Kunci Gitar Beck - Tropicalia

Intro:
     Bm7   Bm7/F#  G7
     Bm7   Bm7/F#  G7

 Verse 1
              Bm7  Bm7/F#           G7
Oh, when they beat      ...upon a broken guitar,
              Bm7  Bm7/F#                  G7
And all the streets,        they reek of tropical charms,
              Bm7  Bm7/F#           G7
The embas  - sies        ...lie in hideous shards,
        Bb7                   A7
Where tourists snore and de - cay!

 Verse 2
               Bm7   Bm7/F#         G7
Oh, when they dance      ...in a reptile blaze,
           Bm7   Bm7/F#            G7                  Bm7  Bm7/F#
You wear a mask,       an equa  - torial haze into the past,
    G7                         Bb7                  A7
A colonial maze, where there's no more confetti to throw!

 Chorus
G#m7              C#9                        G#m7
     You wouldn't know what to say to your - self,
            C#9                F#m7
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell,
        B9                  E7        G7         F#7
Misery waits in vague ho - tels ...to be evict - ed!

  Bm7     Bm7/F#  G7             Bm7     Bm7/F#  G7

 Verse 4
               Bm7   Bm7/F#                  G7
You're out of luck,         you're singing funeral songs...
           Bm7   Bm7/F#                G7
...to the studs,        they're ana - bolic and bronze,
              Bm7  Bm7/F#                  G7
They seem to strut     ...in their mil - lennial fog,
      Bb7                     A7
Till they fall down and de - flate!

 Chorus
G#m7              C#9                        G#m7
     You wouldn't know what to say to your - self,
            C#9                F#m7
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell,
        B9                  E7        G7         F#7
Misery waits in vague ho - tels ...to be evict - ed!

  Bm7     Bm7/F#  G7             Bm7     Bm7/F#  G7

 Verse 6
Bm7  Bm7/F#    G7                 Bm7
      Oh, and now you've had your fun,
Bm7/F#   G7              Bm7  Bm7/F#       G7              Bm7
Under an air-conditioned sun,       it's burned into your eyes,
 Bm7/F#     G7                  Bm7  Bm7/F#
Leaves you plain and left be - hind,
      G7                Bb7              A7                 G#m7
I'll see them rise and fall ...into the jaws of a pestilent love!

 Chorus
             C#9                        G#m7
You wouldn't know what to say to your - self,
            C#9                F#m7
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell,
        B9                  E7        G7         F#7
Misery waits in vague ho - tels ...to be a vic - tim!

Outro:
    Bm7     Bm7/F#  G7            Bm7     Bm7/F#  G7