artist : yves klein blue
song : gin sling
album : ragged & ecstatic ( 2009 )
tabbed by : cambell doyle
E – mail : cambelldoyle@hotmail . com
tuning : standard
A
closer to death
Bm
been many miles since we last met
E F#m D A
still , it seems like i stood still as time passed by
A
that year my pride did sting
Bm
’cause for a young man , it’s a terrible thing
E F#m D A
to realise for the first time that his mother was right
Bm F#m D A
oh this old gin sling will keep me satisfied
Bm F#m D A
ah yeah , the cold air won’t blow and i can close my eyes
A
ah she came to me
Bm
her eyes full of sorrow and empty of sleep
E F#m D A
and asked how it seemed i’d been doing alright ( and i laughed )
A
it was a trick that she taught me
Bm
i drink so that i sleep without having dreams
E F#m D A
and when i wake up in the morning , oh it is all i can do to survive
Bm F#m D A
oh this old gin sling keeps me satisfied
Bm F#m D A
though it hurts me more than i know and takes away my mind
F#m D A E
oh but the closer i get to home , fills me with dread just to know
F#m D A
i’ll be alone with a bottle on the shelf
all right . . .
A Bm E F#m D A
A Bm E F#m D A
but i put it down , just as soon as i realised
D A F#m
oh that the hard times , they don’t get better
D A F#m
when life goes in the shadows of memories
F#m E
the dark times make it hard to remember
D A
all the reasons the good times ended
D A F#m
we remain where others cannot dwell
D A F#m
it’s not our place to fall where they fell
F#m E A
do you really think that makes anyone happy but yourself?
Bm F#m D A
oh this old gin sling left me high and dry
Bm F#m D A
so i put it back on the shelf for a little while
F#m D A
ah but i still pull it down every now and again
E F#m D A
not to toast what’s gone before , but to all that remains , yeah
F#m D A
oh always lost in memory , never to forget
E F#m D A
laying low with those ghosts is my only regret
end
artist : yves klein blue
song : gin sling
album : ragged & ecstatic ( 2009 )
tabbed by : cambell doyle
E – mail : cambelldoyle@hotmail . com
tuning : standard
A
closer to death
Bm
been many miles since we last met
E F#m D A
still , it seems like i stood still as time passed by
A
that year my pride did sting
Bm
’cause for a young man , it’s a terrible thing
E F#m D A
to realise for the first time that his mother was right
Bm F#m D A
oh this old gin sling will keep me satisfied
Bm F#m D A
ah yeah , the cold air won’t blow and i can close my eyes
A
ah she came to me
Bm
her eyes full of sorrow and empty of sleep
E F#m D A
and asked how it seemed i’d been doing alright ( and i laughed )
A
it was a trick that she taught me
Bm
i drink so that i sleep without having dreams
E F#m D A
and when i wake up in the morning , oh it is all i can do to survive
Bm F#m D A
oh this old gin sling keeps me satisfied
Bm F#m D A
though it hurts me more than i know and takes away my mind
F#m D A E
oh but the closer i get to home , fills me with dread just to know
F#m D A
i’ll be alone with a bottle on the shelf
all right . . .
A Bm E F#m D A
A Bm E F#m D A
but i put it down , just as soon as i realised
D A F#m
oh that the hard times , they don’t get better
D A F#m
when life goes in the shadows of memories
F#m E
the dark times make it hard to remember
D A
all the reasons the good times ended
D A F#m
we remain where others cannot dwell
D A F#m
it’s not our place to fall where they fell
F#m E A
do you really think that makes anyone happy but yourself?
Bm F#m D A
oh this old gin sling left me high and dry
Bm F#m D A
so i put it back on the shelf for a little while
F#m D A
ah but i still pull it down every now and again
E F#m D A
not to toast what’s gone before , but to all that remains , yeah
F#m D A
oh always lost in memory , never to forget
E F#m D A
laying low with those ghosts is my only regret
end
