#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Date: Fri, 26 Dec 1997 02:28:31 +0100 From: Felix Oelmann To: guitar@olga.net Subject: PRO: Nik Kershaw - 'The Riddle' CRD: Nik Kershaw - The Riddle Chords by Felix Oelmann A great song from 1984! [And not too difficult to play as well] Note: In the 2nd chorus all chords are tuned one step up. I don't know if my version is entirely correct, but it sounds right to me.. Intro Chords: [x1] F#m / E / A / B / F#m / E / D / A [x1] F#m / E / A / B / F#m / E / D / A / Bm / A / D / E / F#m / E Verse 1: I've got [A]two strong [B]arms, [C#m]blessings of [D]Babylon with [Bm]time to [G]carry on and [F#m]try for [E]sins and [A]false al[B]arms [C#m]So to A[D]merica the [D#]brave [Bm]wise [A]men [D]save Chorus: [E]Near a [F#m]tree by a [E]river is a [A]hole in the [B]ground, where an [F#m]old man of [E]?arran? goes a[D]round and a[A]round And his [F#m]mind is a [E]beacon in the [A]veil of the [B]night, for a [F#m]strange kind of [E]fashion there's a [D]wrong and a [A]right But I'll [Bm]never [A]ever [D]fight [E]over [F#m]you [E] Verse 2: I've got [A]plans for [B]us, [C#m]nights in the [D]scullery and [Bm]days in[G]stead of me, I [F#m]only [E]know what [A]to dis[B]cuss, [C#m]oh, for [D]anything but [D#]light [Bm]wise [A]men [D]fighting [E]over [F#m]you [E]It's not [A]me you [B]see, [C#m]seasons of [D]gasoline and [D#]gold [Bm]wise [A]men [D]fold Chorus: [E]Near a [F#m]tree by a [E]river is a [A]hole in the [B]ground, where an [F#m]old man of [E]aron[?] goes a[D]round and a[A]round And his [F#m]mind is a [E]beacon in the [A]veil of the [B]night, for a [F#m]strange kind of [E]fashion there's a [D]wrong and a [A]right But I'll [Bm]never [A]ever [D]fight [E]over [G]you Bridge: [C]I've got [F]time to [Bb]kill, [A]sly looks in [D]corridors with[G]out a [F]plan of yours, a [Esus]blackbird [E]sings on [Am]Blue[G]bird[C]hill [D]thanks for the calling of the [Bb]wild [D#] [Cm]wise [Bb]men's [D#]child [F] [Middle Part with bagpipes etc.] Chorus: [F]Near a [Gm]tree by a [F]river is a [Bb]hole in the [C]ground, where an [Gm]old man of [F]?arran? goes a[D#]round and a[Bb]round And his [Gm]mind is a [F]beacon in the [Bb]veil of the [C]night, for a [Gm]strange kind of [F]fashion there's a [D#]wrong and a [Bb]right But he'll [Cm]never [Bb]ever [D#]fight... [F]Near a [Gm]tree by a [F]river is a [Bb]hole in the [C]ground, where an [Gm]old man of [F]?arran? goes a[D#]round and a[Bb]round And his [Gm]mind is a [F]beacon in the [Bb]veil of the [C]night, for a [Gm]strange kind of [F]fashion there's a [D#]wrong and a [Bb]right But he'll [Cm]never [Bb]ever [D#]fight [F]over [Cm]you [Bb] [D#] [F]No he'll [Cm]never [Bb]ever [D#]fight [F]over [Gm]you.