ARTIST: Panics

GUITAR CHORDS FOR: Like An Aching Lung

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Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2005 13:55:20 +0800
From: Maxwell Keeble 
Subject: p/panics/like_an_aching_lung.crd

Song: Like An Aching Lung
Artist: The Panics
CD: Crack In The Wall
Transcribed by Maxwell Keeble (tolo at tpg .com .au)

Very good song. I just do soft, upwards, finger (as opposed
to nail) strumming. I'm no good at working out the picks;
if you do, tab 'em up and send em my way, if you would. If
confused, the age old saying stands: listen to the song.

A   |002220|
E   |022100|
F#m |244222|
Bm  |224432|
C#  |x43121| (bar top three at 1)
D   |x00232|

(lyrics included because they're nowhere on the 'net)

This tab twice for intro:
    A                 E
E --------------------0------
B --0h2-2----0h2-2----0-0----
G --2---2----2---2--2--------
D ----------------------2----
A --0---0----0---0--0-2-2----
E ----------------------0----

       A                    E(once)
If you want, I've got some;
A                                   E(once)
makes it like you ain't been stung.
    Bm                     E
You can move a head that's hung
    Bm                     E
but you cannot escape from one:

    F#m                 A
You hide like an aching lung.
    F#m                 A     E(once)
You hide like an aching lung.

F#m
I've seen you fade,
                 A     E(once)
like some memory game,
F#m
in a dark arcade
                     A
where you threw your change.

if you want, leave and run,
like it never begun.
You cannot belong to one,
and I can only try my luck,

But you hide like an aching lung.
You hide like an aching lung.

I've seen your face
like some dim lit plane,
but you make me shake
like some country train.

C#                 D
They made you feel ordinary:
   A          E        F#m
if I held you under my arm
                A    
could it do you harm?

A E(once) A E(once)
Bm E Bm E
F#m A F#m A E(once)
F#m A F#m A E(once)
A

C#                 D
They made you feel ordinary:
   A          E        F#m
if I held you under my arm
                A
could it do you harm?

A E(once) A E(once) A E(once) ... to fade