ARTIST: Sponge
TITLE: Fields
ALBUM: Rotting Pinata

tune strings down 1/2 step: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb

(I don't know the actual names of these chords)

intro:
      
Eb----3--3--3--3----3-3--3-3--5--5--5--5-----------
Bb----3--3--3--3----3-3--3-3--5--5--5--5-----------
Gb----5--5--4--5----5-4--5-5--7--7--7--7-----------
Db----5--5--5--5----5-5--5-5--7--7--7--7-----------
Ab----3--3--3--3----3-3--3-3--5--5--5--5-----------
Eb----3--3--3--3----3-3--3-3--5--5--5--5-----------

verses (play sort of an arpeggio here):
Eb----------3--3---------5--5-----
Bb----------3--3---------5--5-----
Gb-------5------------7-----------
Db-----5------------7-------------
Ab---3------------5---------------
Eb--------------------------------


chorus:
      B        Ebm      E
Eb-----------------------------------------
Bb-----------------------------------------
Gb----5--5-----0--0------------------------
Db----5--5-----2--2-----3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3----
Ab----3--3-----2--2-----3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3----
Eb-------------0--0-----1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1---- 
repeat,
end with:
Eb------------------------------------------------------------------
Bb------------5----------------5------------------------------------
Gb------------5----------------5-------------0--------0--------6----
Db------------7----------------7-----------2--------2----------5----
Ab------------7----------------7-----0-2-3--------3--------5---5----
Eb--0--3--5---5------0--3--5---5---------------------------3-------3-3-3-3--
 
repeat intro/verse

interlude:
        Eb   Db  Ab  
Eb------------------------------------------------------------
Bb------------------------------------------------------------
Gb------9--9-9----9--9-9-----7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7------------------
Db------9--9-9----9--9-9-----7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7--
Ab------7--7-7----7--7-7-----5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7--
Eb-------------------------------------------5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5--
(play 4x, then repeat chorus til end)



OH GOD, HERE IT COMES
AGAIN
HERE'S THAT MEMORY THAT'LL
JUST BREAK MY BACK
AND WHEN I FIGURED IT OUT
I THOUGHT I'D GET BY
HERE IT COMES, IT'LL
BLACKEN THE SUN
IT'LL BURY ME ALIVE,

SAVE ME FROM MYSELF
TURN AROUND, THROW IT ALL
AWAY
TURN AROUND UNTIL IT ALL
BREAKS DOWN
TO THE FIELDS OF FALLING
ANGELS

BEST FRIENDS WHAT WE USED
TO SAY
ALL THIS TIME IT FEELS
LIKE YESTERDAY
REMEMBERING WHEN WE SAID
GOODBYE
STILL I DOUBT I'LL EVER
FIGURE OUT WHY

SAVE ME FROM MYSELF
TURN AROUND. THROW IT ALL
AWAY
TURN AROUND `TIL IT ALL
BREAKS DOWN
TO THE FIELDS OF FALLING
ANGELS

IF I DIE BEFORE I WAKE
IT'LL NEVER END THE SORROW

SAVE ME FROM MYSELF