Biography:
Fiction Plane is a rock band from England. Originally formed in London under the name Santa’s Boyfriend in 2001, Fiction Plane is currently comprised of lead vocalist, guitar and bass player Joe Sumner, guitarist Seton Daunt and American drummer Pete Wilhoit.
Fiction Plane’s first major label release, Everything Will Never Be OK, with MCA Records, was released in the US in March 2003 with the single "Hate". Shortly after the album’s release, Bloomington, IN drummer Pete Wilhoit joined the band.
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Tabbed By: Belavista Man
On: 17/12/2010
E-mail: [email protected]
Intro:
| Em / / / | Em / / G | Am / / G | Am / / / | x2
Em
Sadr City blues, seen it on the news
Kids today get their lights turned down
G Am
You gotta shine on
Shine on
Sadr City blues, there is no excuse
Right your name down, get your name crossed out
You gotta shine on
Shine on
Sitting at the back on your very own
This ain't Jack or ain't wack, this is real life
You gotta shine on
That's right, shine on
C E
You can't wait for the Sun to be born
D
To hold you, keep you warm
Am
The desert has its ice storm
C E
It's too late for the flowers to arrive
D
On the road of the cross the knives
Am
When you're looking for just war
Em Am
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
C B7 Em
To make it through the Sadr City blues
Em Am
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
C B7 Em
To make it through the Sadr City blues
Oh, the work is never done burying your son
The television lights our lives
You got to shine on
Shine on
Sitting in the back on your very own
You get divorced over the telephone
You got to shine on
Shine on
You can't wait for the Sun to be born
To hold, to keep you warm
The desert has its ice storm
It's too late for the flowers to arrive
On the road of the cross and knives
When you're looking for just war
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
To make it through the Sadr City blues
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
To make it through the Sadr City blues
Mid Section;
| Em / B7 / | G / Am / | G / B7 / | Em / / / | x4
You can't wait for the sun to be born
To hold, keep you warm
The desert has it's ice storm
It's too late for the flowers to arrive
On the road of the cross and knives
When you're looking for just war, just war
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
To make it through the Sadr City blues
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
To make it thorugh the Sadr City blues
You got to shine on, you got to shine on
To make it through the Sadr City blues
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
To make it through the Sadr City blues
On: 17/12/2010
E-mail: [email protected]
Intro:
| Em / / / | Em / / G | Am / / G | Am / / / | x2
Em
Sadr City blues, seen it on the news
Kids today get their lights turned down
G Am
You gotta shine on
Shine on
Sadr City blues, there is no excuse
Right your name down, get your name crossed out
You gotta shine on
Shine on
Sitting at the back on your very own
This ain't Jack or ain't wack, this is real life
You gotta shine on
That's right, shine on
C E
You can't wait for the Sun to be born
D
To hold you, keep you warm
Am
The desert has its ice storm
C E
It's too late for the flowers to arrive
D
On the road of the cross the knives
Am
When you're looking for just war
Em Am
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
C B7 Em
To make it through the Sadr City blues
Em Am
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
C B7 Em
To make it through the Sadr City blues
Oh, the work is never done burying your son
The television lights our lives
You got to shine on
Shine on
Sitting in the back on your very own
You get divorced over the telephone
You got to shine on
Shine on
You can't wait for the Sun to be born
To hold, to keep you warm
The desert has its ice storm
It's too late for the flowers to arrive
On the road of the cross and knives
When you're looking for just war
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
To make it through the Sadr City blues
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
To make it through the Sadr City blues
Mid Section;
| Em / B7 / | G / Am / | G / B7 / | Em / / / | x4
You can't wait for the sun to be born
To hold, keep you warm
The desert has it's ice storm
It's too late for the flowers to arrive
On the road of the cross and knives
When you're looking for just war, just war
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
To make it through the Sadr City blues
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
To make it thorugh the Sadr City blues
You got to shine on, you got to shine on
To make it through the Sadr City blues
You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on
To make it through the Sadr City blues
Fiede Kay
Fiel a la Vega
Field Division
Field Report
Fielding And Dye (...)
Fig
Fig Dish
Fight Like Apes
Fight Or Flight
Fight The Fade