From: Phil Saunders <phillip.saunders@miis.edu>
Date: 15 Feb 2002 17:13:51 +0100
Sibella
Richard Thompson
(transcribed by phillip@princeton.edu)
Intro (2X)
Dm
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3---3---3---3---3---3---3---3-------------------
2---2---2---2-0-2---2---2---2-0-----------------
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Dm
Some girls hold the ace, the deuce, the trey
Dm C F Gm Bb
X- ray the deck to see what¹s coming
Dm
Marie Antoinette, she smiled that way
Dm C F Gm Bb
Easy to smile when the luck is running
F Bb C
Like a myth, you rode in from the West
F Bb C
From the go you had my button pressed
Dm Bb
Did the teatime of your soul
Dm Bb
Make you long for wilder days?
Dm Bb
Did you never let Jack Kerouac
Dm Bb
Wash over you in waves?
Gm C
Sibella, We don¹t make sense together
Gm C
But my hearts with you
Gm C Gm
Sibella, I find myself strangely true
Dm
Strangely true
Some say you can learn a lot from books
Thrill ride to second hand living
Life is just as deadly as it looks
But fiction is more forgiving
You took chances well within your means
Salon hair and creases in your jeans
All those lonely winters long
Did you really think it through?
Did you really ache for me
Like I really ached for you
Sibella, We don¹t make sense together
But my hearts with you
Sibella, I find myself strangely true
Strangely true
Solo (Dm)
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7--7---7---7--7---7--7--7----7---7--7---7--7--7-
0--0---0---0--0---0--0--0----0---0--0---0--0--0-
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10--8--6\5/6--8--------------6--5-6----6--5-6-5-
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Sibella, We don¹t make sense together
But my hearts with you
Sibella, I find myself strangely true
Strangely true
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