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Leonard Cohen ------------- Love Calls You By Your Name Part of cello's melody: A|---1-3--1-0---| Sometimes mr. Cohen is using Ñ-note on 5th string between Bb and Am. Something like that: Bb (C) Am (C) Bb e--------------------------------------------------| B--------------------------------------------------| G--3--3--3--3-----2--2--2--2--2--2--2--------3--3--| D---3--3--3--3-----2--2--2--2--2--2--2--------3--3-| A-1--1--1--1--3--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--3--1--1---| E--------------------------------------------------| Bb Am Bb Am
Bb You thought that it could never hAmappen to Bball the people that you beAmcame, Bb your body lost in lGmegend, Bb the beast so very tGmame. But hEmere, right here, between the bAmirthmark and the stGain, between the oAmcean and your open vGein, between the snAmowman and the rGain, once agFain, D once agFain, lovCe calls you G by your nCame.
The women in your scrapbook whom you still praise and blame, you say they chained you to your fingernails and you climb the halls of fame. Oh but here, right here, between the peanuts and the cage, between the darkness and the stage, between the hour and the age, once again, once again, love calls you by your name. Shouldering your loneliness like a gun that you will not learn to aim, you stumble into this movie house, then you climb, you climb into the frame. Yes, and here, right here between the moonlight and the lane, between the tunnel and the train, between the victim and his stain, once again, once again, love calls you by your name. I leave the lady meditating on the very love which I, I do not wish to claim, I journey down the hundred steps, but the street is still the very same. And here, right here, between the dancer and his cane, between the sailboat and the drain, between the newsreel and your tiny pain, once again, once again, love calls you by your name. Where are you, Judy, where are you, Anne' Where are the paths your heroes came' Wondering out loud as the bandage pulls away, was I, was I only limping, was I really lame' Oh here, come over here, between the windmill and the grain, between the sundial and the chain, between the traitor and her pain, once again, once again, love calls you by your name. _________________ aleister, Irkutsk tabs@igetus.esir.ru