICS: this song is about an impending American gun boat invasion
 As tourists watch from the shoreline of a Central American beach.
 
 Body lies fluid in the static heat
 Thoughts buzzing like flies around the meat
 Land here  Land there  Quick circles in the air
 I'm riding smooth
 But just a little slow
 
 Chorus:
 Waiting for the moon
 Waiting for the moon  to show
 
 Leather faced old man by the cafe wall
 Kids in the surf, splashing with a soccer ball
 Baze thru  Curved lense
 Trying to identify  the sky's end
 Little spots on the horizon
 Into gunboats grow   [to chorus]
 
 Might be a party, might be a war
 When those faceless soldiers come ashore
 Speculation ends in wasted time
 May as well go, and have a glass of wine
 Cause whatever's comin'
 There's no place else to go  [to chorus]