annuler
Change la taille du texte.
Remplace par des accords plus faciles à jouer.
Affiche les acccords français (Do, Ré, Mi…).
Seul le bas du texte défile, vous laissant ainsi les accords de départ visibles.
Certaines partitions n’affichent les accords qu’au début. Cet outil tente de les recopier dans l’ensemble du texte.
Marque le tempo à la vitesse que vous souhaitez.
Intro: strum so on the lick sort of just comes naturally…
Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme suggesting rhythm
That will not forsake me till my tale is told and done.
While the firelight’s aglow strange shadows from the flames will
grow
Till things we’ve never seen will seem familiar.
Same pattern for the following verses:
Shadows of a sailor forming winds both foul and fair all swarm.
Down in Carlisle he loved a lady many years ago.
Here beside him stands a man a soldier from the looks of him
Who came through many fights but lost at love.
While the storyteller speaks a door within the fire creaks;
Suddenly flies open and a girl is standing there.
Eyes alight with glowing hair all that fancy paints as fair
She takes her fan and throws it in the lion’s den.
Which of you to gain me tell will risk uncertain pains of hell?
I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance.
The sailor gave at least a try the soldier being much too wise
Strategy was his strength and not disaster.
Here’s the solo. Sorry scratch that. Please will somebody tab the solo?
The sailor coming out again the lady fairly leapt at him.
That’s how it stands today. You decide if he was wise.
The storyteller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voice.
His job is to shed light and not to master.
Interlude (thingy) goes for while for while then:
Since the end is never told we pay the teller off in gold
In hopes he will return but he cannot be bought or sold.
Then:
Inspiration move me brightly. Light the song with sense and color;
Hold away despair more than this I will not ask.
Faced with mysteries dark and vast statements just seem vain
at last.
Some rise some fall some climb to get to terrapin.
Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright;
The spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best
On from the northwest corner of a brand new crescent moon
While crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune
Terrapin station.
In the shadow of the moon terrapin station.
And I know we’ll be there soon terrapin…
I can’t figure out terrapin if it’s the end or beginning terrapin
But the train’s put it’s brakes on terrapin
And the whistle is screaming terrapin.
(moins de barrés)