Dm
E Oh, my beloved Tania
Gm
A
Dm How I long to see your
face photographed in fifteen second intervals
E In a bank in San
Leandro Gm
A A Polaroid of you,
Cinque (pronounced sink-you)
Bbmaj7 A With a seven-headed
dragon
Bbmaj7 A In a house in Daly
City
Dm
E Don't be sad, my
beloved Tania
Gm
Eb They say your father
never liked Stephen Weed anyway D Hired a detective
Cm
A7 To follow him around
BREAK Oh, my beloved
revolutionary sweetheart I can see your
newsprint face turn yellow in the gutter It makes me sad How I long for the
days when you came to liberate us from boredom From driving around from the hours between
five and seven in the evening My beloved Tania, We carry your guns
deep within our hearts For no better reason
than our lives have no meaning And we want to be on
television.
BREAK x2
Dm E Gm A Dm E Gm
A Bbmaj7 A Bbmaj7 A Dm E Gm Eb D Cm A7 Bbmaj7
(I like to do this
last bit with an
alternating thumb and pinch. It gives it a Russian folk
sound.
I start slow and speed up with each verse until the the last
A7
where I slow down again then strum down one string at a time through
the Bbmaj7.)
Dm
E
T P T P T P T P T P T P T P T P
---0---0---0---0---2---2---2---2 ---1-1-1---1-1-1---4-4-4---4-4-4 etc. -2-------2-------4-------4------ ---2---2---2---2---4---4---4---4