Learn Music: Salsa guitar tab - 311 tabs

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  'Salsa'
  Performed by 311
  From the album "Grassroots" on Capricorn Records
  Music by:  N. Hexum, T. Mahoney & C. Sexton
  Lyrics by:  N. Hexum & D. Martinez
  (c) 1994 Allegiance Music/Hydroponic Music BMI
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  Tabbed by: Christopher Comeaux (Christopher.Comeaux@Eng.Auburn.EDU)
  Lyric Help by: 5liter (5liter@pdq.net)
                 John Rogers (Toadie8587@aol.com)
                 NEMMIE13 (NEMMIE13@aol.com)
                 Adam Rechkemmer (kwsrok@aol.com)
  The 311 Guitar Archive -- http://chromosome.colorado.edu/311archive/
  
  
  Verse A:
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     N.C.
  1:---------------------------
  2:---------------------------
  3:---------------------------
  4:---------------------------
  5:---------------------------
  6:-0-2-0-2-0-3-3-3-4-4-4-7-
  
  Verse B:
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     Ab5      F#5
  1:-4-4-4-4--2-2-2-2-
  2:-4-4-4-4--2-2-2-2-
  3:------------------
  4:------------------
  5:------------------
  6:------------------
  
  Pre-Chorus:
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     N.C.
  1:-----------------------------
  2:-----------------------------
  3:---3-------------------------
  4:-3---3-1-----------------(2)-
  5:---------4-4--3-4-3-2-1-1----
  6:-----------------------------
     NOTE: (Last time only)
  
  Chorus:
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     N.C.
  1:-----------------
  2:-----------------
  3:-----------------
  4:---------------2-
  5:-4-4-4-4-4-4-4---
  6:-----------------
  
  
  Lyrics/Song Structure:
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  ---> Play Verse A over:
     We were born in the seventies
     The rippin and rhyming and brethren see
     We're filling taste great
     In the old school I was eight
     For the new school I was late
     But in high school I was debate
     I rate in the great state of California
     I'm warning ya
  ---> Play Verse B over:
     Me ne je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette!
        [Translation: I go to the beach because the puppet show is grand.]
     I kick nonsense in French tasty like Crepe Suzette
     I bet you're feelin famished for a 311 sandwich
     Not the wack Dj's that I'm (gonn)a damage
  ---> Play Verse A over:
     I like a beat that's unique and I like my head zooming
     And in my Continental you know that shit's booming
     With the diamond in the back suicide doors
     You can look from here to eternity
     And never receive your morsel
     Another tale of ordinary madness
     The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say
     All I really wanna is to feel nirvana
     Won't you take me tonight and we just might find
  ---> Play Pre-Chorus over:
     A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature 
     Your tongue lickin' up my tongue
     Your radio pickin' up a smokey jazz love song
     Madness becomes you even though your
     Livin' life it's hard to exist
  ---> Play Chorus over:
     When you're tempted by flesh you wanna bust through
     Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry
     She bends and suspends and her ass
     Is a marvelous thing
     A dance dancin' at a club the Hereafter
     Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter
     And she won't hear applause
     Cuz your drunk and lost
     All light is gone
     Your arms spread like a cross
     And you're dreaming that the world will soon fall apart
  ---> Play Verse A over:
     Topless girl in your gaze which is hazy
     Takes your dollar
     In the gutter without cigarettes
     Or wine you're hungover
     I was warned of your normal behavior and felt
     My life was too short to consider your wack self
  ---> Play Verse B over:
     It's like this when you dip down
     And you are boxin'
     Reeling against the ropes and you
     Face some young Mexican
     Your scrappin' your neck gets
     Snapped back your eyes have bled
     Your thinking' about a comeback
     But your takin' it to the head
  ---> Play Pre-Chorus over:
     You little bastard
     Better watch you back
     Cuz we're after
     Your punk ass by God we're gonna jack it
     You're played out and small time
     And your show is over
     You're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
  ---> Play Chorus over:
     And your older ho bag sceezer
     In her droopy saggy skin
     Who thought she was a model
     But in truth a never-has-been
     You're both fools, you and your cheap rooms too
     The cigar, biting your lips the way'd love you too
  ---> Play Chorus (x4)
  

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