Аккорды Bruce Cockburn - Waiting for the moon

   E: 033200
   A: 577600
   B: 799800
 F#m: 244200
 G#m: 466400
 C#m: 046630
 
 
 CHART:
 
 Intro:
 Run1     F#m     run2    F#m     run2    E 
 |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// |
 
 Verse:
  E      E       run1    F#m     F#m            F#m
 |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// | //// | //// | ////||
 Leather.....wall                kids.......ball
 
  E   C#m   B    E    A       A       G#m     G#m
 |  //  // |  //  // |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// ||
 Land here land there,  Quick....     spots...     grow...
 
 Chorus:
  F#m     run2    F#m     run2    F#m  E
 |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //// |  //  // ||
 Ohhh...  waiting.....
 

 Run1:
 
      E 
 
      /     /     /    /
 --------------|
 |----2-0------------------|
 |----1-1---2-1----2---2---|
 |----2-2---2-2----2---4---|
 |----2-2---2-2----2---4---|
 ----------2---|
      |_|   |_|    |   ring
      pinch-----
 
  
 Run2:  (chorus)
 
       F#m G#m  F#m E  F#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
 
 
 F#m G#m F#m E  F#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: 
 
 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
 Gaze 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]