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Drawing Flies

Soundgarden

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Date: Fri, 3 Apr 1998 15:45:49 -0600
From: ponies2@computek.net (Keith Barron)
Subject: Drawing Flies - Soundgarden



Drawing Flies
Tuning - Standard

Intro (6/4):        (1/4?) 
G||---7--7-7-7-7--||-8\--||
D||o--7--7-7-7-7-o||-8\--||
A||o--5--5-5-5-5-o||-6\--||
E||---------------||-----||

Play the D chord for about 5? bars and then slide down.

Riff 1 (6/4): 
A||-----------------------------------||
E||--3-0-0-0-0--3-0-0--6\5-0---0-0-0--||

Riff 2 (4/4): 
A||-----------------5--9-|--9--7----------7\--||
E||--3-0-0-0-0--5h7----7-|--7--5----------5\--||

Riff 3 (4/4): 
A||------------------5--|----7-------||
E||--3-0-0-0-0--0--4----|--6---------||

Riff 4 (6/4): 
G||--------------------7---7-7-7-7--||
D||--------------------7---7-7-7-7--||
A||--------------------5---5-5-5-5--||
E||--3-0-0-0-0---0--0---------------||

That's it.
Figure out where the riffs go...not that hard.
Some other dude figured most of this out.

DRAWING FLIES 

Sitting here like uninvited company
Wallowing in my own obscenities
I share a cigarette with negativity
Sitting here like wet ashes with X's in my eyes
And drawing flies

Bathed in perspiration drowned my enemies
Used my inspiration for a guillotine
I fire a loaded mental cannon to the page
Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial
Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride
Sitting here like wet ashes with X's in my eyes
And drawing flies

Hey what you yellin' about
Conditions, permission, mirrored self-affliction
Hey what you yellin' about
Sadists' co-addiction, perfect analogies
Hey what you yellin' about
Conditions, permission, mirrored self-affliction

Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial
Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride
Sitting here like wet ashes with X's in my eyes
And drawing flies