ACHIN' TO BE [from "Don't Tell a Soul"] intro: (A G Bm G D) C#/A G D A Well she's kind of like an artist G D Sittin' on the floor A Never finish it she abandons G D Never shows a soul A And she's kind of like a movie G D Everyone rushes to see A And no one understands it G D Sittin' in their seats Bm G She opens her mouth to speak and F#m7 Bm What comes out's a mystery G D Thought about, an' I've understood G D She's achin' to be A Well she dances alone in nightclubs G D Every other day of the week A People look right through her G D Baby doll check your cheek A And she's kind of like a poet G D Who finds it hard to speak A Poems come so slowly G D Like the colors down a sheet (chorus) A G I've been achin' for a while now, friend A G D I've been achin' hard for years (break) D A Well she's kind of like an artist G D Who uses paints no more A And never show what you're doing G D Never show her soul A Yeah I saw one of your pictures G D There was nothin' that I could see A If no one's on your canvas G D Well, I'm achin' to be Bm G She closes her mouth to speak and F#m7 Bm Closes her eyes to see G D Thought about an' only love and G D A She's achin' to be G D Just like me ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Francois Rousseau Laboratoire Incognito (Programming Languages) Universite de Montreal, Canada E-mail: rousseaf@iro.umontreal.ca ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Zach Carter" zman_53@hotmail.com> Subject: Achin' To Be Date: Thu, 11 Feb 1999 13:19:24 PST Hey, Here's the little lead riff in Achin' to Be. You hear it in the intro kinda slow, and in the chorus, but faster, right after "Achin'" She's achin' [fast riff] to be [last 2 notes on last 2 words] e|-------------------------------| B|-------------------------------| G|---------------7/9----5-----5--| D|---5----7----------------7-----| A|-------------------------------| E|-------------------------------| so there you go Zach Carter From: "Kessler, Saul" I think the song goes like this . . . D F#m Well she's kind of like an artist G D Sittin' on the floor G D Never finish it she abandons G D Never shows a soul G F#m And she's kind of like a movie G D Everyone rushes to see G D And no one understands it G D Sittin' in their seats Bm G She opens her mouth to speak and F#m7 Bm What comes out's a mystery G F#m Thought about, an' I've understood G D She's achin' to be D F#m Well she dances alone in nightclubs G D Every other day of the week G D People look right through her G D Baby doll check your cheek D F#m And she's kind of like a poet G D Who finds it hard to speak G D Poems come so slowly G D Like the colors down a sheet (chorus) A G I've been achin' for a while now, friend A G D I've been achin' hard for years (break) D F#m Well she's kind of like an artist G D Who uses paints no more G D And never show what you're doing G D Never show her soul D F#m Yeah I saw one of your pictures G D There was nothin' that I could see G D If no one's on your canvas G D Well, I'm achin' to be Bm G She closes her mouth to speak and F#m7 Bm Closes her eyes to see G F#m Thought about an' only love and G D F#m She's achin' to be G D Just like me