Synchronicity 2

The Police

Tom: A
Album: Synchronicity

abbed by Jack
mail:  *
NOTE: the entire song is tabbed except the weird guitar noises 
eard in the beginning and on other parts.
 = pull off
 = palm mute
Intro (play 3x)
then finish with this

Versão com acordes:
A          C#m7          D       D#
Another suburban family morning. 
A            C#m7             D    D#
Grandmother screaming at the wall. 
A           C#m7            D          D#
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies 
A              C#m7        D   D#
We can't hear anything at all. 

A                  Bm7/11     B7/11           Bm7/11 
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration, 
A                    Bm7/11       B7/11     Bm7/11
But we know all her suicides are fake. 
 F/A        Dm6             F/A      Dm6
Daddy only stares into the distance 
         F/A          Dm6              E
There's only so much more that he can take. 

Esus4       F7          G6                    F7
Many miles away something crawls from the slime 
        E             E         E
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake. 

A          C#m7          D       D#
Another industrial ugly morning 
A                    C#m7           D   D#
The factory belches filth into the sky. 
A           C#m7                 D            D#
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today, 
A           C#m7            D    Dsus2
He doesn't think to wonder why. 

A                Bm7/11              B7/11            Bm7/11
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street, 
A                Bm7/11          B7/11     Bm7/11
But all he ever thinks to do is watch. 
     F/A          Dm6                 F/A             Dm6
And every single meeting with his so-called superior 
        F/A       Dm6                 E
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch. 

Esus4       F7          G6                    F7
Many miles away something crawls to the surface 
      E E         E
Of a dark Scottish lake. 

( Play the intro again 4 times singing "Yeee-ooo-ooo" ) 

Another working day has ended. 
Only the rush hour hell to face. 
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes. 
Contestants in a suicidal race. 

Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance, 
He knows that something somewhere has to break. 
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights, 
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache. 

Esus4       F7          G6                 F7
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door 
      E             E 
Of a cottage on the shore 
      E E         E   E  E  E  E E  E E  E+11 
Of a dark Scottish lake