Drawing Flies

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Date: Fri, 3 Apr 1998 15:45:49 -0600

From: ponies2@computek.net (Keith Barron)

Subject: Drawing Flies - Soundgarden

Drawing Flies

Tuning - Standard

Intro (6/4): (1/4?)

G||---7--7-7-7-7--||-8\--||
D||o--7--7-7-7-7-o||-8\--||
A||o--5--5-5-5-5-o||-6\--||
E||---------------||-----||

Play the D chord for about 5? bars and then slide down.

Riff 1 (6/4):

A||-----------------------------------||
E||--3-0-0-0-0--3-0-0--6\5-0---0-0-0--||

Riff 2 (4/4):

A||-----------------5--9-|--9--7----------7\--||
E||--3-0-0-0-0--5h7----7-|--7--5----------5\--||

Riff 3 (4/4):

A||------------------5--|----7-------||
E||--3-0-0-0-0--0--4----|--6---------||

Riff 4 (6/4):

G||--------------------7---7-7-7-7--||
D||--------------------7---7-7-7-7--||
A||--------------------5---5-5-5-5--||
E||--3-0-0-0-0---0--0---------------||

That's it.

Figure out where the riffs go...not that hard.

Some other dude figured most of this out.

DRAWING FLIES

Sitting here like uninvited company

Wallowing in my own obscenities

I share a cigarette with negativity

Sitting here like wet ashes with X's in my eyes

And drawing flies

Bathed in perspiration drowned my enemies

Used my inspiration for a guillotine

I fire a loaded mental cannon to the page

Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial

Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride

Sitting here like wet ashes with X's in my eyes

And drawing flies

Hey what you yellin' about

Conditions, permission, mirrored self-affliction

Hey what you yellin' about

Sadists' co-addiction, perfect analogies

Hey what you yellin' about

Conditions, permission, mirrored self-affliction

Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial

Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride

Sitting here like wet ashes with X's in my eyes

And drawing flies