Is It Really by Smiths #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Date: Sun, 19 Nov 95 13:20:40 EST From: Winston Campbell Subject: IS IT REALLY SO STRANGE? by The Smiths Is It Really So Strange? (Morrissey/Marr) This is a pretty standard Smiths song. Of course Marr improvises a lot by playing the E chord on the fourth fret while he has another guitar playing an open E chord. A note: When playing the E chord during the verses, to get that one note drone, make sure you play the note G on the lower E string and bend it (with your pinky) to give it that bluesy flavour. Intro: E E E A B E I left the North I traveled South I found a tiny house A B E I can~t help the way I feel A B E oh yes you can kick me and you can punch me and you can break my face A B E but you won~t change the way i feel A E Cause i love you G#m C#m F#m B E And is it really so strange? G#m C#m F#m B E Oh, is it really so strange? G#m C#m F#m B-Bb-A Oh, is it really so, really so strange? B I say NO, you say YES D (but you will still change your mind) D-Eb- E I left the South I traveled North I got confused- I killed a horse A B E I can~t help the way I feel A B E Oh yes, you can punch me and you can buck me and you can break my spine A B E but you won~t change the way I feel A E Cause I love you G#m C#m F#m B E And is it really so strange? G#m C#m F#m B E Oh, is it really so strange? G#m C#m F#m B-Bb-A Oh, is it really so, really so strange? B I say NO, you say YES D (but you will still change your mind) D-D-Eb-E E E A B E I left the North again I left the South again I got confused- I killed a nun A B E I CAN~T HELP THE WAY I FEEL A B E I CAN~T HELP THE WAY I FEEL A B E I CAN~T HELP THE WAY I FEEL A E (I lost my bag in Newport Pagnell) G#m C#m F#m B E Why is the last mile the hardest mile G#m C#m F#m B E My throat was dry, with the sun in my eyes G#m C#m F#m B-Bb-A And I realised, I realised That I could never B D D-D-Eb-E I could never, never, never go home again Questions, comments, criticisms. Feel free to email me. Bye-bye... www.TAB6.com