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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.
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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 ***'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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