Tori Amos - Wednesday Chords

TORI AMOS   *  w e d n e s d a y *

'Tabbed' by Tim Peeters, Haarlem, the Netherlands - version 1.0 , December 8th 2002 

Written down for piano, can be played on guitar as well;loved this
song as soon as I heard it ! This is just a preliminary version consisting of
the basic main chords. All chords are tied  together by a continuing bass-line
[ e.g. Gm and Eb are linked by playing a single F-note between those chords ]
which I hope to add to this transcript later. Note that both C and C minor chords
appear in this song, and that the pronunciation of some 
words is stretched, e.g. "circling" is sung like "cir-ca-ling"

Please note : the rhythm changes from a up-tempo 2/2 beat in the verses
to a kind of funky 4/4 
rhythm in the 'build' to a steady 3/4 in the chorus.


[ 2/2 up-tempo beat ]

[Gm] Nothing here to fear 
[ Eb] I'm just sitting around being [Bb] foolish when there
is work to be [C] done 
[Gm] Just a hang-up call 
[Eb] and the quiet breathing of our [Bb] Persian 
we call Cajun on a [C] Wednesday 

[change beat to funky 4/4 ]

[Eb] So we go from [Bb] year to year 
with [Gm] secrets we've been [C] keeping
[Eb] Though you say you're [Bb] not a Templar [C] man  .... [Gm]
[Eb] Seems as if we're
[Bb] circling for [Gm] very different [C] reasons 
[Eb] but one day the [Bb] Eagle has to [C] land 

[change beat to 3/4]

[Eb] Out past the [Bb] fountain,  a [Cm] left by the [Gm] station
[Eb] I start the [Eb] day in the [C] usual [Gm] way
[Eb] Then think  "well [Bb]why not" 
and [Cm] stop for a [Gm] coffee 
[Eb] then begin [Bb] to recall [C]things that you [Gm]say 

[change beat to up-tempo 2/2]

No one's at the door 
You suggest a ghost 
perhaps a phantom 
I agree with this in part 

Something is with us 
I can't put my finger on --
is Thumbalina size 10 on a Wednesday -- 

so we go from year to year 
with secrets we've been keeping
Though you say you're
not a Templar man 
Seems as if we're
circling for very different reasons 
But one day the Eagle has to land 

Out past the fountain a left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
Then think -- well why not -- 
and stop for a coffee 
then begin to recall things that you say 


Pluck up the courage 
and snap it's gone again 
I start humming "When Doves Cry" 
Can someone help me I think that I'm Lost here 
Lost in a place called America