#18597  by strumminsix
 
Okay, this one was painstaking to say the least.
Bobby moves at a lightening pace through the riffs.
Then is very quite as he compliments Jerry's leads.
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Picasso Moon by strumminsix

Intro	||: C#m B A B A F#m A / | A B / A :|| 4x 

(alternating riff 1 and riff 2)

(vocals come in as the B walks down to the A)

||: C# B A B A F#m A / | A B / A  :|| (w/ riff 1)
||: C# B A B A F#m A / | A B / A  :|| (w/ riff 2)
||: C# B A B A F#m D / | A B / A  :|| (w/ riff 1)
||: C# B A B A F#m A / | A B / A  :|| (w/ riff 2)
South of Market in the Land of Ruin, you'll find all manner of action.
Got your tinsel tigers in the metal room, stalking satisfaction.
Gottem packaged for love and money tattooed tots, chrome spike bunnies.
Pop on my mirror shades, the better to see, and roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey.

||: D / / / | B / / / |  %   | %   | B / / / | %  :||
I get the feeling when big things collide, like the crack before the thunder like I really ought to hide,
Here come metal angel she looks ready to ride. Whats that shes trying to show me?
Whats that shes trying to show me?

||: E / F# E |  %   |  %   | C# / / / |  %   | %   |  %   | %   |  %   | C#  r r r  :||   
Picasso Moon shattered light, diamond bullets ripping up the night, Picasso Moon liberate me
Ah life's infinite diversity, great amazing majesty.
And its bigger than a drive-in movie, oo-wee; bigger than a drive-in movie, oo-wee.

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Hangin' ten out on space and time, redefining distance.
The next skull on your necklace is mine, Cheap for such assistance.
I got a job trading bits for pieces, We make wrinkles advertise them a creases.
Please find my resignation enclosed, Roll with it, come on lets roll with it, honey.

Dark angel, what's bothering you, so strange you do me all that you do.
Dark angel your making me blue, I guess it doesn't matter, I guess it doesn't matter.

Picasso Moon, blinding ball, I feel the quickening, I hear the call, Picasso Moon fill the sky.
Amaze and blaze and mystify, on the lunar wind, I want to fly.

And its bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my, bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my.

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Strike the morning, atomic dawn, scramble back to cover.
Quick gotta get your sunglasses on, my little leather winged lover
I see you face printed on my money, your brazen ways really move me, honey.
Heart of darkness, yea, yea, oo, oo. Why am I laughing? This ain't funny.

Dark angel now just don't start, you'll break my spirit, you'll wreck my heart.
You must have a license for practicing art. I don't presume to imagine, don't presume to imagine

Picasso Moon fractal flame, blazing lace filling every frame, Picasso Moon wheels within wheels
The bells are ringing its way unreal, Tryin' to tell you 'bout just how it feels.

And its bigger than a drive-in movie, for real, bigger than a drive-in movie for real.

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||: E / F# E |  %   |  %   | C# / / /  :||   

Picasso Moon shattered light, diamond bullets ripping up the night, Picasso Moon liberate me.
Picasso Moon, blinding ball, I feel the quickening, I hear the call, Picasso Moon fill the sky.
Picasso Moon fractal flame, blazing lace filling every frame, Picasso Moon wheels within wheels.
Picasso Moon, shining bright, the universe is working fine tonight, Picasso Moon illuminate me.

  Riff 1			   Riff 2
E -------------------|---------------------
B -------------------|-------------12-10---
G ------8--9-8-------|------8--9-8---------
D ---/9--9-----9-7---|---/9--9-------------
A -------------------|---------------------
E -------------------|---------------------

 #18605  by hobbsy
 
You know, I never really liked this song at all. But I just read the lyrics and really listened to the song. Thanks strummin, now if only I could play it!!!

 #18608  by strumminsix
 
hobbsy wrote:Thanks strummin, now if only I could play it!!!
Well you are welcome. But I never claimed to be able to play it... But I know how to

 #18614  by bodiddley
 
I hate the lyrics, in fact I think they are some of the worst lyrics ever from the Barlow/Weir department. The music kicks ass and I've seen it jump start a more than one lame show. 4-1-91 is a great version. Still, it's so much better than "Money,Money"...worst Weir song ever!