Phantom Power Tabs:
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The BassMasta Rocks Foreva!!!
Bass Tab
Song: Poets
Artist: the tragically hip
Album: Phantom Power
email: cyberbassist@hotmail.com
Intro
C
G|-----------------|
D|*---------------*| X4
A|*---------------*|
E|-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-|
Verse
C Eb F Eb
G|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
D|*----------------|-----------------|-----------------|--------------*-|
A|*----------------|-----------6-6-6-|-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-|8-8-8-8-8-6-6-6-*|
E|-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-|-8-8-8-8-8-------|-----------------|-----------------|
chorus
C B Bb Bb
G|---------------------------------|
D|*-------------------------------*| X4
A|*-------------------------------*|
E|-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-7-6-6-6-6-6-6-6-7-|
Chorus 1:52 (fill inserted)
Fill C Db D
G|-------|--------------------------------|
D|-------|--------------------------------|
A|-------|--------------------------------|
E|-5-6-7-|8-8-8-8-8-8-8-7-6-6-6-6-6-6-6-7-|
C Bb Eb Bb F
G|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
D|*----------------|-----------------|-----------------|----------------*|
A|*----------------|-6-6-6-6-6-6-6---|-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-|-----6-----6---6-|
E|-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-6-|---------------6-|-----------------|-6-8---6-8---6---|
Interlude (same as chorus)
Ending
C
G|-----|
D|-----|
A|-----|
E|--8~-|
All the parts are there, just figure out how to play the right sequence
EnJoY!
cyberbassist
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Tab Discussion, Comments, and Critiques
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Mad Mark Rhythm Player |
#1 by Mad Mark Rude at Mar 24, 2005 at 2:32 PM EST |
| My rhymes suck, and this I know Because everybody told me so I keep scrawling just to get better And my talent falls under the weather Simplicity and coherent rhyming sound It drives the Morlocks further underground When my hands grab that vessel of ink I don't have the ability to make New Orleans sink Gord Downie snickers with subtle derision That I write these sad, sixth-grade compositions But the world rotates on the axis evermore And I rot nervous systems down to the core The worst poetry comes from my wedded hand And it causes secret societies to disband Say goodbye, worshippers of the serpent red Everybody in the world now must be dead Solitary is the most despised form of confinement The trigger is pulled and I get my eternal assignment And Gord Downie screams about poets are anti-social And all his fans at the concerts are going postal! | |
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Tom Rhythm Player |
#2 by Tom the Scarecrow at Apr 2, 2005 at 4:24 AM EST |
| This is one of my favorite Hip songs, and it's a bit ambiguous. On the surface, yes, Gord seems to be decrying the uselessness and pomposity of poets and poetry, but on the other hand, the language he uses, "the pink amid the withered corn stalks", "himalayas of the mind" even "the epitome of vague", is itself very poetic. What are we to make of this. I think he's singing the chorus, and even the whole song, sarcastically. Gord has even called himself a poet on occasion, and I think what he's driving at here is that despite general concensus of society is that poetry is useless, there is still an undeniable value there. The second chorus here is wrong, and it's unfortunate, because I think that's where we get the real hint about his true feelings for poets and poetry. It goes like this -- Don't tell me what the poets are doing Those Himalayas of the mind Don't tell me what the poets are doing In the long grasses over time... This is where the contradictions meet head on, the rote, mundane denial of the poet, meets the poets florid, language. Language wins! As we see in the last verse, which trails off in a stream of lush imagry... | |
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Steven Wanna Be |
#3 by Steven Douglas at Jul 9, 2005 at 4:10 AM EST |
| "getting reprieve from the heat in the frozen-food section" ... the irony is delicious, best line in the song! | |
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Link Average |
#4 by Link at Sep 28, 2006 at 11:50 PM EST |
| Wow, I can't believe no one commented on this song! One of my favorites by the Hip! | |
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