Date: Sun, 19 Nov 95 13:20:40 EST
From: Winston Campbell <jieuryli@eden.rutgers.edu>
Subject: IS IT REALLY SO STRANGE? by The Smiths


Is It Really So Strange?
	(Morrissey/Marr)


This is a pretty standard Smiths song.  Of course Marr improvises a lot by
playing the E chord on the fourth fret while he has another guitar playing an
open E chord.  A note:  When playing the E chord during the verses, to get
that one note drone, make sure you play the note G on the lower E string and
bend it (with your pinky) to give it that bluesy flavour.


Intro:  E   E   E   A   B

           E
I left the North
I traveled South
I found a tiny house
  A              B        E
I can~t help the way I feel
A      B         E
oh yes you can kick me
and you can punch me
and you can break my face
        A                B        E
but you won~t change the way i feel
A             E
Cause i love you

          G#m    C#m F#m     B    E
And is it really so  strange?
          G#m    C#m F#m     B    E
Oh, is it really so  strange?
          G#m        C#m       F#m     B-Bb-A
Oh, is it really so, really so strange?
                  B
I say NO, you say YES
                    D
(but you will still change your mind)

    D-Eb-  E
I left the South
I traveled North
I got confused- I killed a horse
  A              B        E
I can~t help the way I feel
A       B        E
Oh yes, you can punch me
and you can buck me
and you can break my spine
        A                B       E
but you won~t change the way I feel
A             E
Cause I love you

          G#m    C#m F#m     B    E
And is it really so  strange?
          G#m    C#m F#m     B    E
Oh, is it really so  strange?
          G#m        C#m       F#m     B-Bb-A
Oh, is it really so, really so strange?
                  B
I say NO, you say YES
                                D
(but you will still change your mind)

D-D-Eb-E
E    E    A    B

           E
I left the North again
I left the South again
I got confused- I killed a nun
  A              B       E
I CAN~T HELP THE WAY I FEEL
  A              B       E
I CAN~T HELP THE WAY I FEEL
  A              B       E
I CAN~T HELP THE WAY I FEEL
A                         E
(I lost my bag in Newport Pagnell)

           G#m  C#m      F#m     B    E
Why is the last mile the hardest mile
   G#m        C#m           F#m         B    E
My throat was dry, with the sun in my eyes
      G#m     C#m    F#m   B-Bb-A
And I realised, I realised 
That I could never
        B                   D      D-D-Eb-E
I could never, never, never go home again



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