Rats
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Subject: ADD: Rats by Pearl Jam
Date: Mon, 3 Nov 1997 16:09:57 -0800
"RATS" by Pearl Jam
transcribed by Andrew Thwing ([email protected])
(h=hammer, /=slide up)
INTRO (bass arr. for guitar)
E5
e|--------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------|
A|--2--2---0-h2-2-----------------------|
E|--0--0-----------3-3--3-0-------------|
variation INTRO riff (use your ears)
E5
e|--------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------|
A|--2--2---0-h2-2-----------------------------|
E|--0--0-----------3-3--3-0---2/7--7---2/7----|
CHORUS:
A5 B5 C5
e|------------------------------------------------|
B|------------------------------------------------|
G|--2--2------4--4--------5-----------------------|
D|--2--2------4--4--------5-----------------------|
A|--0--0------2--2--------3-----------------------|
E|------------------------------------------------|
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way...
OUTRO:
Bb5 C5 G5
e|--------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------|
G|--3-------------5---------------------------|
D|--3-------------5----------------5----------|
A|--1-------------3----------------5----------|
E|---------------------------------3----------|
then the two of us need look no more...
There is a little walk down from the A5 B5 C5 thing to the last
pattern. Just move the chord down the neck from C5 to Bb5.
USE THE INTRO FOR THE VERSES AND SOLO
a guitar plays E5
THE LYRICS:
They don't eat, don't sleep
They don't feed, they don't seethe,
bare their gums when they moan and squeak,
lick the dirt off a larger one's feet
They don't push, don't crowd,
congregate until they're much too loud,
fuck to procreate 'til they are dead,
drink the blood of their so called best friend
They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
don't pack themselves together and run as one
don't shit where they're not supposed to
don't take what's not theirs
They don't compare
They don't scab, don't fight
don't oppress an equal's given rights,
starve the poor so they can be well fed,
line their holes with the dead ones' bread
They don't scurry...etc
(SOLO with verse chords)
They don't scurry...etc
They don't compare
Rats, they don't compare (this using A5 B5 C5 still)
Then the two of us need look no more (fading)
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