LANGUAGE (Suzanne Vega)
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Every chord in this song has exactly four strings in it.  Play each chord as
an arpeggio of six sixteenth notes (each chord is half of a 12/16 measure.)

 A(9)/E      G/D          Cmaj7       Bm7
|------------------------|------------------------|
|------0-----------0-----|------0-----------0-----|
|----6---6-------4---4---|----9---9-------7---7---|
|--7-------7---5-------5-|--9-------9---7-------7-|
|7-----------5-----------|------------------------|
|------------------------|8-----------7-----------|


A(9)/E: x7760x    G/D: x5540x       Cmaj7: 8x990x     Bm7: 7x770x
Am9: 5x550x       G: 3x000x         G/F: 1x000x       Esus4: 0x220x
Esus4/B: x2220x   F#m7(4): 2x220x   G6(9): 3x220x     Asus9: x0220x
C#m9: x4x440      B(4)/F#: 2xx440   Emaj7/G#: 4xx440  Asus9(#4): x0x440
Bb6(9): x5x400     F(9)/A: x4x200


F(9)/C  Eb/Bb G#maj7 Gm7 Fm9  Eb Eb/C# Eb
[intro]

F(9)/C  Eb/Bb         G#maj7           Gm7        Fm9  Eb Eb/C# Eb
  If    language were liquid, it would be rushing in
F(9)/C  Eb/Bb     G#maj7    Gm7          Fm9           Eb             Eb/C# Eb
  Instead here we are, in a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be
F(9)/C  Eb/Bb         G#maj7            Gm7        Fm9   Eb Eb/C# Eb
 These  words are too solid, they don't move fast enough
F(9)/C  Eb/Bb         G#maj7      Gm7        Fm9     Eb      Eb/C# Eb/C#
         To catch the blur in the brain that flies by and is gone
       Csus4  Csus4/G  Csus4  Csus4/G       Dm7(4)   Dm7(4)   Eb6(9) Eb6(9)
And is gone,                         and is gone,             gone,
 Dm7(4)   Dm7(4)   Eb6(9) Eb6(9)      Fsus9  Fsus9  Fsus9  Fsus9
Gone,              gone,       and is gone

I'd like to meet you in a timeless, placeless place
Somewhere out of context and beyond all consequences
Let's go back to the building on Little West 12th; it is not far away and
   the river is there  (Words are too solid, they don't move fast enough)
And the sun and the spaces are all laying low, and we'll sit in the slience
   that comes rushing in  (To catch the blur in the brain that flies by...)
And is gone, and is gone, gone,
Gone, gone, and is gone

Am9   Am9   G(4)/D   G(4)/D   Cmaj7/E   Cmaj7/E   Fsus9(#4)  Fsus9(#4)
[instrumental]
Am9   Am9   G(4)/D   G(4)/D   Cmaj7/E   Cmaj7/E   Fsus9(#4)  Fsus9(#4)
[instrumental]
Am9   Am9   Bb6(9) Bb6(9) F(9)/A   F(9)/A   Bb6(9) Bb6(9)
[instrumental]
F(9)/C  Eb/Bb G#maj7 Gm7
[instrumental]

I won't use words again, they don't mean that I meant, they don't say
   what I said
It's just the crust of the meaning with realms underneath, never touched,
   never stirred, never even moved through
If language were liquid, it would be rushing in
F(9)/C  Eb/Bb     G#maj7   Gm7          Fm9           Eb             Eb/C# Eb/C#
  Instead here we are in a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be
Csus4  Csus4/G  Csus4  Csus4/G       Dm7(4)   Dm7(4)   Eb6(9) Eb6(9)
                              And is gone,             gone,
Dm7(4)   Dm7(4)   Eb6(9) Eb6(9)      Fsus9  Fsus9  Fsus9  Fsus9
Ebone,            gone,       and is gone          [repeat and fade]




- transcribed by Adam Schneider, http://adamschneider.net/