The Shadows Of Seattle
A          F#       E

e ----5---- ----2---- ----0---- 
B ----5---- ----2---- ----0---- 
G ----6---- ----3---- ----1---- 
D ----7---- ----4---- ----2---- 
A ----7---- ----4---- ----2----
E ----5---- ----2---- ----0----

     F#*        C         G         F
e --------- --------- ----3---- ----1---- 
B --------- --------- ----3---- ----1---- 
G --------- --------- ----4---- ----2---- 
D ----4---- ----10--- ----5---- ----3---- 
A ----4---- ----10--- ----5---- ----3---- 
E ----2---- ----8---- ----3---- ----1----

      riff 1           riff 2

e --------------- ---------------- 
B --------------- ----------------
G --------------- ----------------
D --------------- ----------------
A --2h4-2-0------ --------0-2-4---
E ----------4---- --0-2-4-------0-


F#  A,  F#  A,  F#  A,  F#  A,

F#  A 
Rain, 
F#           A               F# A
    Like tin angels falling down
  F#       A              F#            A   
    Like a mission and we're halfway there
          F#                  A             F#   A        
    From some old dried up fried forgotten town

F# A
Why
F#             A         F#        A
    Won't they let us be ourselves
  F#           A              F#         A
    With our potential we could toe the line
         F#                 A           F#
    And show the bastards up with our divine 
    C      F#*  C     F#*  C    F#*  C   (riff 1)
    Light!      Light!    Light!   Light!

F#  A
Seize
  F#        A         F#     A 
    All the records from the past
  F#              A        F#       A
    Hold for ransom all the artifacts
         F#                A             F#    
    This ragged town protects them to the last
         C    F#*  C    F#*  C    F#* C    (riff 1)
    With lies!     lies!     lies!    lies!
 
F#  E    A   G   F#  E   A   G    F# E A G  F# (riff 2) (riff 2)
See them running heading homeward to Seattle

F#  A
Deem
   F#          A          F#   A
    All the liars in your tribe
   F#           A         F#       A      
    To be the fires on the western side
            F#                A          F#   A    
     Of some old front we call the war of art
F#   A
Rain,
   F#       A             F#     A    
    Like tin angels falling down
   F#        A              F#      A
    Like a mission and we're halfway there  
         F#                     A         F#    A
    From some old dried up fried forgotten town  
         F#                     A         F#    A
    From some old dried up fried forgotten town
       F#                     A            
    To some old dried up fried forgotten
   F 
    Town

    F# A, F# A