'Fallen Angel' by King Crimson - Guitar Tutorial

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From: matusima@heteroclinic.Berkeley.EDU (Tatsuhito Matsushima)
Subject: CRD: fallen angel / king crimson
Date: 7 May 1994 16:57:21 GMT
Distribution: world

I am not happy about the Am9 at the verse 'skyline'. If anyone
knows a better one, please tell me.

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Fallen Angel  /  King Crimson
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        G         C          Bm    Bm/F#  Em Em7
        Tears of  joy at the birth of a brother
        C      Bm             Am/A Am/B Am/C Am/D Am/E
        Never alone from that time
        Sixteen Years through knife fights and danger
        Strangely why his life not mine

        Bm     Am9    G               G
        --7--7|--7--7|--5--7|        |--3---|
        --7--7|--5--5|--3--3|        |--3---|
     (  --7--7|--5--5|--4--4| x 3 +  |--4---|     ) x2
        --9--9|--7--7|--5--5|        |--5---|
        ------|------|------|        |------|
        ------|------|------|        |------|
        West side skyline crying
        Fallen angel dying
        Risk a life to make a dime

        Lifetime spent on the streets of a city
        Make us the people we are
        Switch blade stings in one tenth of a moment
        Better get back to the car

        Bm
        --|-----------|-------------|---|
        --|-----------|-------------|---|
        --|-----4-5---|-----4-2-----|---|
        --|---2----4--|---2-----4---|---|  and so on
        -2|-3--------2|-3---------2-|0--|
        --|-----------|-------------|---|
        Fallen angel
        Fallen angel
        West side skyline crying
        fallen angel dying
        life expiring in the ..

        Snow white side streets of cold New York City
        Stained with his blood all these times
        Sick and tired through wicked and wild
        God only knows for how long


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