[% META title='Deep Purple Tablature' nonav = 1 nofullmenu = 1 %]Fools
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice)
From "Fireball", 1971
intro 1:
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intro 2 (fingerpick):
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(troughout)
I'm crying -- I'm dying
verse 1:
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I can see what's wrong with me -- It's in my head
I can see what's gonna be -- As I lie in my bed
Man is not my brotherhood -- I am of the dead
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I died as I lived as I loved and was born
On some distant hill
The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried
Fools pass laughing still
verse 2:
There can be bad blood in all I can see -- It's in my brain
You don't know the pain I feel -- As I must live again
Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but tears will leave a stain
They smile to themselves as they lay down my head
On some distant hill
The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye
Fools smile as they kill
Ritchie's solo, done with volume knob acrobatics, bit tricky:
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verse 3:
I got my own way to go and now I want -- To take your minds
I believe if you could see -- The blood between the lines
I believe that you could be -- A better kind
Please lead the way so the unborn can play
On some greener hill
Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains
Fools die laughing still
Boris Dvojakovski