Kevan’s Guitar Tabs

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Nebraska Cornhuskers

Artist:  Audioslave

 

 

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Song:             Audioslave
Album:           Out of Exile
Year:              2005

Tuning:          EADGBe

Intro:              | E | A |   2x

 

Verse:

E                             A 

I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost

E                          A

Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

E                          A

With a graveyard tan carrying a cross

E                          A

Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

E                       A

I like studying faces in a parking lot

E                          A

Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

E                         A

I like driving backwards in the fog

E                           A

Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

 

Chorus:

 

E                   D     A                    Em

The things that I've loved the things that I've lost

E                    D      A         Em

The things I've held sacred that I've dropped

E          D        A       Em

I won't lie no more you can bet

E               D          A            E

I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

 

Verse:

 

E                    A

I like gypsy moths and radio talk

E                           A

Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

E                           A

I like gospel music and canned applause

E                           A

Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

E                           A

I like colorful clothing in the sun

E                           A

Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

E                           A

I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues

E                           A

Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

 

 

CHORUS

 

 

Bridge:

 

Dm

Bend and shape me

C

I love the way you are

A      Am

Slow and sweetly

G             E

Like never before

Dm

Calm and sleeping

C

We won't stir up the past

A  Am

So descretely

G             E

We won't look back

 

 

CHORUS

 

 

Verse:

 

E                           A

I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars

E                           A

Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

E                           A

I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours

E                           A  E

If it doesn't remind me of anything