#----------------------------------PLEASENOTE----------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Piranha Pool By Blue Rodeo Transcribed by Ryan Robson (thunderman99@hotmail.com) The guitar is pretty sparse, so I'm going to do what I can to save time. Patterns repeat themselves quite nicely, so that if you wanted to play through, you could, but I'm writing out what I hear on the recording. Piano intro for 1:55. Two guitars at the same time, one part is in brackets (space saver) I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I I-(9)------------I-(7)------------I-(6)------------I-(5)------------I I--4---------2---I--------------0-I--2---------4-5-I----5---4-5-4---I I----------------I--2---------2---I----------------I----------------I I----------------I----------------I----------------I----------------I I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I I-(9)------------I-(7)------------I-(6)------------I-(5)------------I I--4---------2---I--------------0-I--2---------4-5-I----5---4-5-4---I I----------------I--2---------2---I----------------I----------------I I----------------I----------------I----------------I----------------I Verse 1: Em(XXX987) [let it fade] Leaning over the piranha pool you just wave your magic wand Dangling your fingertips to a world of the just beyond Pre-Chorus 1: B A Sitting ever so quietly in your private dining room B A B Guiding the ways of destiny into the face of oblivion I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I I-(9)------------I-(7)------------I-(6)------------I-(5)------------I I--2---4-----2---I--------------0-I--2---------4-5-I----5---4-5-4---I I----------------I--2---------2---I----------------I----------------I I----------------I----------------I----------------I----------------I I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I I-(9)------------I-(7)------------I-(6)------------I-(5)------------I I--4---------2---I--------------0-I--2---------4-5-I----5---4-5-4---I I----------------I--2---------2---I----------------I----------------I I----------------I----------------I----------------I----------------I Verse 2: Em(XXX987) [let it fade] So you'd rather be an opera star at the turn of the century Well you never asked for this miracle gift, a genius in the military Pre-chorus 2: B You're sincerely surprised with your own success A Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads B You never anticipate the final toll A B B7 Still shining all the medals for the final curtain call Chorus: G#m A You're always talking 'bout the here and after G#m A But it don't make much sense to me (talking 'bout yourself) G#m A Still for all the men that you condemn F#m Well I hope there's some kind of heaven A B And there's got to be some kind of hell for you Solo section I----------------I-----(7)--------I-----(7)--------I-----(7)--------I I----------------I---------(8)----I---------(8)----I---------(8)----I I----------------I-(7)------------I-(6)------------I-(5)------------I 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I----------------I----------------I----------------I----------------I I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)---------------------I I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)---------------------I I-(9)------------I-(7)------------I-(6)------------I-(5)---------------------I I----------------I----------------I----------------I-------------------------I I----------------I----------------I----------------I-------------------------I I----------------I----------------I----------------I---------2b(3)-2b(3)r(2)-I I----------------I----------------I-----(7)--------I-----(7)-----------------I I----------------I----------------I---------(8)----I---------(8)-------------I I----------------I----------------I-(6)------------I-(5)---------------------I I----------------I-----0----------I----------------I-------------------------I I-------------0--I-2-2-----2---0--I-------------2--I--0----------------------I I-0-0-2---3------I----------------I--0-0-2---3-----I---------------2b(3)r(2)-I I-----(7)--------I-----(7)--------I-----(7)--------I-----(7)-----------------I------------I I---------(8)----I---------(8)----I---------(8)----I---------(8)-------------I------------I I-(9)------------I-(7)------------I-(6)------------I-(5)---------------------I-(9)--------I I----------------I------0---------I----------------I-------------------------I------------I I-------------0--I--2-2-----2---0-I-------------2--I--0----------------------I------------I I--0-0-2---3-----I----------------I--0-0-2---3-----I---------------2b(3)r(2)-I--0---------I No guitar for 7 bars + verse 3 Verse 3: Leaning over the piranha pool you just wave your magic wand Dangling your fingertips to a world that is just beyond Pre-chorus 3: B A Sitting ever so quietly in your private dining room B A B B7 Guiding the waves of destiny into the face of oblivion Chorus: G#m A You're always talking 'bout the here and after G#m A But it don't make much sense to me (talking 'bout yourself) G#m A Still for all the men that you condemn F#m Well I hope there's some kind of heaven A B And there's got to be some kind of hell for you I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I I-(9)------------I-(7)------------I-(6)------------I-(5)------------I I--2----4----2---I--------------0-I--2---------4-5-I----5---4-5-4---I I----------------I--2---------2---I----------------I----------------I I----------------I----------------I----------------I----------------I I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I-(7)------------I I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I-(8)------------I I-(9)------------I-(7)------------I-(6)------------I-(5)------------I I--4---------2---I--------------0-I--2---------4-5-I----5---4-5-4---I I----------------I--2---------2---I----------------I----------------I 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