From: ChefBeave@aol.com
Date: Mon, 22 Jun 1998 01:31:17 EDT
Subject: j/jamiroquai/virtual_insanity.crd

"Virtual Insanity"
Jamiroquai
from the album Travelling Without Moving
tabbed by Steven L. Nelly  (chefbeave@aol.com)

Thanks to Alan Drori for the backbone of the song.

Chord spellings:
Ebm		x68876
Fm7-5 		x8989x
Gb9		x9899x
Bsus2		x24422
Cm7-5		x3434x
Bmaj7		x24342  for the main theme, and  7x887x for the chorus and transition  
Bb7+5		6x677x
Ab7		464574
Db7		x46464
Gbmaj7	2x(4)321  (thumb the bass)
Ddim		x5646(4)
Ebm7		x68676
Abm7		464444
Bb7		686796
Dbm		x46654
Amaj7		5x665x

I have found that it is best to play this song without a pick.  For each
chord, it sounds best to pluck the bass note with the thumb, and the melodic
notes immediately afterwords with the remaining fingers.  This most resembles
how the chords are played on the keybords on the album.



Intro/Outro
Ebm  Fm7-5  Gb9  Bsus2  Cm7-5  Bmaj7  Bb7+5

Main Theme:
Ebm  Ab7  Db7  Gbmaj7  Cm7-5  Bbmaj7  Bb7+5  (Ebm)

Chorus:
Ebm  Ddim  Ebm7  Abm7  (4x)

Transition:
Ebm  Bb7  Bmaj7  Abm7  Bbm7 (2x)
Dbm  Ab7  Amaj7  Gbm7  Ab7
Ebm  Bb7  Bmaj7  Abm7  Bbm7

Main Theme

Chorus

Outtro  (same as intro)

LYRICS:
Intro:
Oh, yeah, what were livin' in, (let me tell ya)

Main theme:
It is a wonder man can eat at all.  When things are big that should be small.
Who can tell, what magic spells,  We'll be doing for us.
And I'm giving all my love to this world,  Only to be told.
I can't see.  I can't breathe.  No more we will be.
And nothing's going to change  The way we live.
Cause we can always take,   But never give.
And now that things are  Changing for the worse.
See, it's a crazy world we're living in.  And I just can't see, that half of
us
Immersed in sin.
Is all we have to give to these--
CHORUS:
Futures made of virtual insanity  Now always seem to be
Governed by the love we have for  Useless, twisting, our new technology.
Oh, now there is no sound  For we all live underground.
MAIN THEME
And I'm thinking what a mess we're in  Hard to know where to begin
If I could slip the sickly flies that  Earthly man has made.
And now every mother  Can choose the color.
Of her child.  That's not nature's way.  
Well that's what they said yesterday.  There's nothing left to do but pray.
I think it's time we found a new religion.
Woah, it's so insane.  To synthesize another strain
There's something in these futures that  We have to be told.

REPEAT CHORUS