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The Pixies - Bone Machine
(Surfer Rosa)
E---||---5--5--5--5-----------------|--3--3--3--3-----------------|-----
B---||---6--6--6--6-----------------|--3--3--3--3-----------------|-----
G---||*--------------7^--(7)--5--4--|--------------5^--(5)--4--4--|-----
D---||*-----------------------------|-----------------------------|-----
A---||------------------------------|-----------------------------|-----
E---||------------------------------|-----------------------------|-----
E---5--5--5--5-----------------|--3--3--3--3------------------||--|-----
B---5--5--5--5-----------------|--3--3--3--3------------------||--|-----
G---------------7^--(7)--5--4--|--------------5^--(5)--4--4--*||--|-----
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VERSE: D5 A5 C5 G5
CHORUS: E C F G
the guitar part before "oh-oh..."
goes something like
E---10--10--10--10--10--10--10---etc., gradually slide down-------------
B---10--10--10--10--10--10--10---------while strumming------------------
G---10--10--10--10--10--10--10------------------------------------------
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A-----------------------------------------------------------------------
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This is a song for Carol
You're into Japanese fastfood
And I drop you off with your Japanese lover
And you're going to the beach all day
You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
You're looking like
You've got some sun
Your blistered lips
Have got a kiss
The days are lit like everyone
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh
Your bone's got a little machine
You're the bone machine
I was talking to peachy-peach about kissy-kiss
You bought me a soda
You bought me a soda
You bought me a soda and you tried to molest me in the parking lot
Yep, yep, yep, yep
I make you pray
You make me hard
Your Irish skin
Looks Mexican
Our love is rice and beans and horses lard
Your bone's got a little machine
You're the bone machine
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh
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